Blue and White Society - Chapter 4

[Chapter 4 Passive Abilities]

Seeing the ultra-long-distance long pass flying in, Han Dang cheered secretly, he must not miss the ball no matter what.

He stared at the ball while running toward the penalty area.

However, the defensive player next to him has been stuck with him this time, competing with him for the landing point.

Even, the defensive player jumped up first to meet the flying ball.

Han Dang couldn’t squeeze out a good position, so he could only stand firm and wait for the opponent to stop the ball to press.

Unexpectedly, the ball made a slight arc in the air and hit Han Dang’s chest directly!

“Eh? I’m standing at the landing point?”

Han Dang was startled, then ecstatically.

The defender didn’t catch the ball, so he was naturally not able to stand firm without him. Han Dang flicked the football and rushed into the penalty area with one turn.

When the other party turned back to chase after him, Han Dang dumped him three or four times.

“Boom!” Han Dang didn’t know whether he was too excited after going solo, or whether he didn’t expect to be able to go solo.

Facing the goalkeeper, he hit a shot straight into the stands.

“Fuck…”

The opponent’s goalkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, while Han Dang knelt in front of the goal, brushing his hair one by one.

“It’s a pity, what a great opportunity.”

“Can this ball hit an airplane?”

There was a lot of regret in the stands.

By this time, Mo Poor had completely confirmed the fact that he possessed superpowers.

He kicked the ball directly at Han Dang’s chest just now!

Because of the missed ball before, he knew that if the landing point was chosen as grass, then unless Han Dang waited for the ball to land first before catching it, otherwise Han Dang would block the ball in the air, and the direction of the ball would be unexpected. Even if the ball is pushed away by force, it is estimated that the ball will roll back to the point designated by Mo Poor.

Therefore, in order for Han Dang to catch the ball, he simply set the landing point as Han Dang’s chest.

As long as the ball reaches the landing point, how it bounces, rolls, and moves afterwards is Newton’s business.

Looking at Han Dang in the distance and giving him a thumbs up again, Mo Qiong smiled.

Although I couldn’t see Han Dang’s expression clearly, it was predictable that he must be extremely annoyed now.

Missing two excellent passes, Mo Poor probably would have thought it a pity if he had missed two excellent passes. After all, this is too rare for his own skills, and it may not happen once in ten games.

But now he doesn’t feel it at all, because he can have as many opportunities as he wants now.

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The sports school team threatened the smoke team twice, but in turn, the smoke team also threatened them twice.

This surprised the sports school team, especially Zhang Xin, who was desperate to score.

“Their left is the breakthrough point…”

“How involved!”

“Look at my position…”

The sports school team started to get serious. For a moment, Mo Poor felt that there was a panic in the backcourt, and their defenders were torn apart by multiple passes and receptions.

“It’s completely suppressed…” Mo Poor’s vision is too wide, and his ability to read the game is very strong.

He yelled many times in front of the goal line to point out the loopholes in the defense, commanded the defense, and saved several defense crises.

In fact, if he didn’t know how to dribble, he would be very good as a defender or a midfielder.

The coach has repeatedly hoped that he can practice dribbling and fast passing, and wants him to play as a midfielder, but Mo Qiong is not interested.

He joined the football club only for credits. He has been practicing hand skills since he was a child, and he doesn’t want to spend more time practicing football skills.

“Boom!”

There was chaos in the penalty area, and a ball shot out suddenly.

In the past, Mo Poor was very annoyed by the situation where more than a dozen people were blocking his view in the restricted area.

But now, he only needs to think about one thing in goal: touching the ball.

Hitting the ball and blocking a shot are two concepts, but now it is the same thing.

Regardless of the shot,

As long as Mo Poor reacts quickly, judging by the trajectory he is very good at, and reaches out desperately to touch the ball, the shot will be confiscated.

Thirty minutes later, he made a high block, swung left and right, and saved nine shots on target.

For him, it was very difficult to touch the ball a few times, which was extremely thrilling.

But to others, they felt that he was in a brave state, like the guardian of the goal line. All the shots were firmly blocked by him, or they were simply photographed and held in his arms.

Unless it is played back in close-up and slow motion, no one knows that Mo Poor just touched the ball, and the observer will use the result to subconsciously deduce the opponent’s operation. This is the logical judgment of the human brain itself.

No one knows, for Mo Poor, as long as the first step is done, the second and third steps will all depend on his mood.

Of those nine saves, he opted to confiscate shots on five occasions.

Because these five times were all when Han Dang had a chance in the opponent’s half alone.

Mo Qiong patted the ball, turned his big foot, and went straight to Han.

This terrible pass that spanned half the court was as precise as a scalpel cutting through the heart.

He insisted on creating four more single-handed opportunities for Han Dang.

It’s a pity that even if he didn’t jerk off, he shot too straight four times and failed to score.

The stands were very excited several times, and sighed several times.

But this is an enjoyable performance in itself, even though the scene is overwhelmed and ugly.

Zhang Xin’s statement that a goal must be scored in ten minutes has long been self-defeating.

He sweated and shot seven times extremely hard, and there were two passes in the penalty area that could be assists, but he couldn’t break through the gate guarded by Mo Poor.

The whole person is a bit over the top, and he wants the midfielder to create opportunities for him.

“How could he be in such a good state, he will definitely make a mistake!” Zhang Xin said.

But the midfielder hurriedly said: “The first half is coming to an end, be steady, this goalkeeper has something…”

“His long pass threatened us too much, the coach asked us to hold on for halftime.”

Zhang Xin sighed, looking at Mo Poor who was standing in front of the goal line, a little unwilling.

His words of experience seemed useless to Mo Poor, and his state of bravery made people despair.

If it’s just guarding the goal, it’s not a big deal, but the ultra-long-distance long pass in the counterattack always cuts through their defense line like precise guidance, which is too scary.

The first half was coming to an end, and the sports school slowed down its offensive.

The Yanda team was also very satisfied with ending the halftime like this, and began to control the ball in the backcourt, which was only halftime.

After walking back and forth for a few minutes, Han Dang also knew that the first half would end like this, and he was very tired, so he didn’t look for an empty space, so he walked slowly in the midfield and waited for time.

The situation instantly changed from a fierce confrontation to a boring delay. Both sides wanted to wait for the end of the first half.

Mo Poor was also so happy. Most of his thoughts were not on this game, but he kept thinking about his ability.

Just under this boredom, most people in the stands stopped paying attention to the game again.

Only the fat man, desperately trying to talk to the girls, is still trying his best to explain.

“No. 21 to No. 66.”

“The striker of the sports school team pressed for a bit, and the ball was passed.”

“Our team is passing the ball from the back, uh… still passing back…”

“Half time passed! Uh…continue to pass back…”

“The ball hit the captain Wang Xiong’s feet, he was kicking with the central defender, still kicking, back and forth… uh… this…”

The fat man became weaker and weaker as he spoke, and his voice became lower and lower.

“On the twelfth, Wang Xiong made a pass back to the goalkeeper. The goalkeeper continued to kick…flip…hey? No, this is a long pass! The ball is very slow, and Han Dang’s reaction is also slow. He is chasing The ball…can’t catch up, this ball…is this goal scored?”

Fatty suddenly stood up, and his voice rose sharply at the end.

“Go in, go in, go in! It’s No. 1! No. 1 scores!”

The people in the stands were also shocked by the scream, and looked towards the goal. Sure enough, in front of the goal of the sports school, their goalkeeper fell to the ground facing the goal, staring at the ball in the goal frame in complete bewilderment.

The referee was also stunned and looked at the linesman. The lineman signaled that it was a strike. The referee blew his whistle and pointed at the midfielder.

“Did our team score?”

“Who shot it?”

“Number One! It’s Number One!”

“Who is number one?”

“Fool, number one is the goalkeeper!”

“Fuck! The goalkeeper scored a goal?”

Everyone realized that this was not an ordinary goal, but the goalkeeper kicked the ball into the opposite goal from his own penalty area.

This is a shot that can only be seen on the video. I didn’t expect it to happen next to them this time.

Everyone thought that the first half was over like this, but they didn’t expect that their team’s backcourt was just an illusion, making the opponent relax their vigilance.

In the end, the goalkeeper stood up and kicked the goal from a long distance suddenly, scoring directly.

“The smoke is awesome!”

“Goalkeeper 666!”

“Oooo!”

There was a thunderous celebration in the football field, and the guys in the stands who loved their school team slapped everything that could make a sound.

They came here already mentally prepared for their school team to be tortured by blood, but they didn’t expect to lead now.

The surprise was even more exciting. The cheers resounded throughout the venue, even people outside the stadium could hear it.

Mo Poor stared blankly at his teammates rushing towards him crazily, also very confused.

“Awesome, Magic Ball, your kick is too strong!”

“It’s very spiritual, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com We let them relax their vigilance!”

The teammates talked one after another, Wang Xiong was even more elated, he got an assist out of nowhere.

It was he who was forced to pass back to Mo Poor in a panic. This was a waste of time, but Mo Poor went straight in, which immediately became an assist.

“Uh…” Mo Poor stared at his crazy teammates stiffly, a little afraid to speak.

Can he say that he just stopped the ball just now?

Yes, he was just stopping the ball and it ended up in the opposite goal.

He didn’t want to score goals at all, his mind was thinking about his ability, waiting for the time to end.

Facing Wang Xiong’s sudden return pass, he didn’t recover because of inattention. At the same time, Wang Xiong’s return pass was too bad, too high and hasty, like a shot.

He was caught off guard and just wanted to stop the ball, but he thought about the opponent’s goal in his mind.

Sometimes it is difficult for a person to control his thoughts, especially when he is not concentrating. He does not strongly specify a goal subjectively, but this ability directly locks on the goal he thinks in his subconscious mind.

As a result, the stop of the ball was literally stopped and turned into a ground-breaking shot.

“My ability… is passive!”

Mo Poor realized that every time he kicked the ball, he would inevitably designate a landing point, no matter where the landing point was, but it couldn’t be absent anyway.

For all the objects he personally ‘shot’, every time he had to designate a hit target by his mind, every time!

It doesn’t work if you want to let nature take its course, and it doesn’t work if you want to follow the laws of nature.

He can only figure it out on his own. If he doesn’t see it subjectively, he can do it subconsciously!

This was actually a passive ability that he couldn’t turn off…unless he completely lost consciousness.

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[End of this Chapter]