Nine Chapters of Strange Cases

Chapter 175 One Against Twelve

Someone is behind me.

Zhou Zhao figured that the man was probably Wu Qingshan's cold-faced older brother. Since he was wearing a rose-red shirt, he gave him the nickname "Wu Hongshan" on his own.

She dodged and shifted her position, causing Wu Hongshan's powerful kick to miss its mark. She slid away like a sturdy fish.

The moment Wu Hongshan's feet lost their footing, her pupils contracted sharply—Zhou Zhao had vanished!
He turned his head to look at the sound, only to see that Zhou Zhao had taken the ball to the right wing at some point and was rushing towards Han Ze. Han Ze's face was flushed, and his guilty conscience was written all over his face. He looked around and was obviously a paper doll that was all show and no substance!
Sure enough, as soon as Zhou Zhao got close to him, he seemed to have been struck by a pressure point, clutching his buttocks and freezing in place!

Dai Changsheng, who was chasing after them, was so angry at the sight that he almost fell over backwards. "Han Ze, you bastard, they're kicking a ball, not kicking your butt!"

He's lived for decades and this is the first time he's ever seen someone cover their buttocks while playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football).

Han Ze chuckled awkwardly upon hearing this, watching Zhou Zhao run off. He wanted to move, didn't he? He'd yelled a hundred times, "Damn legs, move! Damn hands, don't move!" But they wouldn't obey. What could he do?
Zhou Zhao winked at Han Ze, then walked past him. Han Run, Ji Yun, and Huo Ting then surrounded them from three sides.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes filled with interest.

"One against three, Zhou Zhao, you can't get past that!"

"How will you know if you don't try!"

Zhou Zhao replied to Ji Yun, then suddenly moved her foot, and the ball suddenly turned a corner, actually going around Ji Yun. Ji Yun's mouth opened so wide it could swallow an egg. He was stunned when he saw Zhou Zhao do a somersault on the spot, flipping over all three people, and carrying the ball directly towards the goal.

Excellent! With six burly men guarding the gate, she couldn't even see where the doorway was!

But that's okay!
Zhou Zhao moved with lightning speed, his headband fluttering, and he became more and more spirited with each kick.

She turned her foot slightly and made a feint. The third goalkeeper from the left was fooled and couldn't help but take a small step. It was that small step that made Zhou Zhao see the corner of the goal behind him. Now!

She took a deep breath and kicked the golden ball with all her might!

The golden ball, like a golden streak of light, flew directly towards the goalkeeper!

Li Youdao, who was chasing after her, first exclaimed in surprise and then shouted with delight, "Dai Changsheng, did you see that?"

The burly man on the left felt something scalding hot fly past, almost scorching the hair on his legs. He realized something was wrong, but then he saw the golden light spinning at high speed, grazing his trouser leg, and then he plunged headfirst into the hole!
The ball went in!
Li Youdao put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

Zhou Zhao turned around and looked at the grinning faces of the people from the Court of Justice. He couldn't help but laugh along with them.

After every game of Cuju (ancient Chinese football), Zhou Buhai would drag her to apologize to the opponents, and then give her a good beating. Why? Because Zhou Zhao alone could make twelve opponents cry! And, the more she played, the crazier she became…

The burly goalkeeper, hearing the cheers from the crowd, finally came to his senses. He stared blankly at the golden ball in the hole, then looked down at his trouser leg!

Good heavens! His trouser leg was ripped from the ball, and now his leg hair is showing, fluttering in the wind!

His face darkened, and he grabbed the ball from the hole. As soon as he grabbed it, he felt a sharp pain in his palm; the little golden ball was still spinning.

He stomped his foot and shouted, "Everyone be careful, this is a master!"

Dai Changsheng instantly became angry, his face wrinkling even more. He glared angrily at the gatekeeper and snapped, "Do you even need to tell me that?!"

This is what it means to boost the morale of others while diminishing one's own! Anyone with eyes can see that Zhou Zhao is definitely not some temporary replacement; this guy is a hidden weapon by that old thief Li Youdao!

The goalkeeper shrank his neck, breathed on the ball, and threw it fiercely at Ji Yun!

Ji Yun had prepared early on and jumped up lightly to catch the ball. But just as he was about to head the ball, a white figure flashed by, and his head missed. When he landed, the ball was already at Zhou Zhao's feet again.

"Zhou Zhao! What were you doing here beforehand! How did you know he would pass it on to me!"

Zhou Zhao winked at Ji Yun, "Because you're the owner!"

She remembered that Ji Yun told her he had a football team and invited her to play with him, promising that everyone would pass the ball to her!

If she guessed correctly, those six burly players would definitely pass the ball to Ji Yun as soon as they got it.

But this wasn't the time to explain. She waved at Su Changying in the crowd with the ball, then started running, skipping over one, two, three... Zhou Zhao looked at Dai Changsheng in front of her, grinned at him, and lightly leaped. The ball flew past the old man's shiny hair!
Zhou Zhao looked closely and saw that the golden ball paused for a moment above Dai Changsheng's head, as if it had slipped, before slowing down and sliding down behind him.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"What a vicious plan! Even flies landing on your head, Senior Dai, would probably slip and fall!"

As Zhou Zhao spoke, she walked around Dai Changsheng, and the ball returned to her feet.

She waited for a long time, but didn't hear Lao Dai's retort or Li Youdao's mockery. In fact, the whole place was silent. Zhou Zhao frowned and looked back.

Could it be that she accidentally kicked Old Dai to death with one ball?
He's never kicked anyone to death before, only made people cry!
When Zhou Zhao turned around, he almost burst out laughing.

Dai Changsheng's slicked-back hair fell to the ground, and he stood there bald, as if petrified.

Zhou Zhao could hardly believe her eyes. This was impossible! She played Cuju (ancient Chinese football), not shaved people's heads! This couldn't have been done by her, could it?
As she was thinking, she heard Dai Changsheng scratch his head blankly and then roar, "Zhou Zhao! I'm going to kill you!"

The whole audience burst into laughter!

Dai Changsheng's face turned purple. He quickly bent down, picked up the hair from the ground, and stuck it on his head. The oily hair stuck back on, as if it had always been that way!
Zhou Zhao breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't her who shaved her head!
"A life for a life! Lord Dai! Calm down!"

Zhou Buhai probably knew he was going to nag her for another hour!
"Zhou Zhao, watch out!" Hearing Wu Qingshan's familiar shout, Zhou Zhao looked down and saw that Wu Hongshan's toes were already in front of the ball.

"This is bad!" Zhou Zhao thought, and with a light flick of his toe, he kicked the ball towards Wu Qingshan!

The ball had already missed its target, but Wu Hongshan's foot was still aimed directly at her leg, as if he was always aiming at her leg, not the ball.

Zhou Zhao looked at him and saw a fierce glint in his eyes. Zhou Zhao's eyes flickered and a cold smile appeared on her lips. She understood why someone in the Court of Judicial Review team had an injured foot.

No wonder Wu Qingshan told her to be careful with her legs...

What to do! She doesn't need to be careful about her legs, she's petty!

(End of this chapter)