Traveling through the Tang Dynasty: Peerless Village Girl

Chapter 177 Coach and Forward

Even if the fake Baoyu beat him to death, he wouldn't believe that Tang Mu was a newly hired bodyguard. A bodyguard, does the young lady need to help him personally?Just looking at the young lady's eyes, he knew what was going on.

What is the origin of this guy, that he can be favored by the young lady?If this word gets out, I'm afraid it will be strange if they go to the streets and drown those toads who want to eat swan meat by spitting on it.

However, Tang Mu's innate cold and intimidating demeanor shocked him so much that he couldn't help being a little shorter, and he clasped his fists respectfully, "Mr. Tang."

Tang Mu clasped his fists in return, and Mo Feiyi helped him to sit down on the stone bench. Tang Mu's body recovered quickly, and sooner or later he would come out to let everyone see. It is always a good thing to know more about Zuju's playing style and training.

The young lady watched from the side, and the fake Baoyu was very excited, with his chest upright, one arm on his hips, and the other waving, "You, you, you, and you, run faster, hey, how did you kick your stinky feet? It's so big The door, actually shot into the sky? Would you like me to demonstrate it to you personally?"

Mo Feiyi couldn't help laughing, this guy really doesn't know how to pretend to understand, and he yelled. Fortunately, she wrote down the training methods and steps. ball.

Seeing Tang Mu staring intently at the players practicing on the court, Mo Feiyi couldn't help itching his feet, ran back to the room, put on some pretty shoes and short tights, and ran to the court.

In the previous round, she often took the players to conduct various trainings. Everyone has seen this outfit a lot, and there is no big surprise. Tang Mu saw it for the first time, and his eyes couldn't help but straighten.

Mo Feiyi's tight-fitting shorts and small shoes outline the perfect curves of a woman, adding a bit of heroism to her charm.

A little change of clothes, it is another kind of soul-stirring charm and temperament, why doesn't Tang Mu, who has never been in contact with the opposite sex, feel his heart beating wildly?

On the court, Mo Feiyi was running, and the football made of rattan seemed to be sticky, sticking tightly to her feet, dribbling and feinting, all in one go.

The players who intercepted did not intentionally release water, they all intercepted seriously, and only those who intercepted the ball could be praised by the lady, and those who could be praised by the lady were the ones who could show off in front of the brothers.

However, the young lady played the foot bow in a superb way, the movements were true and false, and the speed was dazzling. I just felt a gust of fragrant wind flying past me. When I realized it, the young lady had already dribbled the ball.

Mo Feiyi dribbled the ball past five players in a row, kicked the shot, the angle was so tricky, the goalkeeper didn't even react, the sepak takraw ball had already entered the net.

Without a little real skill, how can he be the main striker of the school's women's football team.

The five players who had been dribbled by the lady blushed, and fake Baoyu stepped forward with a smile, "Miss, your football is so beautiful, why don't you play as a striker?"

Coach and striker?Mo Feiyi's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, and he couldn't help looking at Tang Mu who was sitting outside the arena watching.

(End of this chapter)