The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 87
"Fuck..."

The captain was petrified, and the strength of his kick was obvious to all. In order to satisfy the dark psychology in his heart, he deliberately took a few steps forward.

Just to see how shy the girl is when she throws the ball like a butterfly. The strength of that kick just now, if it is really received by an ordinary girl, I am afraid that the ball will fly into the net.

The players cried, the head coach cried.

Sister, self-confidence is not hit by you like this.

What about the good soft girl, what about the good lesson.

"Da Zhuzi, didn't you just say you wanted revenge, now I'll give you a chance."

"No, no, no, I've thought about it, and I'll let you do it."

"Oh, coach, I have a stomachache. There are a few days every month, you know."

"Coach, coach, I'll help him go to the bathroom."

The coach kicked the two talking people aside.

"Get out, you are too embarrassing to the kingdom of heaven, the opposite is a girl! Girl!"

She is still the soft girl of the brokerage company.

Everyone looked at the two people lying on the ground pretending to be dead with sympathy and envy.

After a while, I don't need to be trampled on my self-esteem by girls, it's great...

"Next." Dong Meng looked at the crowd expressionlessly.

The caller came and looked at each other, Lin Bai coughed.

"Well, those who are willing to play football come out."

If you think that everyone will take a step back, then you are very wrong. Everyone ran backwards like a scorn, and the insoles of their happy running were thrown out, for fear of becoming the people standing in the front.

"A bunch of bastards, girls, are you also afraid?" The coach was annoyed.

I don’t concentrate on training on weekdays, one by one shouting to kick Brazil to overthrow Germany, now withered after two goals?

There is no future in the nest!

Dong Meng frowned, looking at the group of men who had gone away boredly, her face was full of loneliness from the heights.

I think back when I led the soldiers, every time I played Cuju...

Seeing the lonely look on the female general's face, Feng Ling decisively misunderstood.

It's hard to play football, no one to play with, the lonely Dongmeng is so pitiful.

Completely ignoring the female general's original intention of recalling the great achievements of the past and despising the soft-footed shrimp.

"A ball is one hundred thousand, whoever kicks it in counts."

Feng Ling spoke richly, the coach was shocked, the players who played football smelled the smell of money from a long distance, and rushed back one by one, and the two lying on the ground pretending to be dead were also revived with blood under the effect of money.

Not to mention the soft girls in front of them, one hundred thousand one goal, even the goalkeeper Yaxin who won the Golden Globe Award has to try.

But Dongmeng is not willing, how to say that, my tenant's money is my money, mine is mine, of course, Feng Ling has to ask himself if he wants to spend money.

Originally, she was only planning to play for a while, but the female general put on a serious expression at this moment.

Damn, if you are really kicked in, you can pay a million dollars, and show you with Cuju, our football has reached the level of dominating the world.

Confronting aggressively, the men's football team looked at Dongmeng.

Well, lordosis and back curl, there is no doubt that she is a girl, her face is soft and charming, at least nine points.

It is obviously unscientific for a nine-point soft girl to really say how well she plays football.

"Is the ball blind just now?"

"It's absolutely Meng, it's not Meng's father who ate the football."

"Can a person catch two balls in a row?"

"Do you understand the luck of novices? Come on, line up, let's kick one by one."

The team members gathered together and let out obscene laughter. Feng Ling, who was standing on the sidelines, laughed, and Dong Meng, who was looking at those people, also laughed.

"Emma, ​​it's not good for us to fight with wheels."

"Is 10 yuan more important than integrity?"

"Of course morals are important. Hmph, in order not to take advantage, I decided to be the first to tee off and give you a demonstration."

"roll!"

After arguing and fighting, someone finally took the lead. Dong Meng looked over indifferently, one, two, three, four, five, and went up the mountain to fight the tiger.

Yes, it happens to be 23 gold players, okay, come on.

The abuse mode has officially started, and everyone who regards the female general as a girl can't wait to poke their eyes.

After half an hour...

"Tsk, this picture is too miserable, I dare not look at it."

In the past, how many people from all over the country scolded the national football team, it was a trivial matter, the main reason was that they didn't see this kind of picture-otherwise they would have to be kicked.

Nima, with so many people, it's still a battle of wheels, one girl can't win.

Of course, no one present would blame them, because facing Dongmeng, this situation was simply too normal.

Do you have the ability to let Ronaldo, who is full of hair gel, try?
Still kneeling!
No matter what kind of tricky ball, in Dongmeng's hands, it is limp and has no strength at all, just like a loli who is easy to push down, one word soft, two words, too soft.

"Coach, please let me go, I dare not play football from today on."

"Coach, I'm willing to pay for this girl to go to Brazil for further studies. I'm begging you to cry those souls. By the way, who was the one who wanted to eat the ball just now?"

"Coach, please let her go quickly. I will be obedient in the future and ask her to take off the steamed bun on her chest. I know it's those god-level goalkeepers in disguise, and I've seen through it!"

"Get out!" The coach kicked these souls down, and looked at the female general with starry eyes.

Dong Meng sneered and said nothing, tiptoed, and started a solo exhibition match.

From the top of the head to the shoulders to the chest and knees, a series of movements are elegant and freehand.

Feng Ling suddenly understood what Dong Meng meant by turning the world around, swallows returning to the nest, arranging flowers obliquely, swinging lotuses in the wind, Buddha crowning beads, picking fish from dry land, and golden Buddha grinding mills.

"Okay, we're done playing, let's go."

Kicked the ball out, and after a beautiful and slender arc...the ball went straight into the opposite goal.

The trajectory of the banana ball, the speed of the vigorous volley.

Well, the ball sticks to the net for another three seconds.

Landing, like a wordless mockery.

Qiqi Juejue, how far is the distance from the goal here to the other side...

Do you want to blow your self-esteem like this? The players have already untied their shoelaces, so what are they going to do?

Hang yourself, you must hang yourself, how many men in the world can reach the level of a soft girl?

This is the rhythm of making people cry. This kick is too powerful and the arc is too beautiful. I didn't see those players pinching their thighs and slapping their faces. How could this not be a dream!

The 10 yuan won nothing, and the self-esteem of the representatives of the highest level of the football country was severely trampled.

Nima, this is just a joke, is it something normal people can do?
(End of this chapter)