Chapter 3 of 10

Chapter 3

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Tang Jue's eyes looked at Benzema, a glint of excitement flashing in them. Benzema took a deep breath, and a rare solemnity appeared on his young face. To win the victory, he had to get Ronaldo's sketchbook!

Tang Jue passed the ball to Taffier and then slowly ran forward, like an F1 car preparing to accelerate. Taffier made a slight adjustment and passed the ball diagonally.

Tang Jue's feet moved rapidly. Behind him, the grass, still damp from last night's heavy rain, flew up high. It was as if the grass was the exhaust from an F1 car!

Like a cheetah, Tang Jue caught up to the ball after a few steps. He gently touched the ball with the inside of his right foot, changing its direction straight toward the goal!

Step by step, the ball led Tang Jue toward the goal!

Benzema looked at Tang Jue with envy, thinking to himself: When will I be able to be so cool? The other teammates' eyes were filled with nothing but envy.

In an instant, Tang Jue broke into the penalty area!

The goalkeeper in the goal was already prepared, determined to stop Tang Jue's shot. In previous training sessions, this guy had scored too many goals. It seemed the goal was always open to Tang Jue, which made him very embarrassed.

His center of gravity began to rise slightly, his eyes focused, as if the ball at Tang Jue's feet was the prey and he was the lion. He was ready to pounce at any moment!

Who is the prey? Who is the lion?

The answer would be revealed in the next moment!

Tang Jue lightly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, and the ball rolled to his right. Then, he stepped on the left side of the ball with his left foot, about fifteen centimeters away, and raised his right leg high behind him, his eyes fixed on the ball!

His right leg whipped forward quickly, stirring the wind, making the large leaves of the grass under his feet tremble slightly.

"Smack!" A crisp sound, Tang Jue's right ankle, like a hard stone, struck the back of the ball forcefully. The ball flew quickly toward the goal!

The goalkeeper pushed off with the outside of his right foot and leaped out like a long-armed ape, his target the ball!

The ball was not the goalkeeper's prey, and he was not the lion. Tang Jue had become the lion, and the ball was his sharp claw, which he fiercely clawed at the prey in front of him: the goal!

Before the teammates could even express their amazement or their envy could fade, the ball "whooshed" into the net from the right side of the goal. At that moment, the goalkeeper was still in the air.

"Great shot!"

"Beautiful!"

The teammates cheered. A flash of pain crossed Benzema's eyes; today, he would have to give up his PS console. At this moment, Tang Jue exhaled a long breath, feeling a bit stuffy in his chest. However, his mood was good; today he would win Benzema's PS console.

Tang Jue wiped the sweat from his forehead and patted Benzema's shoulder. He took the opportunity to rub his hands on Benzema's jersey, wiping all the sweat onto it.

Tang Jue said softly, "I'll only play the PS console for a week, so don't look so dejected."

Benzema replied, "Why would I? I accept the bet, and I won't be dejected. I'll definitely beat you in the future, just wait and see!"

Next was the match, the players' favorite part.

More than twenty players were divided into two teams, one wearing white vests and the other blue vests. Tang Jue, wearing a white vest, stood in the center circle. At the sound of the whistle, Tang Jue passed the ball back to the defense, and the match officially began. The two teams clashed immediately, the white and blue jerseys intermingling. The pride of the young players shone brightly at this moment.

The ball rolled on the emerald green grass, the grass lifting its proud head, trying to show its vitality. The ball, like a rough hand, pressed down on its head. The grass had to lower its proud head.

Tang Jue received the ball in the opponent's territory, like a general holding a large saber, the ball being the general's saber. The general swung the saber, cutting down on the opponent's head. On this field, Tang Jue was undoubtedly a highly skilled general, his saber creating dazzling patterns that dazzled the opponents' eyes.

Tang Jue carried the ball with a solemn face, using skillful changes in direction to bypass the defensive midfielder. In front of him were two center backs, Gassama and Ali Cissé.

Gassama's expression was serious, a strong fighting spirit radiating from his eyes. Ali Cissé's eyes burned with fierce flames. To him, defeating Tang Jue was a great achievement.

Gassama's eyes were fixed on Tang Jue, and he took action. He lunged at Tang Jue like a fierce tiger. Ali Cissé protected from behind. The two had been partners since they were seven, known as the golden duo of the Lyon youth team.

Tang Jue and they were in different positions, so there was no competition. Now, without competition, they wanted to prove themselves, to raise the flag of youthful pride. Defeating a strong opponent and planting the flag on the opponent's wall, letting it flutter in the strong wind.

Two meters in front of Gassama, Tang Jue feinted to the left, then suddenly burst to Gassama's left. At that moment, Gassama's center of gravity had just shifted to the right, and he could not move to the left.

Panic appeared in Gassama's eyes. He knew Tang Jue was strong, really strong. In the past, Tang Jue had broken through his defense multiple times. In the past, he could at least resist. But today, this time, he didn't even have the chance to resist.

A look of fear flashed in the eyes of the blue team's fullback, thinking to himself: Tang's skills have improved again!

Pinto's eyes sparkled, but after the sparkle, his mood plummeted.

Benzema's brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was somewhat lonely. His heart was struggling; playing with Tang was really a painful thing. Tang was like the sun in the clear blue sky, making the stars lose their luster and hide behind the blue sky.

Suddenly, Tang Jue felt a bit stuffy in his chest. He had felt this way since the shooting practice. Besides the chest tightness, his waist also had a problem, as if two lead balls were hanging from it, making it extremely heavy. What was wrong with this body? Tang Jue forced himself to focus and quickly adjusted his breathing.

Before Tang Jue could even regulate his breathing, Ali Cissé charged forward. The two center backs stood one in front of the other to form a layered defense. Like a dam, if the surging river overflowed the first dam, there was still a second.

Tang Jue felt his heart beating irregularly in his chest, which made him very uncomfortable. Not only his heartbeat but also his breathing became irregular. The ball, which had been clear before, began to roll irregularly.

Ali Cissé didn't know what was wrong with Tang Jue, and he didn't care. He was the last line of defense before the goal. If Tang Jue broke through him, the goal would be in great danger. His task was simple: to stop Tang Jue's advance. The task seemed simple, but Ali Cissé knew it was extremely difficult.

Looking at Tang Jue's previous breakthroughs, it seemed there was no difficulty at all; he had broken through two defenders in a row. This guy often did this in the past, making the defenders lose face.

The irregular rolling of the ball provided Ali Cissé with a perfect opportunity. He extended his right foot, aiming for the ball rolling toward him. Kicking it would eliminate the threat and ensure the safety of the goal.

Tang Jue forced himself to adjust his breathing and extended his left foot. Both were competing for speed; whoever was faster would have the chance to win. At this moment, all the players on the field held their breath, waiting for the result of this speed competition.

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