Chapter 114 Aesthetics of Violence
In the girls' dormitory of SZ University.
In the middle of the night, several girls seemed to be night owls, curled up in their quilts, and the opened laptops would not be more than ten centimeters away from their hands shrinking from the quilt.
Around 2006, it was when Korean dramas were popular in China. "I'm sorry I Love You", "My Girl" and "Full House" all caused a wave of dramas on college campuses.
Especially some sentimental romantic dramas, which deceive countless girls with pear blossoms and rain, and wash their faces with tears.
Well, a girl buried her head in the quilt and sobbed.
"Liu Xia, why are you crying? It's scary at night."
"It's so touching, woo-woo." The girl named Liu Xia looked at the laptop screen and choked, "God, if you really exist, please promise me that in the rest of my life, please put her by my side. Please use this woman as a comfort for the rest of my life. As long as no one provokes me again, I decided to stop. I will run all my hatred and anger into the dustbin and quietly close my eyes. God, this is my promise to you... Whoo-hoo, if a Wuhe treats me like this, I will die."
This classic line immediately turned into a burst of sighs from other little girls.
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Xia Yu's bed is the lower bunk of the girl who just asked.
At this moment, she was lying in the quilt, holding her chin with her little hand, half-twisting her face, and staring at the laptop in a daze. She heard all the words in the dormitory, but not a word came into her mind; she even saw the content of the game being played, but it did not reflect it in her heart. Her thoughts have not been here for a long time.
Besides, she can't understand the football game. She is not to watch the game, but to watch people.
Since the last time she broke up with Zhang Yang, or so, she found that she would think of the boy from time to time. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt an inexplicable tension in her heart, and an indescribable happiness filled her chest.
She said to herself, don't think about it. This is because many people in school like to read the Sports Weekly and magazines, and there are photos and reports of the boy everywhere, so she subconsciously remembers it.
She found one reason after another for her panic and unspeakable feeling, and then overthrew them one after another - Xia Yu was a smart girl, but she knew that she was deceiving herself.
I can finally see him! When she heard the fans in the class talking about a Ligue 1 game tonight, and there was a live broadcast between Zhang Yang's team and his opponent, she was so happy that she almost wanted to jump!
The little hand held his chin and sighed gently.
I don't know if he still remembers himself?
The idea that appeared at this moment taught Xia Yu to feel dizzy. She buried her head and covered her face with her hands for fear that others would notice her.
No! No, I won't remember myself. It's just a chance to meet.
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The girl in the upper bunk is Tang Saier, who made it in the Ming Dynasty. The female leader of the anti-revolt has the same name, but she is not the kind of fierce woman who beats and kills. She is a very young girl who is deeply poisoned by Aunt Qingyao.
"Ah, Xia Yu, are you watching the ball game?" Tang Saier exclaimed when she poked her head out from the upper bunk and saw that it was a ball game on Xia Yu's laptop.
Xia Yu, who was holding his chin and falling into his own world, did not hear it, and naturally did not answer.
"Xia Yu, when did you start chasing these football stars?" She remembered that a few days ago, her lower bunk seemed to have bought a poster of a football star. This was on the snow-white wall of Xia Yu's bed. Xia Yu was sleeping on one side, which was almost like sleeping with the poster.
"Summer rain, summer rain--"
"Ah - Saier, do you call me?"
"It's okay. Let's watch the game."
"To be honest, I can't understand it either." Xia Yu smiled with embarrassment.
"Oh, what's going on?" The upper bunk came to refresh. Something was wrong. The fire of gossip was burning. He simply jumped down from the upper bunk, sat next to Xia Yu, and interrogated it.
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Lens head coach Gilo gradually tightened his eyebrows off the court.
As the game progressed, his right-back Demont looked embarrassed on the court. He could see clearly below that if it hadn't been for the end of the first half of the game, he would have shouted and called this guy to the sidelines and reprimanded him.
At this time, Keita's long-range shot was directly pounced directly by Marseille goalkeeper Carasso.
Carasso got up and threw the ball directly to launch the attack. Bayer, the full-back who got the ball, passed directly from the backcourt and kicked the football to the front court.
"There is still time. The Marseille team's attack is too impatient. They can go to the front court after careful organization, so that it is more likely to score goals." Thieri criticized.
Jankole is in front, and his bald head is the lighthouse. The ball was passed to him. The Czech 'high guy' carried the central defender Gilley beside him and ferryed the football to Nasri on the left.
Nasri did not rush forward with the ball. He paused for a moment and kicked the football forward.
At this time, Zhang Yang rushed up.
Demeng, who was a little tired and panting, was surprised. He had to be surprised. He was tired of Zhang Yang's ballless running, but Zhang Yang seemed to have endless strength.
Seeing Zhang Yang rushing to the ball, De Mon quickly followed.
On the TV, Huang Jianxiang is explaining the attack to everyone: "Marseille's big foot pass, Jankeler handed the ball to Nasri, Nasri did not continue to carry the ball, he gave it to Zhang Yang, he took the ball." Huang Jianxiang's voice suddenly increased eight times. In fact, there was no sign of threat in this attack. However, Huang Jianxiang was very happy to be able to explain the Zhang Yang's game for the first time. He is still excited now.
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"Be careful of his long-range shot." Lens's central defender Gillet reminded DeMont, who followed Zhang Yang.
Demon chased after him from the side. He planned to destroy the football before Zhang Yang shot, so he simply shoveled.
However, he completely underestimated Zhang Yang's speed. When his foot was broken, Zhang Yang moved the ball forward and passed!
He shoveled it empty!
And this flying shovel also consumed a lot of Demont's physical strength. He half lay on the ground and could only look up at Zhang Yang with the ball.
Seeing that Desmond had lost, Longs' central defender Gilley rushed up to intercept.
Zhang Yang used his speed to make a time difference, dodged Demeng's flying shovel, and then he accelerated two steps to catch up with the football.
Then he no longer hesitated and did not give the Marseille player who was rushing towards him a chance to block himself. Seeing that the ball had been adjusted to the position of comfortable shooting, he shot directly!
After the start of the game, Zhang Yang also tried long-range shots many times. However, the quality of long-range shots is average. Therefore, when he saw his long-range shots, the head coach Gilo of the Lens team on the sidelines, was relieved. He estimated that Zhang Yang's long-range shot would be the same as before and would be no threat, and Marseille's counterattack was estimated to be over. This young Chinese has been playing for almost 45 minutes in the game, and he is still so impatient!
However, Zhang Yang shot this kick, and the ball flew away from the ground. Looking at the white light, Jiluo's eyes were wide open. He suddenly felt a sense of panic, terrible!
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Itanjie, the goalkeeper of the Lens team, always stared at Zhang Yang and watched him shoot long-range shots, so he was ready to save. Judging from the previous saves, this person is very powerful, but the angle is too right... He suspected that this was deliberately arranged by the opponent's head coach. He knew that it was easy to get out of the ball, so he arranged more strong long-range shots.
However, Itanjie is very proud, because he has performed well today so far. Even in the face of a strong long-range shot by Taivo just now, he did not get out of the opportunity to give his opponent a make-up shot, but correctly saved the ball out of the bottom line. Kill this attack.
Therefore, Itanjie didn't take Zhang Yang's long-range shot too seriously.
In his imagination, the worst situation is to save the ball out of the bottom line and give the opponent a corner kick.
The long-range shot of Zhang Yang's foot was almost full of strength. He transferred the strength of his whole body to the right foot!
A muffled bang!
Foot surface and football contact!
The huge power is transferred to the ball!
Fans in front of the TV can even hear this muffled sound of 'Peng' through developed broadcasting technology! You can imagine how horrible the power of this foot shot is!
Powerful power is transformed into speed!
In the eyes of Lens goalkeeper Itangele, the No. 27 of the Marseille team just shot, and the ball left the ground. Then, what he saw in his eyes was a white light, rushing straight to his eyes!
He wanted to make a throw, but the speed of the white light was too fast. At that moment, the Lens goalkeeper even thought absurdly. It couldn't be the speed of light!
He didn't have time to react at all, and the ball was already in front of him!
Football with the wind!
The wind can be heard!
With a sswirling from his face, he could even feel a pain in his cheeks, and the wind was like a knife!
Itanjie even doubted that if his face blocked the shot, his face would be disfigured as if he had been hit by a rifle.
Huh!
The ball stirs up the net high!
Itanjie's face turned white, and he knew what the sound was!
For Zhang Yang, for the fans of Marseille, this sound only means one thing, that is: goal - start cheering!
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Marseille head coach Fernandez is saying something to the assistant coach Hiltney around him. He also thinks that the first half of the game is expected to end zero. Although he does not score a goal to take the lead, he feels sorry, but there is no conceded ball, and the two sides are still on the same running line, which is not too bad. At this time The two are discussing the tactics of the second half.
Fernandez saw his assistant's mouth wide open. Look inside the court.
He subconsciously turned his head to look and saw the white light flashing. At the end of the white light, a large wave was stirred up!
The head coach of Marseille burst out with great enthusiasm. He suddenly threw the tactical board in his hand to the ground, clenched his fists, and then raised it above his head!
The tactical discussion just now is useless!
Go to TMD zero to zero!
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Vistow, the commentator of France National One, jumped up. He punched and was already shouting, "The ball is in! The ball is scored! It's in! 1:0! Zhang's goal! His long-range shot! Oh my God! This shot is so powerful! What a momentum! It seems to blow up the net! Break all the obstacles! Marseille is in the lead!"
"Goed a goal! Goal! The goal was scored by Zhang Yang! His long-range shot! It's so beautiful! The goalkeeper of Lens didn't respond at all! This shot is so MAN! What a great power! Zhang Yang! This is his fourteenth league goal of the season! This is a great achievement!" Huang Jianxiang almost roared at the top of his voice. At this moment, his heart was about to burn!
By his side, He Wei is also roaring. The two do not affect each other now, because the roar at this time is not only pure explanation, but also venting! It's time to vent to your heart's content!
It's true that their identity is a narrator, but they have another identity, like many people, is - fans!
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