Chapter 686 Request

Qiao Yonglei's face is a little ugly. Indeed, he just asked Ye Bihuang to go to Class 12,

But for the sake of the class, Qiao Yonglei and Li Yong both hurriedly said, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang, can't you give face? Let's do this today. How about giving you a position as an official player at the Winter Games? At least you are from our Class 11. You have to win glory for the class."

Ye Bihuang squinted his eyes, glanced at the five people in Class 11 with a smile, and said, "But there are five of you. It was originally a competition of five people. Where did you put me?"

Li Yong hurriedly said, "Brother Huang, I'd rather be a substitute when you come, hey hey, how about this?"

Qiao Yonglei's face changed. He knew that he had done something wrong just now, and he also said, "Brother Huang, I'll be a substitute."

Ye Bihuang touched his nose with a very indifferent look and was ready to agree, but Jiang Guogang was not happy,

"Damn it, you invited Brother Huang. Didn't you take the lead in the Winter Games? This can't be done. It's too unbalanced." Sun Chengpeng shouted,

Li Yong smiled and said, "It's a pity that Brother Huang is from our class."

Jiang Guogang shouted, "Who pushed Brother Huang just now, and now he licks his face to let others go back. You can't stop Brother Huang. Can't we stop him? We watched him play football alone at the Winter Games. We can't touch the ball at all."

Qiao Yifei and Li Guangyao also appeared on the stage, with a strange smile: "No way, Brother Huang is from our Class 12. You can't grab it. If he wants to play, it also conforms to the rules."

"This"

Well, now everyone calls Ye Bihuang Brother Huang. It seems that superb skills are also a way to conquer people. Ye Bihuang said to himself that when he first came to the court just now, almost everyone still called his full name, but when he showed his power, he called himself Brother Huang one by one. This is really a little bit. Adapt, as if back to junior high school

Ye Bihuang touched his nose and said with a smile, "Well, I agree. Just call me at the Winter Games. Remember to let me start."

When Li Yong heard this, he shook his head and looked at Jiang Guogang proudly. He really had the charm of Cristiano Ronaldo.

Ye Bihuang waved his hand and said, "Well, it's settled. In fact, I just want you to see my skills, so as not to underestimate me. I can't play at the Winter Games. Now my goal has been achieved. I have something else to do. I have to go first."

Li Yong nodded and said, "Okay, no question, but Brother Huang, your skills are really too strong. If you start, won't we have to play? At that time, it's boring for the whole audience to watch you play football. It's better to wait until the last few minutes to let you play. It's both handsome and cool."

Li Yong and others enjoy playing football very much. Of course, winning the Winter Games is as important as enjoying the fun of playing football. After all, there are so many teams to fight. If Ye Bihuang really starts every time, they can't even play, so they can't have fun.

Ye Bihuang has turned around and left. Hearing this, he gently raised his hand: "Well, call me when you meet a tricky opponent. I usually watch it below. Anyway, it's boring to play."

"Okay." Li Yongyou shouted,

Just now, Ye Bihuang's skills have completely conquered everyone present. The magical fake moves, including accurate shots, are beyond their reach.

"Damn it, who is that man? He was so fierce just now. The three people stopped him and didn't stop him."

"You idiot, you don't even know the celebrities in our school. He is Ye Bihuang"

"Ye Bihuang, carry the nemesis."

"Nonsense, the gangsters have to take a detour when they see him. I really didn't expect him to play so well. One ball is accurate. I didn't fail in those few shots just now. It's really horrible."

"Aren't our footballs destined to lose?"

"I don't know. It depends on the situation. Maybe they disdain to play."

Ye Bihuang put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand took out a cigarette from his pocket, ready to smoke,

Obviously, Ye Bihuang realized that this was a school when the smoke was taken out, but since he had put the smoke in his mouth, he would never take it down. How could he be afraid of the little rules of the school with an adult soul?

What's more, after school now, as long as he doesn't meet his teachers and classmates and smoke generously, even if the principal passes in front of him, he won't care.

Because the other party is not sure whether this is a student of his own school,

Ye Bihuang took a sip of cigarette, took the cigarette away with one hand, and spit out a cigarette ring.

"Oh." Ye Bihuang was walking, ready to leave the teaching building with his schoolbag, but he saw a beautiful figure on the edge of the field. His beautiful hair was extremely smooth, one of which was scattered on his back, and the other part gathered on one side and put it on his shoulder.

This girl must be beautiful

Ye Bihuang thought that the girl was wearing a beige sweater on her upper body, with pure color, close to her delicate body, revealing all the exquisite waist and armpits, and her slender arms also looked more and more soft,

Down along the waist are dark gray casual trousers. The casual trousers are very generous. The lower they go down, the wider they are. The top is tight and narrow, which sets off the upturned buttocks. The soft arc makes people reach out to feel it first. These trousers are simple and generous, forming a strong contrast with the jeans worn by ordinary high school students.

Ye Bihuang had a desire to come forward to see the beautiful woman. He took a sip of a cigarette and finally stopped.

Because he remembered one thing, the so-called "back more" and "back killing", the so-called back killing is that some girls dress up beautifully and softly, but her face has this unconcealable defect. From the back, the other party is really beautiful, simply as beautiful as a fairy,

But if you turn to her side or front, you will be scared and feel that there are two people on the back and front.

There are still too few beautiful women these days. It's too strange to meet one when walking. This woman may be a "god of back killing". In order to make herself happy and keep it up, Ye Bihuang finally suppressed the idea of getting a glimpse of it.

"The beautiful women with depressed devil's figure and angel face can't afford to hurt. In this era of back killing, the devil's figure is so easy to be confused."

Ye Bihuang shook his head and was ready to leave,