"Football, what is it?"
The air solidified instantly.
The assistant coach who was drinking water standing not far away spat out the water with a pop and coughed repeatedly. He looked at Lu Xian as if he were looking at an alien creature. A person who came to participate in the trial training of the Qixian Primary School football team asked what football was? This joke is too cold.
Wei Ran's face darkened. He thought it was some kind of clumsy provocation, an insult to the sport. The anger in his chest did not break out, but was suppressed by a thought that was chilling to the bone.
Without saying a word, he walked slowly to the ball, gently picked it up with his toes, and bounced it a few times. The football was as docile as a cat under his feet.
Suddenly, he took a step back, suddenly raised his right leg, and hit the football with all his strength.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the football turned into a white electric light, with a sound of breaking through the air, and shot straight towards Lu Xian's face. This is not a pass, it is a penalty, it is a warning. The assistant coach subconsciously exclaimed.
Lu Xian didn't hide or block it with his hands.
Just when the football was about to hit the bridge of his nose, he moved. Lift your right foot slightly, stretch the instep into a strange arc, and gently move forward to meet him.
There was no expected crash, nor was there the embarrassing sight of the football being bounced away.
The moment the soccer ball, which was carrying so much power, touched the instep of his foot, all the rotation and momentum seemed to be sucked out instantly, and then it landed silently and vertically in front of his toes.
