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Peng Anhao turned his head to look at the guard who was lying on the ground and had not gotten up yet, and nodded his head, "We have indeed entered."    

"How did you get in?" another player asked.    

"Who knows? He's too fast, even faster than him."    

Lee Dongfang sat on the chair and held his head with both hands. It was truly a disgrace, a disgrace indeed.    

It was only the first half of the game. Not only had he not scored a single goal, he had even been scored by his opponent.    

"Coach Li, what do you think of this Penglai Football Team?" The old face of the referee looked extremely embarrassed as he stepped forward.    

"How about what?" Lee Dongfang raised his head.    

"Of course, how good is his skill? Before the match, I really believed that you guys said you wanted to kick him for 10: 0. Now, it looks like …" Tsk tsk, even if the other party wants to, kicking you guys ten times zero is not a suspense. " The referee said with a serious expression.    

Lee Dongfang really wanted to punch him in the face. He grumpily said, "Isn't the competition still not over? There's still the second half of the competition, what are you worried about?"    

After the referee ate a turtle, he chuckled and left. However, he muttered in his heart. It was said that the majority of the country's experts were involved, and the true experts were all in the people.    

Today, he finally believed that Penglai Football Team was just a civilian team, but they were actually able to cripple the arrogant Dongling players.    

The difference was not big at all.    

"This Penglai Football Team is really good, to think that there would be such an expert without anyone noticing."    

"I think it's because the East Tomb Team has too much water. They were kicked into this state by an unknown team, and they even said that they wanted to play Penglai Football Team 10: 0. How shameless."    

"Yeah, I was told I wouldn't believe it even if I was beaten to death. I didn't come to watch today's match."    

"..."    

The audience was thoroughly disappointed with the East Tomb team and thought that they were all water products and scammers.    

The referee blew his whistle, then looked at the players from Penglai Football Team, his eyes changed. This was China's conscience team.    

As for the players from the East Tomb Team, it was completely the same look he had when he was looking at Penglai Football Team.    

"It's time for the middle match. Cough, cough, everyone can rest for a bit. The East Tomb Team will have to start with a new strategy. As for Penglai Football Team …" "Hehe, you guys just have to keep doing this. There's no need for tactics." The referee smiled.    

"What are you saying?" Lee Dongfang could not bear to listen anymore, he was looking down on his own team.    

The referee didn't show any weakness and snorted, "So it's like this in the first place."    

"What does it look like?" Lee Dongfang's face and neck reddened.    

"If I don't want to argue with you, then hurry up and arrange your tactics!" The referee was too lazy to go on talking to him. He turned and sat down on a chair to drink his tea.    

"You guys played a complete mess in the first half, so prepare to use Plan B." Lee Dongfang picked up the coach board and told them to gather around.    

The leading group of people looked at each other, not knowing what to say. They tried their best, and this was not called a complete mess, but a stage for a single person. The other party's No. 8 Player was simply too abnormal, one person was enough to beat them up, and yet they still dared to kick him?    

The leader was pushed out of the room by a few people. He coughed and said, "Coach."    

"Eh?" Lee Dongfang circled around on his drawing board, "What's wrong?"    

The leader scratched his head and laughed dryly, "Coach, we... We don't want to kick. "    

"What?"    

Lee Dongfang became anxious and stood up, his face gloomy as he looked at the others, "You all mean that?"    

A group of players nodded.    

"Peng Anhao, what about you? You're scared too? " Lee Dongfang emphasized Peng Anhao's name, as he valued Peng Anhao a lot.    

Peng Anhao lowered his head and nodded, "Coach, it's not us who are afraid, it's … As you can see, it's not that we aren't trying our best, it's that we're trying our best and the other side … "The other party was just messing around with us. In the end, they even gave us a curtain call."    

This was humiliation, a humiliation that could never be washed away. They did not want the same humiliation to happen a second time, so they continued to compete. The second half of the competition was still like this.    

"Yeah, Coach, Peng Anhao was right, the opponent's Number Eight …" As he spoke, he looked at Fann Xi, who was currently looking at them with a beaming smile, and extended his feet.    

The leader's throat rolled as he bitterly said, "That guy is simply a freak. If we continue to kick him, we will only lose even more face."    

Lee Dongfang did not think that a football match would cause his players to lose all confidence, he couldn't help but be enraged, "Could it be that escaping like this is not shameful? "There are over five thousand spectators, as well as media reporters. You don't even have the courage to kick them out. Our club is about to be destroyed, do you know?"    

The group of players lowered their heads, not daring to speak.    

What Lee Dongfang said was not wrong, they did not even have the courage to continue kicking him, they could only end up as an even bigger laughing stock.    

"Cheer up!" Lee Dongfang clapped his hands, "Even if he loses, it's nothing much. Furthermore, I can tell that the other party's No. 8 Player likes to play around. You guys cooperate a little, maybe if he gets tired of playing in the second half, he won't be able to score."    

"Huh?"    

The crowd of players looked up at their coach. They wanted them to die.    

Being tired of playing with that crazy guy, they would probably lose their lives.    

"Ah what?"    

Lee Dongfang said in a serious tone: "This is an order, and also the tactical arrangement for the second half."    

He simply put the drawing board on the floor and said, "You guys will play with him in the second half."    

The crowd of players shook their heads. They didn't want to die from exhaustion on the field.    

"I'm not going to kick anymore. Whoever dares to kick will be up." A member of the East Tomb Team despaired, "Anyway, he was beaten by others. How could this match even need eleven against eleven? The other side alone against eleven of us, we wouldn't even be able to withstand the pressure."    

"Yeah, coach, aren't you trying to make things difficult for us?" Another player also squatted down, "I'm not playing anymore."    

"I'm not kicking anymore."    

"I'm not kicking anymore."    

Lee Dongfang's eyeballs almost fell out of his eye sockets. Peng Anhao rubbed his hands and said: "Coach, we can't blame everyone, this is really hard to deal with. We are not your opponents, why not admit defeat decently."    

"That's right!" The leader also agreed.    

In the end, after half a game, the East Tomb team conceded.    

Everyone was surprised by this result. The East Tomb Team had been scolded by countless people. Even if it was the media, they were shamelessly reporting that the East Tomb Team was just trash. They voluntarily submitted, not daring to continue competing with them.    

The referee announced the player's exit. The winner was Penglai Football Team.    

In the player tunnel, Fann Xi was still not satisfied. He pulled Peng Anhao and asked, "Why not kick him? My Divine Feet is only able to display a little, just a little bit of skill." He showed it to Peng Anhao and the others with his pinky.