Upon hearing this, several team members reacted.
Li Hua, Ma Guojun, Liu Yang, and even Sun Zhicheng, who didn’t get along with him, couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Nian.
"Seriously, dude, aren’t you even a little scared?"
"Damn, Nian." Li Hua gave a deadpan look, "At this point, you’re still trying to show off?"
"You can’t just say that, what if we win?" Lin Dong said, "Guys, I just saw someone with a camera."
"Really?" Yang Qiming’s eyes lit up, an idea struck him, "What if they capture me scoring a goal."
"Just finished speaking? Bro." Li Hua looked at him, "The crazy level of your words, would take four or five conversations at least."
"Hard to say, what if we get lucky." Tao Ran tossed his hair, "Too bad the reality barrier can’t break, it’s a real pity."
"What are you talking about?" Ma Guojun couldn’t stand the dark humor, "damn it, I’m not hallucinating that you guys are going to score any goals."
"Just don’t kick the ball into our own goal, you idiots, especially you Li Hua, don’t act like a fool."
"Chi Shi Chi Shi!" Li Hua couldn’t stand such insults, pointed at him, "Guard your goal and stay humble."
"Shut up, you useless midfielder."
The sports field was chaotic, and the field wasn’t set up yet.
Both teams were waiting on the sidelines for the signal to enter. After a while, they started chatting and laughing.
"This one is crucial, we’re about to get the money." The captain-like figure said, "Stay calm, guys, don’t give them a chance."
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"I’ve watched their class play, they have one strong player. The defenders can’t kick, and the others are just useless."
"Strong? How strong can he be? Just put some pressure on him and he’ll calm down."
"Take it easy, don’t injure the top student. What if the band-aid hasn’t come off and the wound heals first?"
Loud laughter floated from the team. The opponent seemed so weak, as if they could crumble with a single blow.
An invisible home-field advantage spread among the banter and jokes.
"Did that person come to watch the match?"
Suddenly, someone brought it up. Then knowing laughter erupted, the atmosphere became lively.
"No." The person referred to, who was in a relationship, scratched his head shyly, "Let’s win first, I want to use the prize money to go to Wugong Mountain."
"Not going alone, are you? Moving so fast?"
"Damn, I really envy Brother Song. Having such a beautiful partner, wishing you everlasting happiness. Remember to send wedding candy when you marry!"
The romantic guy chuckled, but didn’t respond.
"Don’t talk nonsense."
As they turned, they saw a girl with a cool demeanor emerging from the edge of the field, catching everyone’s attention.
All the pretty adjectives enhanced by makeup became ineffective at that moment.
The ones who were just praising the romantic guy’s girlfriend fell silent. Their eyes followed her as she walked over to the third team’s side.
"Actually..." The romantic guy had nothing left to say, anything seemed clumsy, "Let’s give it our all, guys!"
"Indeed, we should take this seriously."
"This school-level competition does have some merit, at least we should respect our opponents. True sportsmanship prioritizes the competition."
Over on the third team’s side, Li Qingrong conveyed a task to everyone.
"You need to shout a slogan."
"Huh?" Jiang Nian was a bit confused, turning to look towards where the class was, too many people to see clearly, "What’s Old Liu up to again?"
"Old Liu is going to start directing again, we’re doomed." Li Hua groaned, "We were fine, why do we need to shout slogans!"
"To show the class spirit." Li Qingrong’s eyes were calm.
She was just passing the message, whether the players shouted or not had nothing to do with her. Of course, she had her own little personal agenda.
"Good luck." She looked into Jiang Nian’s eyes and said.
"Okay." Jiang Nian nodded, his expression calm, "I heard there’s a trophy if we win, and the captain gets an individual medal."
Upon hearing this, Li Qingrong understood his meaning.
"Yes, I’ll be waiting."
After saying this, she turned and left.
Winning is difficult.
This was the consensus among the crowd watching the match.
Whether from the attire of the two teams or their energy levels, compared to a semi-professional team, the third class was noticeably weak.
Even if the opponents weren’t the school’s specialized sports class, just having half their team as sports students made them visibly strong.
Unanimously, everyone in the third class pinned their hopes on Jiang Nian. Their gazes naturally turned towards him.
As the two teams entered the field, no one else was allowed in. The whistle blew, and two team colors were handed out.
Calling them uniforms was a stretch; they were just vests.
The school’s football match worked with what they had, considering neither team had even one professional player.
Taking the field in vests, the third class got the red ones.
Players from both teams began to shake hands, finally standing on either side of the referee. There was a person responsible for taking photos, click for a group picture.
"Alright, athletes from both teams, onto the field!"
Still no offside restrictions, there’s always been no restrictions. You can’t suddenly throw in a rule just for better play.
The third class would be done for if that happened; there wouldn’t be a point in playing this match.
The referee tossed a coin.
Jiang Nian’s eyes lowered, [Accuracy] prediction.
"The side with words."
"Then I’ll pick the flower side."
The coin was tossed and landed in the referee’s hand.
The opposing forward: "?"
He scratched his head, silently regretting. It didn’t matter who kicked off, it was just a bad luck feeling.
The match wouldn’t last too long, with each half around twenty minutes.
The start became a stalemate, with three or four players surrounding Jiang Nian, forcing him to pass the ball, and then targeting Li Hua and Lin Dong.