The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 143

[Chapter 143 Let them continue playing!]

On the other side, Yang Ming, who was not a supporter of the Scumbag Team, beat his chest for a while.

Someone with a hot temper has begun to curse.

After all, in their opinion, General Fang’s handsome and handsome team is just a group of more agile and skinny monkeys. Facing Yang Ming’s strong men who are not the scumbag team, there is no way they can resist at all.

But now the fact is exactly the opposite. Subconsciously, I feel that Yang Ming is not a scumbag and is just perfunctory.

“Too stupid! Why don’t you just hold the ball and rush into the goal? I don’t believe that General Fang’s handsome and thin monkey can stop such a big guy!”

A man in a vest watched the game. While complaining.

Next to him, a thin scholar was a little unhappy after hearing this. He turned to look at him and said: “Football, as the name suggests, is a ball made with feet. It is illegal to use your hands.

Otherwise, I think it is illegal.”

, it is precisely because Yang Ming is not the strongest person on the scum team that he is at a disadvantage. The more agile the person with his feet, the more advantageous he will be.

The game is not too long now. As long as the confrontation continues at this speed, nothing will happen. At the time of burning incense, if Yang Ming is not a scumbag, he will definitely concede the goal due to lack of physical strength!”

The scholar said it with reason, but the man didn’t know how to argue, and his face turned red.

After a while, he turned to look at the scholar, gritted his teeth, and said loudly: “Then do you dare to make a bet with me?”

The scholar glanced at the man, with a calm expression on his face, and said: “Why not? Dare.”

“Okay, one hundred coins, I bet Yang Ming won’t score first!”

The man took out a bunch of copper coins from his pocket and said loudly.

The scholar looked at the pile of copper coins and was a little confused. Apparently he had never thought that someone would carry so many copper coins with him.

After hesitating for a moment, he said: “I don’t have any money, but I can mortgage this book with you. If I lose, this book will be yours.”

As he said that, he raised the book in his hand and waved it in front of the man’s eyes. Shake.

“What do I want you to write about?”

The man looked disdainful. He was about to refuse when he suddenly saw a few words “The Legend of the Condor Heroes” written in a flourishing manner on the book. He stopped immediately and said immediately: “Okay, if Yang If the scumbag team scores first, the hundred cents will be yours.

If General Fang’s handsome team scores the first goal, the hundred cents will still be yours, but this “The Legend of the Condor Heroes” will be mine!”

Because Zhuxuanzhai was recently shut down by the government, there were very few copies of “The Legend of the Condor Heroes” circulating in the capital. Some noble disciples were even willing to pay a tael of silver to buy such a love story book.

Even if you pay a hundred cents, you can get a copy of “The Legend of the Condor Heroes”, which is a huge profit.

Of course,

all this is based on the fact that Yang Ming is not a scumbag and scores first.

After the two reached a bet, they stopped talking and turned to look at the football match in full swing on the field.

Although the expressions of the two of them have not changed much from before, from the moment they reached the bet, the football match on the field has become not only a game between the twenty-two people on the field, but also the two of them off the field. Human game.

The same thing happened everywhere off the field. When the game approached halftime, it was obvious that the audience was different from before.

At first, these spectators only watched the game with the intention of watching the excitement, but now, it seems that everyone has found a team that they support.

Moreover, in a very short period of time, this sense of identification with the team has been greatly improved.

Many people even spontaneously organized cheerleading teams and shouted slogans to cheer for their teams.

However, it may be because those who like Yang Ming are not the scumbags but are strong and strong men.

Therefore, most of the time, the voice that Yang Ming is not a scumbag team far exceeds that of General Fang’s handsome team.

Everyone put in a lot of effort to cheer for their team, and the sound could even reach two or three kilometers away.

Not far from the Capital Grand Theater, a luxuriously decorated carriage was driving slowly on the avenue in the south of the city.

In the carriage, a young man with luxurious clothes and a somewhat delicate appearance was holding a book “History of Qin” and was very fascinated by it.

Suddenly, a cry of “Yang Ming is not a scumbag” came to his ears. The young man frowned slightly and opened the curtain of the carriage, only to see that there was no one on the whole street.

Obviously, the sound came from a very far away place, and it became clearer and clearer each time.

Isn’t Yang Ming a scumbag?

When he heard the content of the shout clearly, the young man was startled, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was opened from the outside, and a man with a sinister face poked his head in and whispered: “Your Highness, the road ahead is blocked by a crowd. Do you want to go around somewhere else?”

Being called Your Highness The young man thought for a while and said, “Do you know what those people blocking the road are doing?”

The rough man scratched his head and said, “I just heard them shouting something like, ‘Yang Ming is not a scumbag.'” If the general is handsome and handsome, I don’t know about the rest.”

The young master seemed to have thought of something, and said with a look of surprise on his face, “Go and find out.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

After accepting the order, the rugged man left. carriage.

The young master picked up the history book that he had put aside again. After opening it, he couldn’t read it anymore.

After a while, he put down the book, looked in a trance, and murmured: “General Fang.”

In the open space in front of the Beijing Grand Theater, on the makeshift football field, the game was in full swing. The hourglass on the side showed that the time was almost over, but Still no one on either side scored first.

Finally, with the referee’s gong, half the game officially ended.

The players from both teams walked into the lounge cursing.

The shouts of the audience suddenly stopped, and they watched the two teams leave in stunned silence, a little confused.

Okay, why did you suddenly leave the show?

The man and the scholar who had made a bet before looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.

After all, the two people made a bet on who would score first. But now that the game is over and no team has scored yet, how should the bet be calculated?

The same thing happened to many people off the field.

These people stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes for a while. After they realized what they were doing, they were all very dissatisfied.

Finally, someone with a hot temper shouted at Wang Baole who was sitting at the ticket office: “We haven’t decided the winner yet, why don’t we stop competing!?

What does this mean, you bullied us and didn’t buy a ticket? I have a lot of money. , call them out, and continue the competition. If there is no winner, you cannot leave!

” No matter what, I still have to score a goal!”

(End of this chapter)