A smile appeared on Ye Feng's face. Liang Qian looked at Ye Feng's smile and found that the smile on his face was so sincere and sincere. This kind of smile was definitely not pretending, but really from the heart. What is the relationship between these students and the middle-aged man and him? Have they known each other before?

This is not true. How could Ye Feng know the principal and students of the middle school of the migrant worker in this suburban county?

Ye Feng saw Liang Qian's doubts, approached her, and whispered: "This Principal Qin and this student had met me early this morning. Of course, I didn't know them before, so I asked Principal Ye Tiancheng to match me. I said I wanted to play a game with the students in their school. He agreed immediately, and asked that it would be best to organize this game today."

Liang Qian knew it and didn't ask any more questions now.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Principal Qin, I have made you wait for a long time!" Ye Feng's tone was very humble and respectful.

Principal Qin smiled and said, "No rush, we won't be anxious even if we wait for a little longer."

Ye Feng walked over quickly, held Principal Qin's hand, and said, "I didn't expect you would treat this game so grandly."

Principal Qin said: "It should be that we feel very honored to be able to play football with such a famous team as your Beijing No. 1 Middle School."

Ye Feng nodded, then turned around and patted the high school student on the shoulder, and said, "Your name is Xiaohua, right? You are the captain of your school football team."

The boy named Chu Xiaohua smiled and said, "Yes, Coach Ye, when will we start the competition?"

Ye Feng nodded and smiled, "No hurry, it will start in a while. Are you all the same?"

Chu Xiaohua nodded excitedly and said, "It's all right. I'm waiting for you."

Ye Feng didn't say much, and turned back to the players of No. 1 Middle School and said with a serious expression: "Don't ask me what I would ask about bringing you here to play, and don't think that you are playing against a group of junior high school children and think that it's hindering your identity. Remember. In the face of the game, there is no difference between venue and identity, and there is no opponent for you to choose. You just need to play your ball well. Okay, I'll say here. Just do some pre-match preparation activities, and the game will start soon. I will be the referee of this game."

The players looked at each other with bitter expressions. Ye Feng's temperament and the others have almost figured out the same nature. I'm afraid that they have to play even if they don't play even if they don't play. They have no choice, but seeing those junior high school students who are not of the same level as them, their interests and desire for games will not be raised anyway.

Ye Feng did not allow them to think too much, and blew the whistle of the game. The players of No. 1 Middle School had no choice but to walk into the stadium with their heads down.

Liang Qian's face was burning. If this scene was seen by the school teachers or players from other teams, wouldn't it be laughed to death? If the students in this school really wanted to go out to promote it, the face of the Beijing No. 1 Middle School team would be a little bit dark.

As soon as the players entered the court, the students got up again to applaud. The scene was very lively. Although the players of No. 1 Middle School felt that they were not worried about playing football with a group of junior high school students who were several years younger than them, they couldn't help but feel fluttering when they heard the enthusiastic applause, and they all thought in their hearts: "It's good, just treat it as a football class for these children."

Ye Feng let the No. 1 Middle School members and the student team stand in two rows. He bowed to each other. Li Desheng, the temporary captain of the No. 1 Middle School team, shook hands with Chu Xiaohua, the captain of the working school student team, and threw coins to choose the field. All procedures were carried out very formally. Ye Feng seemed to tell the No. 1 Middle School players: "Don't underestimate them just because they are an inconspicuous student team, and take them seriously and respect them."

With a whistle, the first-tier players were really not used to this. For them, they were the worst venue. They wanted to speed up but were afraid of being injured and did not dare to let go of their hands and feet. They wanted to set up formation tactics, but they also felt that they were really embarrassing in front of these amateur children. They always felt that they were amateur and physically amateur with these junior high school students, and they really had nothing to do with them. Therefore, most of the first-tier players started their own performances after getting the ball.

These kids are indeed far from them. Their fake moves can easily fool these kids. Although the conditions in the court are not good, the physical fitness of the No. 1 Middle School players can make up for this very well. Occasionally, the short passes can be used to send the ball to the penalty area. After half an hour, the No. 1 Middle School players are already ahead of the student team with a big score of 10-0.

The best team in the student team is the captain named Chu Xiaohua. He ran all over the field and didn't look tired at all. Although the other members of the student team have already consumed a lot of physical strength (playing with No. 1 Middle School, they have to pay more physical strength than usual), the expressions on their faces are still excited, and the desire to play seems to be stronger.

Before the end of the half, the No. 1 Middle School team scored three more goals. A child from the student team rubbed his calf on the ground while tackled the defensive tackle, and a long hole was worn out, and the blood flowed continuously. However, Ye Feng did not blow the game. He forced the child to hold on with an injured leg until the last second of the first half. What surprised the No. 1 Middle School players and Liang Qian who were sitting on the sidelines were even more shocked that the student team members and the students outside the field had no intention of complaining about Ye Feng at all. They seemed to have not seen the child get injured.

As soon as the first half ended, the injured child finally sat softly on the ground. His teammates quickly ran to him and carried him outside the field. Ye Feng also followed, looked at the child's injury, and shouted to Liang Qian from afar: "Take our team's hemostatic agent and gauze over, hurry up." His voice was very anxious.

With so many people in front of him, Ye Feng could not use Zhenyuan, the child to stop the bleeding quickly, and could only take the public method. Fortunately, although the child left a lot of blood, there was no big problem.

Even if Ye Feng didn't say it, Liang Qian had long wanted to go over and help the child. Liang Qian was also very nervous when she saw that the child had shed so much blood.

When helping Ye Feng take care of the child's wound, Liang Qian was already sweating profusely and couldn't help but blame Ye Feng: "What are you doing? You know that this child is injured, but you still don't stop the game."

Ye Feng had no expression on his face, but his eyes were very serious, and he said, "Because I know that this child is very eager for this game. He has been looking forward to it for a long time. He really wants to play a game with these players in No. 1 Middle School. Although he was injured, I believe that in the last few minutes, he will definitely be able to persevere. He also wants to persevere, and he succeeds."

The injured child's eyes were filled with tears, but he insisted that he did not flow out and whispered: "Coach Ye... Thank you."

When Liang Qian heard the child thanking Ye Feng, he suddenly felt a little sad. In this child, in addition to being strong, Liang Qian could also understand his love for football. The kind of love from the heart really made Liang Qian unable to help but burst into tears...

The injured child did not play in the second half, but he did not leave the court. Instead, he sat on the sidelines and cheered for his classmates. Although his body was injured, his shouts were still hard and bright.

The second half of the game was still without any suspense. The No. 1 Middle School team still led the student team with a large score. The children consumed a lot of physical strength and their running speed gradually slowed down. Several of them had cramps.

Seeing this, Ye Feng temporarily stopped the game, leaving a precious three-minute rest time for the cramped children. Taking advantage of this gap, he walked to Liang Qian and Zhou Tao and said with a serious expression: "I hope you two can observe this game well, not only see the results, but also see some other more important things."

The game continued. The children worked very hard, and it was obvious that they all tried their best. The students around them also worked very hard. They never stopped cheering and did not relax or be frustrated because their team was behind in the big score. Their enthusiasm had never cooled down.

However, when the No. 1 Middle School players reached this level of the game, they actually had some fear of these children. These children were so scary. The more they reached the last moment, their physical strength became more and more intense. Every time they met, they would encourage each other loudly, and their faces were full of fighting spirit and desire to win.

The miracle finally happened. With unremitting efforts, the student team finally won a corner kick. After the corner kick was taken, the child named Chu Xiaohua jumped high and burst out with an amazing force. His body was far thinner than the defender of the No. 1 Middle School team, and his physical ability to fight against each other was too far apart. But at this time, Liu Jian, the defender of No. 1 Middle School, actually faced this child, facing his face full of desire to score goals and fighting spirit, Liu Jian's legs became a little weak. The child surpassed his head so high and pushed the ball towards the goal of No. 1 Middle School.

Goalkeeper Sun Yang seemed to have never expected that when the game was about to end, the student would burst out with such incredible abilities and strength. He almost did not make any saves and watched the ball fly into the goal.

The players of the student team rushed over with excitement, pressing Chu Xiaohua, who was also extremely excited to rush to the sidelines, to the ground. Their faces were filled with excited expressions of victory. Although they only scored a goal, they seemed to have won the entire game.

The whole school was in full swing, and the students outside the field rushed into the stadium, cheering, holding hands and holding hands to circle their players, shouting the players' names in unison.

The players of No. 1 Middle School were all stunned. They obviously won the game with a big score. The off-field scoreboard was clearly written in white chalk. The No. 1 Middle School team won 25-1, but why is the current situation like it is reversed? The children who won, but they who lost it.

Ye Feng slowly walked to the group of children, walked to their goal-scoring hero Chu Xiaohua, smiled, took Chu Xiaohua's hand, and said, "Very good. After going back today, I will tell your father that I admire you very much. If you want, if your father agrees, if your comprehensive cultural scores are OK, I will help you to go to No. 1 Middle School to go to high school. In the future, you can officially join the Beijing No. 1 Middle School team, but you must make a choice whether to study hard or realize your biggest dream to play football. I believe that the final result will be decided by you."

When the classmates around him heard Ye Feng's words, they all gave Chu Xiaohua a thumbs up and praised: "Good. Xiaohua, you can finally realize your dream. You can finally become the best high school team in Beijing."

Chu Xiaohua's face turned red, obviously he was extremely excited. He held Ye Feng's hand tightly, but couldn't say a word.

Ye Feng nodded to every student team player, turned to the principal, shook hands with him, and said: "Your students are all good. With their spirit, their future lives will definitely be full of hope and glory."

The principal smiled and said nothing. But he hugged Ye Feng tightly with his hands, not saying a word, but Ye Feng already understood the affection in his heart.

Ye Feng turned back to the No. 1 Middle School player, his face also became serious, and his eyes swept across the faces of each player. Finally, he paused on Zhou Tao's face and asked: "Zhou Tao, do you think we won or lost in this game today?"

Zhou Tao was silent for a while before saying, "We won..." The players of No. 1 Middle School smiled all over their faces. When their captain said the words they had won, their hearts were relieved. Before this, they had always had an illusion, as if they had lost in this game.

Unexpectedly, after a brief pause, Zhou Tao's next sentence completely knocked their happy mood to the bottom. Zhou Tao said again: "But in fact, we actually lost." Zhou Tao's tone was very calm, but at the same time he was also very firm.

The players were shocked. They obviously won. Why did even their own captain say they lost?

Ye Feng asked Liang Qian again: "How did you watch this game?"

Liang Qian had a serious expression, but she replied without hesitation: "We did lose, and we lost very cowardly."

The players looked at each other and were even more puzzled. Why did even Liang Qian say that? Are they really so cowardly playing football in this game?

Ye Feng raised his voice and said, "This game has a huge gap in strength. As players who have won the championship of the Beijing High School League, you have no interest in playing, you have no desire to win, and your balls are ugly, but for those children, they have shown great desire to win and fighting spirit. They have not had any timidity and tension because they are playing with a team that is much stronger than them. On the contrary, they have shown extraordinary perseverance and unity in front of you. They encourage each other and never gave up. In the end, they scored a goal. Although it was just a ball, for them, this ball means they achieved the final victory."

The players of No. 1 Middle School were a little dissatisfied when they heard Ye Feng say this. Li Desheng couldn't help but whisper: "But the game will depend on the result in the end. We are twenty-four goals ahead of them. The final result is that we won the big score."

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "You are right. In terms of scores, it is indeed our No. 1 Middle School team that won in the end, but what I want to tell you is that if there is the same venue, if you have the same competitive mentality and state today, if your opponent is not these children, if it is any league team that is comparable to your strength, can you still get the current score? Do you still dare to be so arrogant and think that you finally won the victory?"

The faces of the No. 1 Middle School players immediately dimmed. Ye Feng's words just now hit their hearts like a giant hammer, and a sensation broke out from everyone's back. Yes, if it were any high school league team, according to their current game status, they would definitely be themselves who lost the game by themselves.

Ye Feng sighed and continued, "You must remember that everyone is equal in the arena. You cannot underestimate any opponent. You should all know the story of the tortoise and hare racing. There are countless examples of weak defeating the strong. Faced with these children who are much worse than your strength, you are all too conceited and proud. You have lost a quality that a player or even any athlete is necessary, that is, modesty and prudence. More importantly, you have lacked the most valuable spirit, that is, mutual

In unity and encouragement between you, although you won the score, you lost your fighting spirit. You must know that when you come to the real court, when facing a stronger opponent, your only magic weapon to win is strong willpower and tenacious fighting spirit. But in today's game, I did not see your willpower, because each of you is afraid of being hurt, and I did not see your fighting spirit, because each of you has no desire to win. What you really lose is not the score, but your heart."
Chapter completed!