Chapter 4
Chapter 4 – Passive Ability
Chapter 4 Passive Abilities
Looking at the ultra-long-distance long pass, Han Dang secretly encouraged himself, and he must not miss the ball no matter what.
He stared at the ball while running towards the penalty area.
However, the defensive player next to him has been stuck with him this time, competing with him for the landing point.
Even, the defensive player jumped up first to meet the flying ball.
Han Dang couldn’t squeeze out a good position, so he could only stand firm and wait for the opponent to stop the ball.
Unexpectedly, the ball made a slight arc in midair, and hit Han Dang’s chest directly!
“Eh? Where I stand is the landing point?”
Han Dang was startled, then ecstatic.
The defender didn’t catch the ball, so he couldn’t stand firm without him. Han Dang flicked the football and rushed into the penalty area.
When the opponent turned back to chase after him, Han Dang dumped him three or four times.
“Boom!” Han Dang didn’t know whether he was too excited after going solo, or he didn’t expect to be able to go solo.
Facing the goalkeeper, he shot a shot straight into the stands.
“Damn it…”
The opponent’s goalkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, while Han Dang knelt in front of the goal, brushing his hair one by one.
“What a pity, what a great opportunity.”
“Can this ball hit an airplane?”
There was a lot of regret in the stands.
By this time, Mo Poor had completely confirmed the fact that he possessed superpowers.
The ball just now, he kicked directly at Han Dang’s chest!
Because of the missed ball before, he knew that if the landing point was chosen as grass, then unless Han Dang waited for the ball to land first before catching it, otherwise Han Dang would block the ball in the air, and the direction of the ball would be unexpected. Even if the ball is pushed away by force, it is estimated that the ball will roll back to the point designated by Mo Poor.
So in order for Han Dang to catch the ball, he simply set the landing point on Han Dang’s chest.
As long as the ball reaches the landing point, how to bounce, how to roll, and how to move afterwards is Newton’s business.
Looking at Han Dang in the distance and giving him a thumbs up again, Mo Qiong smiled.
Although Han Dang’s expression couldn’t be seen clearly, it can be predicted that he must be extremely annoyed now.
Missing two excellent passes, Mo Poor probably would have thought it a pity if he had missed two excellent passes. After all, this is really rare for his own skills, and it may not happen once in ten games.
But now he doesn’t feel it at all, because he can have as many opportunities as he wants now.
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The sports school team posed two threats to the tobacco team, but in turn, the smoke team also caused them two threats.
This surprised the sports school team, especially Zhang Xin, who was desperate to score.
“Their left is the breakthrough point…”
“So involved!”
“Look at my location…”
The sports school team started to get serious. For a while, Mo Poor felt that there was a panic in the backcourt, and their defenders were torn apart by multiple passes and receptions.
“Totally suppressed…” Mo Poor’s vision is too wide, and his ability to read the game is very strong.
He yelled in front of the goal line many times to point out the loopholes in the defense, commanded the defense, and saved several defense crises.
In fact, if he didn’t know how to dribble, he would be very good as a defender or a midfielder.
The coach has repeatedly hoped that he can practice dribbling and fast passing, and wants him to play as a midfielder, but Mo Qiong is not interested.
He joined the football club only for credits. He has been practicing hand skills since he was a child, and he doesn’t want to spend more time practicing football skills.
“Boom!”
There was chaos in the penalty area, and a goal suddenly appeared and shot.
In the past, Mo Poor was very annoyed by the situation where more than a dozen people were blocking his vision in the restricted area.
But now, he only needs to think about one thing in goal: touching the ball.
Hitting the ball and blocking the shot are two concepts, but now it is the same thing.
No matter what kind of shot, as long as Mo Poor reacts quickly, judging by the trajectory he is very good at, and desperately reaches out to touch the ball, the shot will be confiscated.
After 30 minutes, he lobbed high to block, dodged left and right, and saved nine shots on target.
For him, it was very difficult for him to touch the ball a few times, which was extremely thrilling.
But to others, he felt that he was in a brave state, like the guardian of the goal line. All the shots were firmly blocked by him, or they were simply shot down and hugged in his arms.
Unless the close-up slow-motion playback, no one knows that Mo Poor just touched the ball, and the observer will use the result to subconsciously reverse the opponent’s operation. This is the logical judgment of the human brain itself.
No one knows, for Mo Poor, as long as the first step is done, the second and third steps will all depend on his mood.
Of those nine saves, he chose to confiscate shots five times.
Because these five times were all when Han Dang had a chance in the opponent’s half alone.
Mo Poor patted the ball and turned his big foot, going directly to Han Dang.
This terrifying pass across the half court was as precise as a scalpel cutting through the heart.
He insisted on creating four more single-handed opportunities for Han Dang.
It’s a pity that even if he didn’t masturbate, he shot too straight four times and failed to score.
The stands were excited several times, and sighed several times.
But this in itself is a performance that is enjoyable to watch, even though the scene is overwhelmed and ugly.
Zhang Xin’s statement that a goal must be scored in ten minutes has long been self-defeating.
He sweated and shot seven times extremely hard, and there were two passes in the penalty area that could be assists, but he just failed to break through the gate guarded by Mo Poor.
The whole person is a bit over the top, and he wants the midfielder to create opportunities for him.
“How could he be in such a good state, he will definitely make a mistake!” Zhang Xin said.
But the midfielder hurriedly said: “The first half is coming to an end, be steady, there is something wrong with this goalkeeper…”
”His long pass was too threatening to us, the coach asked us to stabilize the halftime.”
Zhang Xin sighed, looking at Mo Poor standing in front of the goal line, a little unwilling.
His words of experience seemed useless to Mo Poor, and his state of bravery made people despair.
If it’s just guarding the goal, it’s not a big deal, but the ultra-long-distance long pass in the counterattack always cuts through their defense line like precise guidance, which is too scary.
The first half was coming to an end, and the sports school slowed down its offensive.
The Yanda team was also very satisfied with ending the halftime like this, and began to control the ball in the backcourt, but it was only halftime.
After walking back and forth for a few minutes, Han Dang also knew that the first half would end like this. In addition, he was very tired, so he didn’t look for an empty space, so he walked slowly in the midfield and waited for time.
The situation instantly changed from a fierce confrontation to a boring delay. Both sides wanted to wait for the end of the first half.
Mo Poor was also so happy. Most of his thoughts were not on this game, but he kept thinking about his ability.
Just under this boredom, most people in the stands stopped paying attention to the game again.
Only the fat man, desperately trying to talk to the girls, is still trying his best to explain.
“The 21st passes to the 66th.”
”The forward of the sports school team made a close attack and the ball was passed.”
“Our team is passing the ball from the back, uh… still passing back…”
“The pass is over halftime! Uh… keep passing back…”
“The ball hit the captain Wang Xiong’s feet, he was kicking with the central defender, still falling, back and forth… uh… this…”
The fat man became weaker and weaker as he spoke, and his voice became lower and lower.
“Number 12 made a close pass, Wang Xiong returned a pass to the goalkeeper, the goalkeeper continued to kick…flip…hey? No, this is a long pass! The ball is very slow, and Han Dang’s reaction is also slow. He is chasing the ball…chasing No more, this goal…is this goal scored?”
Fatty suddenly stood up, his voice suddenly raised eight notes at the end.
“Go in, go in, go in! It’s No. 1! No. 1 scores!”
The people in the stands were also shocked by the scream and looked towards the goal. Sure enough, in front of the goal of the sports school, their goalkeeper fell to the ground facing the goal, staring at the ball in the goal frame in complete bewilderment.
The referee was also stunned for a moment, and looked at the line referee, who signaled that it was a strike. The referee blew his whistle and pointed at the midfielder.
“Did our team score?”
“Who shot it?”
“Number One! It’s Number One!”
“Who is number one?”
“Stupid, number one is the goalkeeper!”
“Fuck! The goalkeeper scored?”
Everyone realized that this was not an ordinary goal, but the goalkeeper kicked the ball into the opposite goal from his own penalty area.
This is a shot that can only be seen on the video. I didn’t expect it to happen next to them this time.
Everyone thought that the first half was over, but they didn’t expect that their team’s backcourt was just an illusion, making the opponents relax their vigilance.
Finally, the goalkeeper stood up and kicked a super-long-range hanging goal suddenly, scoring directly.
“The smoke is awesome!”
“Keeper 666!”
“Oooo!”
There was a thunderous celebration in the football field, and the guys in the stands who loved their school team slapped everything that could make a sound.
They came here and were already mentally prepared for their school team to be tortured by blood, but they didn’t expect to lead now.
The surprise was even more exciting. The cheers resounded throughout the arena, even people outside the stadium could hear it.
Mo Poor stared blankly at his teammates rushing towards him crazily, also very confused.
“Awesome, Magic Ball, your kick is too strong!”
“It’s very spiritual, we let them relax their vigilance!”
Teammates talked one after another, Wang Xiong was even more elated, he got an assist out of nowhere.
It was he who was forced to pass back to Mo Poor in a panic.
“Uh…” Mo Poor stared at his crazy teammates stiffly, a little afraid to speak.
Can he say that he just stopped the ball just now?
Yes, he was just stopping the ball and it ended up in the opposite goal.
He didn’t want to score goals at all, his mind was thinking about his ability, waiting for the time to end.
Because of lack of concentration, facing Wang Xiong’s sudden pass back, he didn’t recover. At the same time, Wang Xiong’s return pass was too bad, too high and hasty, like a shot.
He was caught off guard and just wanted to stop the ball, but he inadvertently thought about the opponent’s goal.
Sometimes it is difficult for a person to control his thoughts, especially when he is not concentrating. He does not strongly specify a goal subjectively, but this ability directly locks on the goal he thinks in his subconscious mind.
This led to the stopping of the ball, which turned into a ground-breaking shot.
“My ability… is passive!”
Mo Poor realized that every time he kicked the ball, he would inevitably specify a landing point, no matter where the landing point was, but in short, he couldn’t have it.
All the objects he personally ‘shoots’, every time he has to designate a hit target by his mind, every time!
It doesn’t work if you want to let nature take its course, and it doesn’t work if you want to follow the laws of nature.
He can only figure it out by himself. If he doesn’t see it subjectively, he can do it subconsciously!
This is actually a passive ability that he cannot turn off…unless he completely loses consciousness.
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