"Whoever kicks in first will win?" Yu Qiuping murmured while watching the skillful footwork of the players on the field intrigue, passing it back and forth.

"Oh? New face?" The sound from Yu Qiuping's side made him look back subconsciously. A middle-aged uncle walked quickly with a cheerful smile. The unrestrained demeanor made Yu Qiuping look at him more. His facial features were soft, and his eyes were swollen and shining with wisdom. The most enviable thing was his eyebrows, which were black and shiny as if they were paintings.

"I don't know what to call this master?" Yu Qiuping felt that such a temperamental person must not be an ordinary person, so he naturally used the title of honor.

"You sir, you're just a businessman," the uncle laughed, "Just call me uncle."

"You're the first time you've been here? I've never seen you before." The uncle stood beside Yu Qiuping, but his eyes did not leave Cuju in the formality.

"Yes, I'm from Ming, and I've just arrived in Junfu City not long ago." Yu Qiuping explained. "This is the first time I've come here to see Cuju."

"Oh?" The uncle quickly glanced at the sidelines, "Then how did you know that you would win if you scored three goals?"

"Guess," Yu Qiuping smiled, "I see there are five lanterns there," he pointed to the sidelines. "The scores of both sides that can be expressed cannot be surpassed by six, and now the team on the left has not won yet when it reaches the second, so it is probably three goals."

"Haha, the guess is correct." The uncle smiled, "I know the little thing, and I am worthy of being a visitor from the Ming Dynasty." As he spoke, several middle-aged uncles' companions surrounded him. The uncle looked back at them, made a gesture, and one of them turned around and left. He turned around and asked Yu Qiuping, "Then guess again, why are there only a few people in the middle?"

"Is it because of the official competition here?" Yu Qiuping replied casually.

"The guess is correct." The uncle smiled again, "There are bounty ring matches every afternoon. Each team has to pay 600 cents before going on the court to challenge other teams. For every victory in the ring, the team will receive a 30 cents bonus. That's why so many Cuju players come here to try their skills!"

"Since you're here, you don't just want to watch the ball. Seeing that you are in good health, you must be able to Cuju?" He turned his head and asked Yu Qiuping.

"Hey," this revelation aroused Yu Qiuping's memories of representing the class in the Green Field in junior high school, "It's indeed a bit itchy."

"We just have one person missing here," the uncle pointed to the other four people beside him with his hands, "Why do you come together and we will form a team?"

"Uh..." Yu Qiuping touched his pocket and only brought ten cents to prepare for dinner. He just paid off the money from Asahina Taehyung, and the total amount of money was only more than one hundred cents left.

"I didn't bring enough money, it's okay! Who would bring more than 100 quotas when going out?" The uncle saw Yu Qiuping's difficulties. "I have invited your money, which is a welcome to the people from Ming Dynasty."

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Yu Qiuping was about to refuse, but he saw the uncle wave his hands repeatedly. "I didn't say it's free. Even if you play well, even if we hire a master to help, if you don't play well, you still have to go home to get the money. Hahaha..."

Yu Qiuping and the people around him laughed loudly when they heard this. The awkward atmosphere just now was wiped out. "It's so pleasant to talk to you," Yu Qiuping smiled. "But I can only kick the defense. The romantic eyes on our Ming Dynasty are not much the same as here. I may not be able to shoot."

"No problem, it's just right," the uncle laughed again when he heard this, "I'm afraid you scored too many goals to steal my limelight." He clapped his hands, "That's it, Aoping, go and tell the people over there, we'll be there when this game is over."

"I haven't asked what you call me yet?" After killing someone, the uncle asked Yu Qiuping.

"My name is Yu Qiuping." Yu Qiuping nodded.

"Subject Yu?"

"No, my surname is Yuqiu."

In the last game, the team on the left won 3:1. After the team on the right left left the venue cursed and left, Yu Qiuping and his group came to the right side of the venue to warm up for a simple warm-up. The uncle took off the kimono he had just worn and changed into light breeches and vests. Yu Qiuping happened to be wearing the sweatpants he brought with him through time. The only regret was that the pair of sports shoes were not brought, so he had to wear the hard sneakers provided by Cuju Field. When he took off his top, he carefully took off the red leaf pendant on his neck and wrapped it in his clothes.

It was not until Yu Qiuping that he realized that this Cuju seems to be very different from football, not only the height and size of the goal. The ball is not very bouncing. Moreover, there are very few physical confrontations between players, and it mainly depends on personal footwork.

After seeing a few teammates skillfully taking each other, Yu Qiuping was not only at a loss. He simply stood symmetrically, so he stood about ten meters behind the uncle, just behind the entire team.

With the sound of drums beside him, a red Cuju was thrown high from outside the field and jumped into the field. After confidently snapping his fingers, his figure flashed and rushed to the landing point of the ball. The opponent's forward was already behind and had to catch up with the defense. However, the uncle who could have reached the ball immediately suddenly jumped to the left. The opponent's forward caught him off guard and didn't have time to stop. Cuju hit him and rebounded, jumping high over him. The uncle flashed back from the left and controlled the ball behind him and rushed to the front court.

"Is there any such operation?" Yu Qiuping looked at the uncle who did not touch Cuju and headed straight to the opposite goal. The opponent's two full-backs rushed from both sides to assist in defense, and cooperated with the defender to double-team the uncle. The uncle glanced at the winger who followed the right side, raised his left foot and kicked Cuju. The opponent's left back quickly retreated to block the pass route, and the opponent's defender also retreated to assist in defense. However, unexpectedly, the uncle seemed to have deliberately kicked under Cuju, with a very strong rotation. Cuju flew back to the middle Lions because of the first time he touched the ground. The uncle passed the opponent's right back who was still defending him, and went straight to the opponent's Fengliuyan, with a gap in front of him.

Raise your foot, draw the ball, and cut the cju through an arc, directly penetrated the Fengliu eye. It was done in one go without hesitation, and every step was extremely decisive.

The opening is only a dozen seconds.

The audience around were already stunned and stunned for a while before making deafening cheers. The opponent's player stopped in a daze with an incredible expression, as big as Yu Qiuping's mouth, could almost stuff an egg.

"Uncle, do you really need teammates?" Yu Qiuping looked at the uncle with a light expression and walked back from the frontcourt as if nothing had happened. He couldn't help but shout and asked.

"Haha, of course," the uncle snapped his fingers, "Defense is very tiring, it's not just one game. It's important to defend more rounds of the stamina."

"Uncle, don't you need to save your energy? You played so hard just now." As Yu Qiuping spoke, the player on the opposite side had already kicked off from the backcourt and kicked Cuju. However, the uncle still turned his back to the opponent, facing Yu Qiuping, without the intention of turning around to defend.

"Me? Why do I need to save my physical strength?" The uncle laughed like a child's trick. The opponent's offensive team almost passed by him when he was laughing and headed straight for Yu Qiuping's last line of defense.

"Because I don't participate in the defense!" The uncle smiled and snapped his fingers. Yu Qiuping didn't have time to see it because the opponent's three forwards had already attacked him.

The player who rushed to the front of him slightly twitched his feet, as if he was about to pass the ball. Yu Qiuping subconsciously prepared to go forward and steal, but suddenly realized that he was not like the midfield position he had played before, but the last defender in front. So he changed his mind, and his left foot, which had already taken half a step, suddenly hit the ground, and the man rushed back. The opponent's forward who thought he had already shaken Yu Qiuping away with fake moves had to stop and adjust, but at this time, Yu Qiuping's other two defenders rushed to assist in defense. The opponent's forward saw that the situation was not good, protected Cuju with his back, tried to push Yu Qiuping away and forced a shot, but was staggered by Yu Qiuping, who was stronger.

Yu Qiuping took the opportunity to jump forward and wanted to intercept the ball, but the opponent's forward turned around and half blocked the route. Yu Qiuping immediately retreated half a step to continue to stabilize the defense. The opponent's forward tried to break through several times and declared a failure. At this time, two of his own wingers came to double-team. The opponent's forward forced his kick and shot was blocked by Yu Qiuping and kicked to the frontcourt. Which uncle easily scored three times with one shot again?

"Yuqiu, you're doing well," Xiang Yuqiuping, the uncle who returned from the shot, gave a thumbs up, "Still work hard."

Yu Qiuping didn't expect that he would play for so long. By the time he finished the tenth game, he was as tired as a dog, with his hands on his knees and gasping for breath. They never kicked until Shin Shiliujiu.

He has never partnered with such a strong teammate. The other four partners are not only skilled but also physically very good. The uncle in front of him also makes him feel like playing football with a world-class star. He was responsible for the thirty goals in ten games, and under Yu Qiuping's tenacious defense, his side only lost six goals.

"How is it? Can you still kick it?" The uncle took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and folded it back to his waist.

"I'm afraid it won't work," Yu Qiuping even struggled to speak, "It's so tiring to kick it for so long."

"Haha, it's already great to be able to hold on for so long. The young man is doing well in physical exercise." The uncle said as he walked towards the sidelines, "Master, we abstained from the right hand and won't fight."
Chapter completed!