Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 302 - 302 302 Divine Turnaround Second Update Thanks for the Reward

302: 302: Divine Turnaround [Second Update, Thanks for the Reward] 302: 302: Divine Turnaround [Second Update, Thanks for the Reward] “Pass the ball, Chen Xiaozhi, you pig.”

Zhang Tao, as the sports committee member, had studied soccer often and mastered several systems.

But he couldn’t apply them—knowledge without practice was useless.

“Four to zero.”

The PE teacher shook his head helplessly and blew the whistle to end the first half.

The guys from Class 7 of School No.

3 looked disdainful.

This is boring, like playing a game.

Even First Middle School, I think Sixth Middle School would be better.

Step on, belittle, ignore.

Each act stabbing the players’ hearts like daggers to their faces.

Zhang Tao just cursed, pointing out who was not good, who was not fighting hard enough, and who was holding onto the ball too long.

The forwards were acting alone, and their skills were poor.

Criticizing mercilessly, this guy must be an undercover.

Tang Feng!

Su Wudong and others greeted him.

“Change your shoes, you’re playing in the second half.” Rao Weisheng’s foot was somewhat injured.

Tang Feng nodded.

“Tang Feng, later you do this—” Zhang Tao dared not use the same tone with Tang Feng.

The guy was fierce.

Last semester, he even dared to fight a principal’s relative, and several school elites had also suffered at his hands.

He had a fierce reputation.

He didn’t dare provoke Tang Feng, so he was very polite.

Tang Feng didn’t stoop to their level either.

He walked over to the two forwards and two attacking midfielders.

“Just charge forward later, I’ll pass the ball right to your feet, try to create as much space as possible.”

Then he told a few defensive midfielders to pass the ball to him, and the midfielders dared not disobey.

If they didn’t pass, who knew what he would do to them after the game.

The second half began.

The guys from Class 7 of School No.

3 glanced at each other upon seeing Tang Feng enter the field.

They were puzzled, having no information about this guy.

“Could he be a top player?”

The captain of Class 7 was somewhat fearful as he noticed that First Middle School’s players were all listening to Tang Feng and nodding without any displeasure.

“We mustn’t be careless later.

We can look down on the opponents, but we can’t relax.

Keep a close watch on that kid,” the captain of Class 7 instructed, pointing at Tang Feng.

“Don’t worry, captain.

I’ll take care of him,” a tall midfielder laughed.

“Good, with you marking him, I feel relieved.”

With a whistle, the second half began.

School No.

3 kicked off.

They were still dominant.

The tactical gap couldn’t be resolved by just putting Tang Feng on the field.

Soon there was a shot at goal.

Luckily, it hit the post.

The shooter was the opposing captain, who held his face in regret, so close to widening the score.

He could only retreat to midfield, waiting for the opponent’s attack.

In the first half, First Middle School barely passed the ball; they just kicked it forward, attacking if they could, and defending if they couldn’t.

It was basically luck.

This time, the opposing didn’t just boot it forward, they started passing.

After five or six passes, the ball went to Tang Feng’s feet.

At the sound of a whistle, the forwards and attacking midfielders quickly moved forward.

Tang Feng smiled slightly as the towering opposing striker blocked him.

He lifted his foot for a sweep.

Getting hit would surely cause an injury.

The opponent had two goals: hitting the ball was ideal, but a leg would also do—they could just foul to disrupt the attack.

But then he realized the shadow in front of him shifted, and Tang Feng had already dribbled past him, rushing forward at speed.

“Damn, stop him!” the captain of Class 7 of School No.

3 quickly shouted.

Being a forward, it was too late for him to help defend.

Two central defenders blocked him.

Tang Feng yelled out to a forward.

“Twenty-five yards left!”

Then he kicked, and the ball landed exactly twenty-five yards away as if commanded.

The forward just reached it, delighted, and kicked a volley.

Thud!

The opposing goalkeeper made a beautiful leap, but he still couldn’t stop the ball from flying into the net.

World class!

Am I seeing things?

The opposing players were stunned; they had played so many games but had never scored such beautiful goals, let alone a world-class one.

To think that their opponents had just done it, especially with that pass—truly impressive.

“Well done!”

The team members hugged each other, surprised by the ease of the goal.

“Ah Feng, your pass was terrific.”

“Your positioning was also good, pulling several defenders away, which gave you enough time to shoot.

In the following time, I’ll try to create as many scoring opportunities for you as possible,” Tang Feng said.

“Alright, let’s keep pushing.”

However, Tang Feng’s teammates were taking things for granted.

The opposing team was much stronger, and for the next twenty minutes, they were under siege.

The whole team was pressed into their half of the field.

It was only when the opponents’ fitness began to decline that an opportunity arrived.

Tang Feng intercepted a pass and sent the ball forward.

The forward immediately ran to the position Tang Feng had indicated.

Chested the ball, turned around, and shot low!

A rebounding shot caught the opposing goalkeeper off guard.

Four to two, and there were twenty minutes left.

If they managed well, the chance to equalize was still significant.

At the side of the field, more and more students gathered, many of them girls, there to cheer for the team.

Seeing two goals recouped, everyone was thrilled.

Especially the commanding Tang Feng, who was exceptionally charismatic.

Zhang Tao couldn’t help but admire; Tang Feng’s dominance in midfield was too strong.

This guy was truly a genius, with his skills and awareness, he definitely had the chance to make it into the professional leagues.

He felt somewhat overshadowed; Tang Feng’s strength was so formidable that he felt unqualified to coach him.

The collision between the two teams became even more intense.

The mistakes in passing also gradually increased, which gave Tang Feng even more opportunities.

Every possession he pushed forward.

Each pass was as precise as a scalpel, and the arcs they drew were as graceful as art.

Unfortunately, the forwards and attacking midfielders missed quite a few chances.

Seeing that time was running short, Tang Feng decided that he would take the attack upon himself for the remaining time.

In the last ten minutes, Tang Feng received the ball and charged forward, his dribbling technique seemingly divine.

Tang Feng dodged four players and entered the penalty area.

Boom!

Thunderous shot!

The ball nested in the net.

Yes!

Another goal, just one more needed.

Only three minutes left.

Could they score two more goals?

The players from team Grade 7 Class 3 were panicking; it was as if Ronaldo himself was possessed, too fierce, dribbling past four players to score.

So much so that as soon as they saw Tang Feng with the ball, five or six players charged at him.

To stop him from scoring again.

But as soon as they approached, Tang Feng passed the ball again, and this time the wing was almost empty.

The attacking midfielder rushed forward with the ball, and the two forwards moved into the penalty area.

The ball was crossed, and a header flicked it in.

Scored again.

Boom!

The sidelines exploded, both boys and girls cheering loudly, having not seen such a heated match in ages; it was exhilarating to watch.

Equalized!

Grade 7 Class 3 had to accept the result; with just one minute left, the opponents had no time to launch an attack.

But when a player from Grade 3 tried to pass back, Tang Feng suddenly appeared and intercepted the ball.

Then, under everyone’s gaze, he kicked the ball high.

Boom!

The football, as if granted the power of wind, rapidly charged toward the opposing goal.

“A joke, thinking to score from so far!

Idiot!” The captain of Grade 3 felt relieved seeing Tang Feng’s long kick.