"Well... Teacher Xu, you should take it easy, Lin Tian might get hurt." Ning Wenbin was stunned by the momentum just now and cautiously reminded.
Xu Feibai glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said, "Don't worry, if the soccer gets hurt, he won't get hurt."
"Soccer gets hurt?" Ning Wenbin was taken aback.
He hadn't reacted yet, Xu Feibai had already stepped back, ran up, kicked again, and with a loud bang, the soccer drew a diagonal line, shooting towards the furthest corner in the upper left of the goal.
But before the ball arrived, Lin Tian had already jumped up, grabbed the crossbar with one hand, and blocked the ball with the other, maintaining this posture, hanging from the crossbar.
"Damn, am I seeing things? So high, so tricky, and he still blocks it!"
"Is this Kung Fu Soccer?" The classmates were shocked, eyes wide open, in disbelief.
Lin Tian let go, jumped straight down, rolled the ball back to Xu Feibai's feet, and beckoned provocatively.
