Live-In Son-in-Law

2As soon as I saw the blood stains on Huang Qianling's face, my expression turned ugly. I had a ferocious look on my face, as though I was a ferocious beast.    2

    

His body was trembling with anger.    

    

The moment I grabbed onto that football, the entire team crashed into the palm of my right hand. The injury on my right hand was still very severe, to the point that even a sudden collision would cause a scorching pain.    

    

I could even feel some liquid seeping out of the wound. The gauze that An Yunxuan had just changed had a tinge of blood-red.    

    

As for Huang Qianling, she quickly got up from the ground and pinched her nose, not wanting to let the blood flow from her nose. However, drops of blood continued to fall to the ground.    

    

Maybe because she was afraid that I would be worried, Huang Qianling quickly took out two tissues from her pocket and stuffed them into her nostrils. It was as if there were two scallions stuck in her nose, just like an elephant.    

    

He still had a silly smile on his face as he said to me, "It's alright, brother. It's alright. If you didn't help me block it, I wouldn't have been able to take my face."    

    

However, the smile on Huang Qianling's face made me feel even worse.    

    

I thought I'd be all right if I hid on the lawn and didn't go to the sports.    

    

But I was wrong.    

    

Even if I wanted to avoid them, as long as these people wanted to cause trouble for me, no matter where I hid, it would be useless.    

    

These damned bastards would always appear in front of me.    

    

Yes, these people had identified me as the one who had come to cause trouble for me.    

    

Under the orders of Ding Zhengyang, Song Qiang, and Huang Liang, these sports team members came here on purpose.    

    

Otherwise, why would that football come crashing down on his face?    

    

If the National Football Team had this kind of accuracy, they would have entered the World Cup a long time ago.    

    

These people came to find trouble with me, but they didn't manage to injure me. Instead, it was Huang Qianling who was injured.    

    

Due to my matter, the people around me were harmed. This is the most intolerable thing for me. It is even more unbearable than directly slashing at me.    

    

"Hey, brother, how are you? Are you hurt? "Damn it, it's even a football team. How the hell did they kick the ball over here?" Zhang Hao ran over and asked me. His expression was one of anger.    

    

Zhang Hao these people are a few football fans, but opposite the real football team.    

    

I cracked my lips and smiled. "It's alright."    

    

Then, he patted Huang Qianling on the shoulder and said, "Sister, just wait and see how I'll deal with those bastards."    

    

As I said that, I stood up. Before Huang Qianling could figure out what I wanted to do, I had already walked to the side of the football field.    

    

A tall and thin man ran over with a grin on his face. He was yelling apologies and kicking him away. Just by looking at his smiling face, he didn't even sound apologetic at all.    

    

I fiendishly smiled and coldly said, "Football! I also want to play football. Is that alright?"    

    

"No problem, this bro can also play football?" The kid's eyes lit up.    

    

If I had been hiding outside, it would have been difficult to find trouble with me, but on the football field, it was different. There were all sorts of technical violations and there were plenty of ways to deal with me.    

    

"No, but learn slowly." I smiled.    

    

The kid quickly nodded, "Yes, you're right. We'll have to learn slowly. But we're full. Go to the other side."    

    

I glanced at Zhang Hao, and Zhang Hao could see the anger in my eyes, which made Zhang Hao's heart tremble. This guy knows very well, when I get angry, how terrifying is it?    

    

But even so, Zhang Hao couldn't help but say, "You can replace me, but be careful, these people play ruthlessly, like fighting."    

    

"That's even less of a problem. You also said that it was like fighting, when have I ever lost a fight?" I said gleefully as I raised my eyebrows.    

    

After that, he walked to the football field and asked the kid who kicked away the football: "How do I kick this?"    

    

"It's your turn to kick the ball. You can just kick it from the sidelines …"    

    

"How?"    

    

"Kick." The kid was clearly impatient, as he casually waved his hand and said.    

    

Kick him casually?    

    

That's what I want from you.    

    

A sinister smile appeared on my face. I placed the football in front of me and immediately assumed a pose.    

    

The football team members across from him found his appearance a little funny.    

    

He looked just like a rookie.    

    

It seemed like his posture was quite professional, but if he really had to play football, he probably wouldn't even be able to touch football.    

    

But it didn't matter. They had received orders from Song Qiang to teach this guy a lesson. This guy didn't know how to kick the ball well. In a bit, he would show them what a barbaric sport football was.    

    

As for me, I took a stance.    

    

All of the strength in my body was focused on my legs. Especially when I remembered the scene of Huang Qianling bleeding from her nose earlier, the anger in my heart made my legs feel full of strength.    

    

In the next second, with an explosive shout from his throat, his right leg kicked out in front of him.    

    

The back of his foot struck the football.    

    

The next moment, there was a bang and the soccer ball instantly left the ground and whizzed forward.    

    

Yes, I can't play football, but I'm strong enough.    

    

Under that absolute strength, the soccer ball was sent flying with a whoosh.    

    

That speed was at least twice as fast as the speed of the soccer ball that smashed into Huang Qianling's face.    

    

The sound of a football whistling through the air could even be clearly heard in his ears.    

    

The football was aimed at the face of the kid who kicked away the soccer ball.    

    

When that fellow saw the football flying over, his expression immediately changed greatly. He wanted to dodge, but it was simply impossible.    

    

This time, the speed of the football was too fast. Even the members of the football team had no time to react at all. They could only watch helplessly as the football spun before them, getting bigger and bigger.    

    

And then … Bang    

    

The football directly smashed into the kid's face.    

    

That face instantly blossomed.    

    

Not only that, the impact of the soccer ball was much stronger than expected. The mere sight of the kid's face caved in and his body was sent flying by the impact.    

    

In mid-air, a trace of blood could be clearly seen in the air.