Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

Chapter 212: Against the Heavenly Sense, Ye Chen Actually Beats the Eggs

After Ye Chen calmed down, he sat down on the large buckskin sofa in the living room.

He looked at the back of his feet and felt itchy.

I picked it up, but still felt itchy.

"It would be great if there was a football. I'm dribbling against the sky now. I really want to play a ball and try the feeling of my feet!"

Ye Chen is a training madman. When he was in the training base, he benefited from the configuration of a wealthy club like Inter Milan, sufficient training facilities, and countless footballs, which he could provide for himself to train.

Therefore, Ye Chen's home does not have any football-related training facilities.

Not a single football.

Actually this is not surprising.

Ye Chen lives in a high-end apartment in the San Siro area, not a detached villa.

Some players live in villas with three or four acres of land, and build a small futsal field. In their spare time, they can play ball on the grass with family, friends, and even their own puppies.

But the apartment does not have such conditions. Even if it is a high-end apartment, it is impossible to set up a football field for you to play at home.

Ye Chen scratched his head, thinking that he would try again during the training before arriving at the training base tomorrow.

However, he always felt itchy.

He looked at an unopened roll of toilet paper on the table.

Otherwise, want to use him to try?

The toilet paper was wrapped in a thin plastic wrap that looked like it would fall apart easily.

Ye Chen found tape, wrapped it up, down, left, and right four or five times, and tied up the toilet roll.

Then place the roll like a soccer ball and start juggling!

Ye Chen was wearing flip flops, not soccer shoes, so it stands to reason that they are not very good at juggling the ball.

However, the first time the toilet roll finished the slipper surface, Ye Chen felt that there was something in his heart!

At that moment, the falling roll of paper was lightly bounced up like a football!

Da, da, da, da, da!

The football rolls up and down, and the sound of tape rubbing against the shoe surface is regular and rhythmic, and it can't be seen that it is a roll of toilet paper.

"Hahaha, interesting!"

Ye Chen became more and more excited. He used his feet for three or four hundred times in a row, and then he pushed the ball a little harder with his toes.

Although toilet roll paper is wrapped with tape, it will not spread out, but its shape is still a regular cylinder.

Compared with the sphere of a football, the roll of a cylinder has sharper boundaries at the upper and lower ends.

Once the sharp boundary comes into contact with the instep, an irregular rebound force will be generated, and it will bounce off!

But the rolled paper was like a perfectly round sphere under Ye Chen's feet. No matter where any part touched the instep, it could bounce steadily, without any sign of being about to bounce off.

This is naturally due to the fact that after Ye Chen's dribbling was upgraded to 105, he has the best ball feel in world football, and he can always find the most suitable time to touch the ball!

Ye Chen was shaking vigorously, when there was a banging sound from outside the door.

Don't think about it, it must be Barrera who came to visit!

This kid, when others come to Ye Chen's house, they always ring the doorbell politely, but Barrera never sees out, and is used to banging on the door with his fist.

"Ye Chen, open the door, I bought something, open the door!"

Barrera's rough voice came.

Ye Chen Dian toilet roll was happy, he didn't want to stop, so he opened the door while shaking it.

"Hey, I went to the Chinese supermarket to buy the eggs and noodles you wanted. Let's eat egg burritos tonight... Uh, why are you juggling the ball at home??"

Barrera stood curiously at the door, carrying a plastic strap.

But in the next second, he discovered the clue.

What Ye Chen beats is not a football, but a bucket of toilet rolls!

"Hey, you still have some talent, you want to learn from those Internet celebrities who juggle balls!"

Barrera walked in with a smile, put the eggs and flour in the bag on the dining table, and looked at Ye Chendian toilet roll with interest.

The main midfielder of the Italian national team, usually on the court, also likes to play some unconventional juggling moves, such as scorpion tail-wagging passes, heel knocking, etc. The ball feel is first-class.

So I'm quite interested in Ye Chendian's toilet roll action.

"Okay, okay, the ball feels good, at least dozens of bumps, you can do it!"

Ye Chen rolled his eyes at him,

"I've turned more than 600 times, and you didn't see it!"

"More than 600, you are bragging!"

Barrera pouted.

Toilet roll is not a football, is it so easy?

As a professional player, if you want to talk about juggling, if you don't play fancy juggling, you can just do it so honestly. As long as you don't feel tired, it's no problem to play thousands of balls in one breath.

But if it is said that the flipped paper can be hundreds, Barrera feels that Ye Chen is bragging.

Do you really think that I have never played tennis with oranges?

Although the tennis ball is small, it is still a sphere, and it is easier to handle than this cylinder.

"Okay, then I'll start counting now, show me five hundred counts!" Barrera disagreed, and took out his phone to record Ye Chen.

Ye Chen kicked the toilet roll onto the sofa.

"No more, no difficulty, no fun!"

Barrera raised his middle finger at Ye Chen with a look of disdain.

"You just pretend to be you, I knew you would be less than a hundred times!"

He took out the flour and eggs from the bag, "Yesterday you said you wanted to make me Chinese gourmet egg-filled pancakes, and I brought you everything, how do you do it? It's delicious. Is it delicious with hot pot? "

Seeing the egg that Barrera took out, Ye Chen rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh!

"Bring me this egg!"

"Here, I bought them from Chinese supermarkets."

Barrera handed Ye Chen an egg.

Just as he was sitting at the dining table, frowning, looking at the Chinese study on the flour sack, a strange voice rang in his ears.

It was a slight, but very clear sound.

Barrera turned his head to look, and was stunned for an instant!

"Ah—what are you doing!"

An egg was bouncing up, falling down, bouncing up, and falling down rhythmically on Ye Chen's raised feet back and forth...

Ye Chen was actually shaking eggs!

The fragile egg shell came into contact with the surface of Ye Chen's slippers, making a sound that was about to shatter, but did not shatter.

Because every time the egg falls, Ye Chen doesn't directly give it a counter force to bounce it up, like flipping a toilet roll.

This kind of kick is fine for toilet paper and football, but for eggs, it will undoubtedly smash its thin egg shell!

I saw that when the egg fell, Ye Chen's insteps pressed down along the vertical direction of the egg's fall at the same time, which acted as a cushion to hold the egg, and then lifted it lightly, throwing the egg to a position high on his chest.

The fragile egg, under Ye Chen's feet, is as obedient as an ordinary football!

This set of movements is so smooth that it looks like it has been practiced for many years.

It doesn't look like playing with a ball, but it looks like superb acrobatics!

Barrera watched with horror!

He was afraid that Ye Chen would kick the egg into pieces if he was not careful.

It's not that I feel sorry for the money of this egg. This amount of money is nothing to a player like them.

But Barrera was extremely nervous, as if the egg was a bomb, which might blow up at any time, and a foot of egg liquid would be blown out!

"Fuck, be careful, be careful, don't break it!"

"Slow down, slow down, you're crazy, you're so awesome, how did you do it?"

"I'll videotape it for you, you persevere, you're awesome!"

Varela quickly took out his mobile phone, opened his backstage homepage of the social software, squatted on the ground, approached Ye Chen, and carefully recorded Ye Chen.

Ye Chen glanced at Barrera's trembling hand, "Stay away from me, don't beat eggs with your phone!"

……

"998,999,1000!"

As Ye Chen beat the eggs to 1000, Barrera tapped the stop button with trembling fingers, ending the 10-minute video.

Ye Chen was also tired. He held the egg in his hand and put it on the table to rest.

Barrera snatched Ye Chen's egg, looked left and right, and shook it up and down twice.

Then slap it on the table!

Haw!

The light yellow egg liquid splashed all over his chest!

"Wori, it's really an egg, a real egg!"

Varela glanced at Ye Chen with the eyes of an alien, and then immediately uploaded his video to social software. In the dynamics, he @Bastoni, Lukaku, Lautaro, etc. have a good relationship teammates.

[Oh my God, I witnessed a miracle, come and see, Ye Chen actually turned the egg again! 】