Bayern won the confidence of fans with a 7-0 game. With such a six-point lead, Bayern can't win the Bundesliga championship?

The outside world's doubts about Bayern also disappeared with this big victory.

After returning to Munich, Heinx took a rare day off.

Wang Qi did not give himself a holiday. After getting up in the morning, he went to the training base for training. The main content of the training was free kicks.

Free kicks have become one of the most important means of splitting in modern football, and almost every team has one or several free kick masters.

As a determined to become the world's top striker, Wang Qi certainly knows the importance of a free kick.

During his time in Fiorentina, his free kicks laid a solid foundation, but that was not enough. Only by continuous training can his skills become more and more exquisite.

Wang Qi sweated heavily in the bright sun.

"I knew you must be here!"

A shout from the sidelines interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the training ground. Wang Qi wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned around and asked, "What are you here to do?"

Mueller scolded, "Is this stadium your own? Can't I come?"

Without waiting for Wang Qi to respond, he continued: "Even if it's your personal, I will still come if I want to."

Wang Qi gave him a thumbs up and said, "You are awesome."

"Go and run a few laps first."

Wang Qi said to him.

Muller felt it made sense, so he started jogging slowly. After running a few steps, he felt strange. He immediately understood where this strange feeling came from and spat fiercely at the turf: "Bah! Do you think you are the coach..."

Muller came to the training ground, and of course Wang Qi could not train a free kick alone.

"A gamble."

Mueller wanted to add something to the training.

"How to bet? What to bet?"

"Ten goals, you have to score at least three more than me!"

Wang Qi thought for a while and replied, "Then you need to add a gatekeeper."

Mueller did not object: "Yes."

"As for what to bet? Then let's bet on lunch today."

Wang Qi did not object: "Are you going to be the first or I?"

Mueller immediately said, "I'll first!"

Wang Qi came to the goal.

Mueller's free kick skills were average, scoring four goals, three shots outside the goal frame, and three shots were held by Wang Qi.

The two changed positions, and Wang Qi scored seven goals, one was held by Mueller, one hit on the crossbar, and one hit outside the goal frame.

According to the bet, the two tied.

"what to do?"

Wang Qi looked regretful and didn't win. It seemed that he had to strengthen his free kick practice.

Muller was very grateful in his heart. Fortunately, his request was that this pervert would have to have three more, otherwise he would have lost.

"One-on-one, plus shot!"

Mueller makes new suggestions.

Wang Qi asked, "Is it the same as what I asked just now?"

Mueller pretended to be shy: "It's not good to do this..."

Seeing that Wang Qi was about to speak, he immediately said righteously: "Since you have made a request, how could I not be able to satisfy it! Just follow your request!"

After saying that, Muller waited for Wang Qi to despise him, but he did not wait for Wang Qi to despise him.

"Okay, do you come first, or I will come first!"

"For fairness to be visible, you choose this time."

fair?

Wang Qi's mouth gently raised up and refused to argue with him: "You'd better come first."

Muller took a football and was eager to try it out.

A one-on-one confrontation began. Mueller tried his best, but found it was very difficult for him to break through Wang Qi. All three goals came from his tackle shot at the last moment.

If there is a goalkeeper guarding the goal, it is difficult to get in such a shot.

"Come on! It's your turn!"

Muller spat at the turf and glared at Wang Qi in annoyance.

Wang Qi exhaled a long breath and rushed towards Muller with the football...

Unlike the tragic moment just now, Wang Qi easily threw Mueller behind him again and again with his own dribbling rhythm and line changes, as well as his powerful explosive power, and sent the football into the goal.

"Is it interesting? If you shoot like this, can you enter if you have a goalkeeper?"

After Wang Qi scored three goals in a row, Mueller gasped and looked at him with contempt.

"Shameless..."

Wang Qi couldn't help but complain, Thomas, how shameless can you be?

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Mueller's face, but his face immediately returned to normal, and he said earnestly: "I'm all for your own good. Why don't you understand my painstaking efforts?"

Wang Qi gave him a thumbs up: "Hao!"

Mueller was not ashamed, but proud: "Of course, my level must be high!"

"I'm talking about your shamelessness."

"Wang, it makes me sad that you say this. At worst, just wait and eat two less steaks."

"No, it's not certain who loses or wins."

The confrontation began again, Muller was ready, staring at Wang Qi who was approaching.

"You pulled me just now..."

"This is not a reasonable collision..."

"What else do you have besides pulling people?"

"Why doesn't this ball count? Is this shooting power not enough?"

Wang Qi's dissatisfied voices sounded from time to time on the training ground.

Mueller only said: "I am combining actual combat. This is how defense is in the game, and even has more methods than me!"

If he had to add another sentence, he would say: "Of course this ball doesn't count, the angle is not good, the goalkeeper can definitely hold it!"

Wang Qi could only give Mueller a thumbs up.

"I won!"

After Wang Qi finished the last time, he watched the football hit the Internet and exhaled heavily.

Mueller was about to say something and negate the ball, but Wang Qi immediately said: "Whether from the angle or strength, even if there is a goalkeeper, he can enter."

Mueller's shamelessness has reached a new height: "If Neuer is guarding the goal, this ball may not be able to be scored!"

Wang Qi was too lazy to argue with him. This kind of thing didn't happen, so who can make it clear?

"Wait for me!"

Seeing Wang Qi turn around and walk towards the locker room, Muller quickly followed.

"You win, don't be angry..."

"I won? I originally won! Why is I won? When I train in the future, don't make trouble!"

"What? Making trouble? God, why am I making trouble? I am afraid that you will be lonely alone, so I will accompany you."

"I don't need it!"

"How can you be like this? Isn't it just a lunch? Can't I just treat you?"

"Is this a lunch? You are so shameless!"

"Oh, God, how can you insult me ​​like this?"

Wang Qi stopped and Muller almost hit him.

"Okay, I forgive you. Let's go to the Hilton Hotel for lunch!"

Mueller cried out: "Why go to Hilton? Isn't the Caesar Hotel OK? The steak there is better than the Hilton!"
Chapter completed!