"Let the foreign aid lie down for a few months? If the football club loses the ga, won’t the principal give you a hard ti?" Xu Feibai laughed, although he said that, there wasn’t a trace of worry on his face.
Lin Tian’s gaze swept across the team on the opposite side, his expression indifferent: "If a team can only compete by relying on foreign aid, then there’s no difference between them and trash. Such a team might as well lose. Going up is just an insult to the sport of football."
Having foreign aid is not unusual. Even top teams in the world have foreign aid, but in strong football teams, the foreign aid is there to fill a particular position, and the abilities of the team’s own players aren’t lacking, with little difference from the foreign aid, or even surpassing them.
However, so teams revolve entirely around foreign aid, and the local players act as assistants and supporting roles, which is, frankly, quite pitiful.
"Alright, I think so too. It’s rare for us to agree," Xu Feibai shrugged, looking like heroes appreciating each other’s viewpoints.
"You don’t even have a referee, what’s the point of playing?" A boy off the field shouted loudly.
"Who needs a referee? Hat-trick, the score looks like a basketball ga, end the ga early, who has ti to waste with you," the captain shouted arrogantly.
Lin Tian and Xu Feibai, both playing as forwards, stood in the most forward position. Hearing Captain Huang Biao say that, the two exchanged a glance and smiled. No referee was best, they thought.
"You guys kick off, lest you say we’re bullying you with our size. Also, pick whichever ball you like, so you won’t bla it on the ball when you lose," the foreign aid captain said, sounding magnanimous, but actually full of scorn.
Xu Feibai waved to his classmates on the sidelines, and a soccer ball was tossed in. Xu Feibai raised his foot, and stepped on it accurately.
"Can we start now? We need to finish this and get back to class," Lin Tian said casually.
"Oh, soone’s eager to get beaten. Don’t worry, we’ll oblige you; you’ll be back to class soon, no delay in your lessons," the foreign aid captain mocked, and the other team mbers laughed wantonly.
"Go Lin Tian!" Xiao Manxuan, who couldn’t stand others being arrogant in front of Lin Tian, shouted loudly to cheer him on.
As the newly titled campus goddess, her call had strong influence. As soon as she cheered, the boys around joined in, many of whom were Lin Tian fans to begin with.
The girls, not to ntion, many openly or secretly admired Lin Tian, and started cheering for him without needing any organization. In no ti, everyone was rooting for Lin Tian.
This sudden situation startled the foreign players. They thought to themselves that they were the stronger side, shouldn’t the students idolize them instead?
"Quit daydreaming, I’m about to kick off," Xu Feibai wasn’t affected by the cheers and instead reminded the daydreaming foreign aid captain.
Being reminded by an "outsider," the foreign aid captain’s face turned red, but his eyes beca even darker. He waved at Lin Tian and Xu Feibai, aning for them to bring it on.
Xu Feibai shook his head sympathetically, nudged the ball towards Lin Tian, who raised his foot and stopped the ball. At the sa mont, the foreign aid captain moved, suddenly charging towards Lin Tian, intending not just to steal the ball but to knock Lin Tian flying.
Lin Tian stood there, holding the ball, motionless, as if intimidated by his montum. Ning Wenbin, playing on the wing not far away, waved frantically for Lin Tian to pass the ball out, but Lin Tian ignored him.
The foreign aid captain charged up, swept a foot towards the ball, and anwhile, intentionally or not, bumped his shoulder against Lin Tian.
Football has never been a graceful sport; on the contrary, it’s quite ruthless. While stealing the ball, body collisions are also a contest of strength. Experienced players can do it subtly so the referee won’t notice.
Especially in this match without a referee, as long as it isn’t too blatant, the foreign aid captain wasn’t worried about anyone saying anything. He clearly wanted to make Lin Tian look bad.
"Down you go!" The foreign aid captain sneered maliciously at Lin Tian.
But then he felt his eyes blur, and Lin Tian disappeared. Whether it was stealing or bumping, it was all in vain. The foreign aid captain stumbled, almost fell, and then steadied himself to see Lin Tian standing several paces away, with a faint, indifferent smile on his face.
Not far off, Ning Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, shouting, "Scared the hell out of ." The girls outside cheered and applauded.
"Next ti, make sure you see the ball before you kick," Lin Tian said casually, then turned and advanced with the ball towards the opposing goal.
The foreign aid captain, feeling awkward, shouted to his players, "What are you staring at? Stop him!"
His players, seeing the captain fail to intercept, snapped back to reality when he shouted, quickly rushing to block Lin Tian.
Lin Tian feinted left and right, bypassing one person, turned and accelerated, bypassing another, his speed and movent technique as breathtaking as a wave-rider light step, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"Damn, Brother Lin Tian must have practiced the wave-rider light step," Ning Wenbin muttered as he ran forward.
The foreign aid captain was anxious, running back faster, cursing loudly, "What the hell, so many people can’t even block a ball, useless!"
Yet the players were helpless; going up to block, tackling, couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes, let alone intercept the ball.
Through two layers of defense, Lin Tian charged straight through as if in an uninhabited realm, directly facing the goalkeeper in black.
"Lin Tian, shoot!" The crowd shouted excitedly.
The goalkeeper, shaken by Lin Tian’s incredible skill, crouched slightly, his eyes fixed on Lin Tian’s foot, yes, watching the foot, not the ball, to predict the shot direction early.
But Lin Tian wasn’t that complicated, simply raising his foot, striking powerfully, the ball soared straight at the goalkeeper. The goalkeeper in black was delighted, internally thinking, he only relied on speed while bypassing, still a rookie, can’t even shoot.
Thinking this, he reached out to catch the oncoming ball, but with a bang, the ball was caught, yet the goalkeeper’s face changed. The ball bounced off his hands, hitting his belly.
The black-shirted goalkeeper felt his stomach churning, accompanied by pain, unable to help but kneel, spewing up the lunch he had, mixed with beer and an unpleasant stench.
In the others’ eyes, he grabbed the ball and then quickly kneeled to press it, making everyone think he was just guarding the ball, but who knew how uncomfortable he was at that mont.
Lin Tian’s mouth curled into a slight smile, not even glancing, turned and walked back.
Ning Wenbin ran over, regretfully saying, "That was a powerful shot, too bad it hit the keeper straight on. If it had angled a bit, it would’ve scored."
Lin Tian spread his hands, looking both regretful and innocent: "Yeah, really a pity."
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