Chapter 19 Football 19 I Want to Play Striker
"Weren't the previous tactics working well? Why change them?"
"The past is the past. Now that we have Suoh's addition, we might be able to win directly to the end."
"I've seen Suoh's physical exam results. Whether it's jumping ability, physical fitness, or speed and explosiveness, he's number one in Team Z. He's the undisputed champion for the forward position."
"If he's that good, he should be able to score goals no matter where he's placed."
An unprecedented argument broke out in the cramped lounge.
"Kazu—"
The door to the lounge was opened.
Those inside turned their attention to Suoh Hyo-ki, who had just opened the door.
Suoh Hyo-hee stood at the doorway, his posture as upright and strong as a pine tree, exuding a cold and aloof aura that kept people at a distance. His stern face was devoid of any superfluous expression, like the surface of a frozen lake, calm and profound.
"I'll play as the striker."
Suoh Hyo-hee's tone revealed an unquestionable authority and confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire space seemed to freeze, and everyone present was struck by an invisible force, their astonishment evident.
The false and friendly atmosphere was instantly torn apart. The friendly exchange just now was nothing but superficial politeness, while selfish desires were secretly flowing in their hearts.
I want to play striker.
Everyone thinks this way, but no one says it out loud.
The brown-haired, squinty-eyed Kujo immediately chimed in, "I agree. Suoh is quite strong and will definitely bring us victory."
Izumi lowered his voice and said softly, "Then the previous tactics will work, right?"
Upon hearing this, Yuta Imamura immediately nodded vigorously, his voice full of agreement: "That's right, that's right! That 'it's my turn to be a striker' tactic was so good, everyone got to play striker fairly."
Suoh Hyo-hee leaned against the door frame with an upright posture, his emerald green eyes seemingly able to see into people's hearts.
"So, does your so-called 'fairness' mean ignoring the difference in strength between opponents in the arena, or even sacrificing the team's chances of winning?"
“In the match against you, players who should have been the sharpest weapons on the front line were forced into other positions. In my opinion, this is not only a waste of individual talent, but also a departure from the team's goals.”
The emerald green eyes scanned the room before finally settling on Kunishin Rensuke.
"You can't win if you let your own selfish desires override the team."
Raishi Jingo scoffed, "This is the Blue Prison of Selfishness. If you want to play house, this isn't the place for you."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Just then, Jie Shiyi's voice, tinged with embarrassment and helplessness, broke in.
"Uh... I know you really want to play striker, but could you let us in first?"
Standing behind Suoh Hyo-hee, Jessie, Bee, and Senkiri Hyo-ma looked up at him helplessly.
Seeing this, Suoh Hyo-hee immediately stepped aside to make way, allowing the three people at the door to enter the lounge smoothly.
“I agree.” After entering the lounge, Senkiri Hyoma sat in the corner and said with a gloomy expression, “I agree to let Suoh play as the striker.”
He didn't care about winning or losing; he just wanted to end his passion for football as soon as possible.
Suoh Hyo-ki was indeed someone he cared about a lot.
While paying attention to Amano Minaka, one can't help but recognize the faces of the people around him. Suoh Koki is the one who is always next to Amano Minaka.
Senkichi Hyoma wanted to see the strength of Suoh Kōki, who was called "King".
He knew that Suoh Koki had not used his full strength, since Suoh Koki's weapon had not yet been used.
The score is now 3 to 1.
Wang Xiaoxi received three votes, while the others abandoned their previous tactics and each cast a vote for themselves.
They are all outstanding forwards who were called up, and they have their own pride and self-respect. Of course, they will not waver in their decision based on just a few words.
"On what grounds?"
"Everyone wants to play striker."
"You make it sound so nice, but isn't he still in Building 5 just like us?"
Suoh Hyo-hee turned around, casually brushing aside a stray strand of hair, "The rankings are fake."
"Huh? The ranking is fake? Doesn't that mean my strength is actually higher than that number?"
Raishi Jingo patted the ranking badge on his arm, waving his arm excitedly, extremely happy.
Suwang Hyo-hee sat down impatiently. He couldn't understand why the person in front of him still didn't seem to understand, even though he had explained things so clearly.
"The rankings are fake, but your strength is real."
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"They are really weak."
"All you need to do is keep passing the ball to me."
Suoh Hyoki's emerald eyes, like a deep forest, relentlessly locked onto them, as if a hungry beast were silently approaching its prey, preparing to launch a fatal attack in the deadly silence.
"Only by believing in me can we win in the end."
"ha?!"
Raishi Jingo strode menacingly toward Suoh Koki, revealing sharp, shark-like teeth and his eyes filled with ferocity.
Suoh Hyo-hee met his gaze and coldly replied, "Did I say something wrong?"
Suoh Koki's nonchalant attitude enraged Raichi Jingo. "You brat!" he shouted, grabbing Suoh Koki's collar with both hands and trying to lift him up with brute force.
However, Wang Xiaoxi is 1.92 meters tall, which is half a head taller than Lei Shijinwu, who is 1.82 meters tall.
This made his strength seem so insignificant in front of Suoh Hyoki.
Kuwon She hurriedly intervened, stopping them from getting any closer.
"Stop, you two! The competition is about to start, and you don't want to get injured and be unable to participate because of this, do you? Or do you want to be put in solitary confinement?"
"Besides, as everyone saw, right? The rankings just announced show that Team W won two consecutive games and scored 17 points."
After forcefully separating Suoh Hyoki and Raichi Jingo, Kuon Wataru turned to the others and said, "We'll have to face Team W sooner or later. With our current strength, we can only bring Team W another 11-0."
"Therefore, we need to familiarize ourselves with Suoh's playing style as soon as possible and establish a strategy of fighting around Suoh."
A moment of silence.
"Ah, what a serious scene."
The brown-haired boy, Cheng Zaochao, tried to ease the atmosphere, saying, "After all, none of us really know Suga, and a few words won't make us instantly familiar with Suga's playing style."
"How about we draw lots? It's fair and just. If Suoh doesn't get the striker position, that's fine too. If we really can't win, we can just give him the striker position."
"As Jiuyuan just said, Suoh is very strong, so it wouldn't hurt for him to give us a little leeway, right?"
Naruho Asahi smiled and looked at Suoh Kōki, receiving a nod in response. He then looked at everyone.
"How about it?"
Most people nodded, while a small number remained silent.
The minority must submit to the majority.
"Let's begin!"
Cheng Zao Chao Ri took out slips of paper, wrote the players' positions on them, and then shuffled them for his teammates to draw.
"Defender?! I don't want to play defender."
"Why am I still a security guard?!"
"Center forward, not bad."
The small lounge was suddenly filled with a noisy din of birds and pigeons.
Wow! Jie is a forward!
"Feng Lehui grasped Jie Shiyi's hand, then raised it in a winning gesture."
All eyes turned to him, and Jie Shiyi became the center of attention. He was a little uncomfortable with the intense gazes and awkwardly scratched his face, then turned his gaze to Suoh Hyo-hee.
He saw that Suoh Hyo-hee was staring straight at him, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
“I will always be watching over you, Jie Shiyi.”
The words, spoken like those of a demon, sent a chill down Jie Shiyi's spine.
"Where is King Sumeru?"
Asahi looked at Suoh Hyoki, his brown eyes filled with anticipation.
"Winger".
"That's not bad either!"
Asahi gently patted his shoulder, "You're luckier than me, I'm a defender, so please take good care of me, Suoh."
"……Um"
Suoh Hyo-ki neatly tied his shoelaces, walked out the door, and turned back to whisper to Naruho Asahi, "I'm leaving."
"good."
Cheng Zao Chao Ri nodded and followed in Suō Hyōki's footsteps.
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