Chapter 3
Chelsea U18's substitute goalkeeper Wood Leicester is a genuine Englishman. Last year, he started to act weird after he found out that he was replaced by Zhou Liran, the second substitute goalkeeper, who is also a Chinese player.
Although Zhou Liran was too disdainful to bother with these little brats, he also hated this kind of trouble that would continue to exist if it was not resolved.
So when Wood Lester stood in front of him with his arms folded and looked sarcastic after the training for the first time, Zhou Liran directly dragged Wood Lester to the head coach Ben Warren and asked the head coach to give Wood a chance.
"I know my talent is not as good as Wood's, so coach, I think you should let Wood come..."
That day, Zhou Liran was interrupted by Coach Ben before he could finish his words. Coach Ben asked him to go home early and kept Wood Lester.
Zhou Liran didn't know what the two of them talked about, but Wood Lester didn't dare to do anything in front of him after that.
This was a victory of a despicable adult over a sixteen-year-old boy. He did not feel complacent, but he did not feel bad about it either. Because he knew very well that if he was not Chinese, Wood would not have come to him and complained after the head coach had announced the result.
If this happened in America, he would definitely complain that Wood was discriminating against him.
Because he was unhappy and didn't even have the idea of continuing to befriend Wood Lester, Zhou Liran left the team that day without leaving any dignity or room for recovery. But... from then on, this kid actually believed from the bottom of his heart that Zhou Liran was a good person, just because he acknowledged his talent in front of the coach and suggested that the coach consider him...
It's outrageous, but this guy actually thinks so.
Just like now, the competition is about to begin and the opponent is still greeting him with a smile, not knowing that he is trusted at all. Zhou Liran, who is just a teenager, stands in front of the goal and puts on his gloves little by little, with only one thought in his mind: win.
When the competition started, both sides played very fiercely. Zhou Liran's eyes did not fall on his teammates, but were always glued to the black and white football.
The forwards fully implemented the requirements of head coach Ben Valencia and shot directly if they had the chance after getting the ball. If you do this, although the quality of the shot is not high, the quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change. After a few more times, there will naturally be one shot that will fly directly over their goalkeeper and into the net.
The striker of Team A, where Zhou Liran was, successfully sent the ball into the goal guarded by Wood Lester after two shots.
Team B has the ball.
Zhou Liran, who had just easily blocked a goal from the opponent, looked up at the football flying towards the upper left corner of the goal. Although he knew that he could not stop the ball, his body had already reacted before his brain. He stood up on the spot and stretched his arms to reach the football, trying to add a little force to the football to change its trajectory.
Head coach Ben Warren stood at the side of the court with his arms folded, his eyes fell on Zhou Liran, and he couldn't help but think it was a pity: it was still because he lacked talent and reaction speed. If it was Wood Leicester in excellent condition, this football in the blind spot might have been blocked.
Unfortunately, Zhou Liran has a good character and is very hardworking. Although he is not talkative, he is kind-hearted and is recognized as a good guy in the team. If his talent is just a little bit better, Ben Valencia would recommend Zhou Liran to the home team as a substitute for Cech... Huh?
Hmmmm? ! ! !
Ben Valen's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at the football in Zhou Liran's arms: What is going on? He was just distracted for a few seconds, and the football was already in Zhou Liran's arms? How did the football end up in Zhou Liran’s arms? !
The head coach was confused, and Zhou Liran was also very bewildered when he threw the ball out to kick off: just now, his fingers just touched the ball, and he thought the ball would "brush past" his fingertips and fly into the net, but the next moment the ball fell directly into his arms. Zhou Liran quickly reached out to hug the ball, and he was completely stunned: What happened just now?
[Host, even if our system is powerful, an inanimate object like a football cannot talk to the host after it is bound to a romantic relationship with the host. Although the SSR card is more powerful, it cannot allow the football to communicate with the host or say sweet words to the host. It can only play the useless function of throwing itself into the host's arms. 】
[Host, 33 still recommends that you establish a romantic relationship with a human.]
Zhou Liran pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper palate, his chin slightly raised, his eyes showing an especially obvious smile because of this unexpected surprise, 'Ah, it's really useless, you can only have one love partner? '
[Of course not!] 】
【Host! The goal of our love system is to give every love partner a home! After the host has established a romantic relationship with this football, he can then establish romantic relationships with other people! 】
[Host, do you want to bind again now? 】
'Wait a few hours, and keep quiet in the meantime, okay? '
[Okay, host!] 】
Zhou Liran felt that he could hardly hide his smile.
In the following time, Zhou Liran successfully hugged every football that was kicked towards the goal by the opposing players. As long as he reacted in time when the opposing players shot and let his hand touch the football, the football would flow into his arms very smoothly.
In ninety minutes, Zhou Liran kept the opponent scoreless for the first time in an intra-team match and hugged the ball ten times throughout the game.
Head coach Ben Warren blew the whistle to end the game, then rushed onto the court excitedly, hugged Zhou Li and patted his back hard, his mouth almost grinning behind his ears.
"Good, good, good! Endrit, you finally got it! That's great! It's not too late!"
Zhou Liran pursed his lips and smiled modestly.
Ben Valen was still excited and did not immediately announce the disbandment. Instead, he let the striker of Team A continue shooting at the goal.
Zhou Liran played steadily and still held the football firmly.
"Okay, okay, Ritt," Coach Ben called Zhou Liran affectionately, "Now let's increase the difficulty and practice the follow-up shot."
It is difficult to simulate the follow-up shot in an official match directly in training, but practice is necessary, so their team usually uses two footballs, one in front and one behind, with a few dozen seconds in between, and two players shoot towards the goal from the left and right. If the goalkeeper can save both balls, it means that he has an 80 percent chance of successfully defending the goal when facing a follow-up shot.
The new football was quickly brought up, and Zhou Liran's eyes fell on the football, '33, and formed a romantic relationship with this new football. '
【Host……】
'Please, I'm sure. '
【Binding successful】
'Thanks. '
This thank you was very sincere, because Zhou Liran did not expect that this love system could actually make the football throw itself into his arms: Although it sounds and sounds weird to say it, but - letting the football throw itself into his arms is really great!
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