He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 397 Young Master Mang's Talents Are Fully Displayed, Dai Lulu Breathes Frequently

Milia took the football and nervously looked at everyone.

"Then I'll give it a try. I don't think I have much talent."

Milia tossed the ball into the air, then stiffly kicked it with her bare feet, and the ball stuck to the back of her foot without any doubt.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Maybe I should just forget about it. Why don't you call Tongtongtong over? He's not clingy."

"His impact was too great; I'm afraid it would kill an Earthling. Get a pair of shoes and try it again."

They also had the cat staff bring them a pair of shoes.

Milia squeezed her feet into the cat-paw-shaped shoes.

She tossed the ball up again and gently kicked it with the back of her foot.

Young Master Mang exclaimed, "Wearing shoes really makes a difference; the ball definitely didn't stick to the instep."

"Because it didn't even touch the ball!"

The ball grazed Milia's foot, fell to the ground, and bounced up again.

Milia tried to kick the ball again, but missed again.

The ball bounces up after it falls.

Milia tried to kick again, but missed.

The ball's trajectory was as precise as if it had been calculated. It seemed to fall and bounce naturally, but it always managed to nimbly avoid Milia's feet, much like an elegant swordsman.

This continued until the ball came to a complete stop on the ground, but Milia had not managed to kick it even once.

Milia, panting heavily, leaned on her knees: "This is too difficult. This is not a task that slimes can complete at all. Can an Earthling really juggle more than eight thousand of them?"

Li Ji picked up the soccer ball: "I've said it before, this isn't as easy as everyone thinks. That guy who can juggle eight thousand times is just a semi-professional player in China. The gap between him and the world's number one team is enormous. Not to mention compared to the contemporary soccer king, Manelli."

"Then let the Star King take on the challenge."

Young Master Mang assumed a horse stance, his eyes resolute: "Li Ji, serve."

"You're so serious."

The Second Young Master Mang said in a heavy tone, "After all, this is the only thing I have talent for in my incompetent life. I must hold on to it firmly. I don't want to be a good-for-nothing second-generation heir in other people's eyes anymore. Li Ji, serve!"

"I don't understand what's so exciting about you, but it's really exciting! Well then, I'll lend you a hand, Interstellar King of Balls, catch!"

Li Ji tossed the ball toward Mang Ershao, and everyone watched as the football drew a beautiful parabola in the air.

Young Master Mang lowered his body, poised to strike.

His eyes were fixed on the falling soccer ball, which blocked the sunlight and fell towards him as a dark shadow.

"This isn't a football, it's just the inferiority complex that's been blocking my path in life for 30 years. Let me kick it away!"

Young Master Mang swung his right foot.

There was a loud "thump".

The soccer ball slammed squarely into the head of the young master, bounced off the ground and rolled far away, leaving the young master frozen in place with his foot raised.

"Hahaha!"

Delulu laughed until tears streamed down her face, rolling around on the grass.

"Hahaha! Let me kick it away, meow! Hahaha! Interstellar King of Balls, catch, meow! Hahaha!"

Delulu's high-pitched imitation made Shark and Milia laugh.

Even Lee Ki was about to lose his composure, often bursting out laughing as he spoke.

"Sorry, pfft—that, pfft—I didn't mean to, I was just too excited and it slipped, pfft—a little crooked."

Mang Ershao silently walked to the football.

"It's alright. How can one realize their talent without encountering setbacks? Let them laugh. There's always ridicule and mockery on the road to success. I'm used to it."

Looking at the dejected figure of the Second Young Master Mang, Li Ji couldn't help but feel a deep sense of respect.

Young Master Mang shouted, "As the saying goes, success is the grandfather of failure." "That's pure fabrication," someone replied.

"Awoo awoo woo~"

"What are you talking about?"

Li Ji looked at the Second Young Master Mang with surprise as he turned around. The other man had a soccer ball in his mouth, and saliva was dripping down his chin.

Everyone looked disgusted.

"Why don't you just start?"

"Aww!"

Young Master Mang released his grip, and the football fell freely. He gently hooked the instep of his foot, sending the ball bouncing more than ten meters into the air.

Shark Baby looked up at the high-bouncing soccer ball: "Wow, it's so high. It's just a little shorter than me."

What are you so proud of?!

Li Ji analyzed, "Jumping the ball too high is actually bad, because the speed and force of the fall will be too great, which will increase the risk of losing control when hitting the ball again."

"Moreover, this time the football was not only high, but also several meters off in horizontal position. Young Master Mang Er Shao had to run over to receive the ball, which greatly increased the difficulty of adjusting his movements and posed a considerable challenge to his body coordination."

"I estimate that the ball will only fly further the second time you kick it. It's almost impossible to get a decent juggling touch on it."

"But for a first time juggling the ball, it's pretty good to be able to do this well. We can't be too demanding."

Dailulu squatted on the ground, propped her chin on her hand, and said casually, "His skill level doesn't seem that great, not as good as yours, meow."

“I’ve played football, he’s a beginner.”

As soon as he started running, the Second Young Master Mang hurriedly ran towards the ball. His true colors were revealed as he ran, his body unconsciously bending into a "厂" shape, and his arms swinging wildly as if they were broken.

He had no time to think about anything else; all he could see was football.

As the football fell rapidly, the young master swung his right leg violently.

Li Ji couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Based on his experience, the higher the ball falls and the faster it travels, the less force you should kick it. Otherwise, the collision of two powerful forces will only make the ball fly further and get out of control.

When facing this type of ball, professional players need to gently push down on their feet when the ball touches the instep to absorb the force and thus maintain control of the ball to the greatest extent possible.

Young Master Mang's legs are swinging 160 degrees, that definitely won't work.

Suddenly, the young master Mang Er kicked the soccer ball with his right leg.

A crisp "click!" sound.

The football bounced gently upwards, reaching only to the height of Young Master Mang's chest.

As the football fell, Mang Ershao kicked it again with the instep of his foot. The ball continued to move in the same way, reaching Mang Ershao's chest height without any deviation.

The young master Mang Er Shao actually started juggling the ball with ease, and the ball was always in the correct position, just like a professional player who had been trained for a long time.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Ji couldn't believe what had just happened. His opponent had clearly swung his leg dramatically, which should have put a lot of force on the ball, but the ball only bounced up lightly, as if no force had been applied.

You have to understand that when a ball falls from a height of more than ten meters, its trajectory becomes very unpredictable even after it hits the ground, let alone a powerful flying kick.

This is simply antiphysics.

Young Master Mang kept juggling the ball, excitedly shouting, "Li Ji, is my technique correct?"

"Standard, very standard."

"You're right, I really am a football genius. You have a good eye for talent! If I had met you earlier, I wouldn't have wasted so many years."

"It's not too late to meet now."

After all, the Li Ji we met earlier wouldn't be the Li Ji we know today.

While everyone was marveling at the scene, only Delulu was standing to the side, scratching her head and panting heavily.

"Damn it, how can he really meow?"

(End of this chapter)