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

Chapter 417 Li Ji faces a four-on-one situation and is in dire straits.

Royals goalkeeper Coutinho watched as the ball, with its strange arc, flew toward him.

He quickly ran backward, trying to get back to the goal line.

Although the ball's speed and trajectory were tricky, he was still confident he could save it.

Unexpectedly, when the ball was halfway through its flight, it suddenly plummeted in mid-air, catching him completely off guard.

He quickly shifted his weight and leaped high, but the soccer ball just grazed his fingers.

"It's over!"

Kudo felt a thud in his heart.

"That sound is quite realistic."

Boos came from behind him.

He stood up in despair; this was the second time he had been relegated to the background.

The main protagonist of the match was actually a semi-professional team that sold hamburgers.

Having just been named the world's best goalkeeper, he is now suffering such humiliation, which is a disgrace to the club.

He stood up and saw his teammates encouraging him: "Well done!"

He couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat: "They're such a good group of people. I'll definitely live up to your expectations for the next goal."

He picked up the ball that the caddie behind him threw and tossed it into the frontcourt.

Manelli, bewildered, grabbed the ball and yelled at him, "What are you doing? It's a goal kick!"

Kudo was stunned: "Goal kick? That ball definitely went in! Did it hit the post?"

Just as he was wondering what was going on, the four-legged crawling monster slunk away behind him.

"When did this guy appear behind me?"

As Shark returned to his half, Delulu yelled, "Are you crazy, meow! That ball was about to go in, what were you doing, meow?"

Shark laughed awkwardly, scratching his head sheepishly, "I thought you passed it on to me."

"That ball was almost in the corner of the goal, how could it have been passed to you, meow?"

"It was just in time for me to run over there, and I was in a comfortable position to receive the ball. I don't really trust the class monitor's amazing passing skills."

Upon hearing this, Dailu couldn't help but smile, her mouth instantly forming a gentle little "w".

"This won't happen again, meow. I'll pass you a good ball later, meow. But this one, it's really not for you, meow!"

Following the direction of Delulu's finger, the stadium's large screen was playing a video of Shark's incredible feat.

Just as Dailulu was about to shoot, Shark suddenly accelerated past the defense and charged straight into the penalty area.

The football flew over goalkeeper Cudo's head and headed straight for the top right corner of the goal.

Suddenly, Shark appeared, jumped high, and headbutted the ball, sending it flying to the sixth-floor window of a residential building outside the stadium.

The onlookers caught the ball steadily: "You can even do that here? I didn't even buy a ticket, and I got a football for free."

Faced with Shark's inexplicable behavior, the entire audience booed.

The commentator also condemned, "This player is far too selfish. He ruined a sure goal for his teammate for his own benefit. I almost suspect he's a mole. I suggest a thorough investigation after the match to see if he received any bribes from the Royals. Why do I sound like the Royals are a weak team?"

"That was such a pity. Hamburg's Steve, surrounded by three defenders, unleashed a near-perfect outside-of-the-foot dipping shot."

"Not only does it have a bizarre, curved arc like a crescent moon, but it also drops suddenly. It's almost impossible to kick a ball like that. Steve must have been stunned. He himself would probably be surprised at how he could have kicked such a good ball."

Listening to the monitor in her earpiece, Dailulu burst out, "You amateur commentator, what do you know, meow! This is technique, technique, meow!"

The commentator continued, "The situation for Royals is indeed not optimistic. They've been easily attacked in the goal, and the match looks evenly matched. Hopefully, Royals can find a way out."

Royal team launched another attack, and within ten minutes they took 11 shots, all of which were blocked by Lee Ki with various contorted movements.

Manelli and his teammates felt a little intimidated as they looked at the languid black man in front of the goal.

"This guy is too weird."

"They're not even human." "What should we do?"

Manelli made up his mind and said, "Use the wolf pack tactic."

The game continued, and Romagnoli's pass once again pierced the defense.

This time, it wasn't just Manelli who crossed the line together, but four people.

Manelli receives the ball, and there are three players on his side who can provide support.

Lee Ki and his goal were like prey surrounded by a pack of wolves.

He had a bad feeling.

The distance between the four people was kept very subtle, with each group of three forming a triangle.

In football philosophy, there is a concept called the "passing triangle," which refers to the fact that when players form a triangle on the field, they can pass the ball infinitely between the three players.

The opposing team had clearly formed several passing triangles.

This doesn't look like he's about to shoot; it looks like he's about to pass the ball.

Li Ji thought of the passing drills he had done in college physical education class.

A group of people form a circle, and one person tries to catch the ball in the middle. The others pass the ball back and forth, making the person in the middle run around in circles.

This game is also known as "monkey trickery".

Now Li Ji has become the monkey they want to play with.

The four of them played passing drills in front of the goal, forcing Lee Ki to keep moving his position.

As the ball moves faster than the player, Li Ji's openings become increasingly wider.

The four people worked in an orderly manner, constantly changing positions to avoid overstepping boundaries.

Li Ji felt like a dog being teased and made to run around aimlessly.

He desperately wanted the other person to shoot.

"Where are my teammates? Come on up here right now!"

He spared one eye to look at the scene before him.

Dailulu, Mang Ershao, and Shabao stood near the halfway line and kept waving at him.

"I'm getting beaten to a pulp, and you guys are still asking for the ball? Shaq, you're a guard! Why aren't you back on defense?!"

The other midfielders were also standing in midfield waiting, not even looking at the goal, but chatting with their arms around each other.

In fact, they entered this state just 5 minutes after the start of the game. In this battle between the strongest player on the field and the alien, they quickly found their place: to go on the field to watch the game, to meet their idols in person, and to create a festive atmosphere for their teammates.

And the defenders that Li Ji relies on most are even more unbearable to look at.

After taking three steps, Little John stopped, panting.

Lee Ki remembered that before Romani passed the ball, John was already panting with his chin resting on his hand, but seeing his face as red as a pig's liver, it was a miracle he wasn't dead on the field.

Milia even stood still and started dancing a cheering dance.

She jumped around like a cheerleader, occasionally giving herself a cute wink.

"Go Lee Ki! Go Lee Ki!"

She trusted Lee Ki so much that she didn't feel the need to get back on defense. After Lee Ki's seventh save, she had already switched to cheerleader mode. Lee Ki just didn't notice.

"What are you guys doing here? You're a bunch of useless bastards."

Finally, under the enemy's wolf pack tactics, Li Ji finally revealed a weakness.

Manelli took a shot, and the ball flew low to the ground towards the bottom left corner of the goal.

At this time, Li Ji was still 8 meters away from it.

He sprang out like a spring, but still couldn't catch up; the football was still a hand's breadth away from him.

(End of this chapter)