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

Chapter 447 It's Too Difficult for China to Enter the World Cup, Professor D Has No Hope
Professor D somersaulted over, sending a cool breeze across Biyangde's face.

"You have ADHD."

"Did you know that on the first day?"

"Just say what you have to say, don't act so big."

"My original plan was to refer to your grading and just give everyone the scores directly, so the students wouldn't have any objections. I was afraid that after seeing their poor performance, I would feel embarrassed to give them such high scores. Earth's motion is a very complex subject, with not only theoretical knowledge but also practical difficulties. Not to mention how varied and strange the rules of various Earth's motions are."

Biyangde raised his hand: "Wait a minute, don't just stay silent, tell me. Every discipline has a wealth of theoretical knowledge, so why is your Earth kinematics considered special?"

"Because it doesn't make sense. Earthlings like to use their feet to put a ball into a goal, that's called football. They also like to use their hands to put a ball into a tall basket, that's called basketball. They also like to use a racket to hit the ball over a net. The ball, racket, and net are different, and the names of the sports are different too. Isn't that strange?"

Biyangde nodded: "Strange, why bother with the ball?"

"That's not the point. Every branch of sports has a mature training system and tactical system, which can't be learned all at once. People on Earth often have to practice from a young age and go through more than ten years of training before they can become professional athletes. The dropout rate is also incredibly high."

Is it as advanced as our major?

"That's a bit unlikely. Take the football I used to play as an example."

In the darkness, suddenly with a "whoosh," a black and white soccer ball flew out of the shadows, and Professor D caught it with his foot, controlling the ball.

Professor Piyande was so astonished that every one of his compound eyes widened.

"Don't be surprised, I mastered this technique through long-term training."

"That's not what surprised me, and I don't understand it either. What surprised me was, where did you get this ball? Is there some kind of secret mechanism in your office?"

"None of that matters. Let me explain in detail. This movement may seem simple, but it actually involves many technical points. You can try it if you don't believe me."

"I believe."

Professor D ignored him: "The ball will come from the right."

"what?"

Before Professor Piyande could figure out what was happening, a soccer ball suddenly flew out from the right and hit him squarely on the head, sending him flying like a rag doll.

Professor D shrugged: "Not bad at all."

"Are you sick!"

Professor Piyande staggered to his feet, a large bump bulging on his head.

"What I'm trying to say is that this sport is very complex, and it's very difficult to disguise yourself as a human and stand out like I have. After all, many students can barely pass the most basic Earth behavior test, let alone complete the Earth movement naturally."

Biyangde retorted, "But Li Ji and He Ping have a very good grasp of their behavior on Earth and have no such concerns at all."

Professor D, dribbling a soccer ball, said, "They are certainly very good, and I believe they are far ahead of their peers in both theory and practice. But as I said, Earth sports are complex and require continuous training to stand out without revealing one's identity. They certainly can't be as good as I was back then. They called me 'the alien,' saying my soccer playing was incredibly impressive, the best in history." Biyangde smiled. "I remember. You were terrified when you got that nickname. You thought you'd been exposed and didn't dare go to Earth for a year, afraid of being caught. Later you found out it was just a nickname."

"Who knew Earthlings had such a strange sense of humor? I really admire these two students, and I had high hopes for their research. But look at the topics they chose!"

Biyangde glanced at the panel on the wall, which displayed the project titles of all the groups in the class.

[Li Ji, Dai Lulu, Sha Bao, Milia: Practices in Helping Non-Professional Soccer Teams Defeat the World's Strongest Team]

"I don't quite understand, is there a big difference between being a non-professional and being number one in the world?"

"The gap between non-professional and world number one is huge. Moreover, football is a team sport, and for four people to try to bridge such a gap is almost impossible in my understanding of football. That's why I don't want to watch it. I'm afraid I'll feel bad if I watch it and give them high scores. You guys usually give them high scores, and if I don't, that would be really bad."

"Shouldn't we stop following the crowd in this kind of thing? I can understand the reduced impact of headcount comparisons, but I still can't understand how big the gap is between these two teams."

Professor D put down the ball and said seriously, "To give you an analogy, this semi-professional team is like you, while the world's number one team will be like the heel of the supreme leader of the interstellar alliance."

Biyangde suddenly realized: "The difference is indeed too great, there is almost no comparison. Compared with the heel of the supreme leader, I am not even a fart."

Professor D looked helpless: "You don't need to be so sycophantic, do you? There are no security cameras here."

Biyangde leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You don't know, the school installed surveillance cameras last month. There are some in your office too. What if someone is listening in?"

"Damn it." Professor D looked around, muttering to himself, "That's not flattery at all, on the contrary, it's very apt. Compared to the Supreme Leader's most expensive heel, you're nothing but a fart. No, you're not even worth a fart, you're dog fart!"

Biyangde's eyes widened, wanting to refute, but he swallowed his words.

He continued looking at the next topic.

He Ping, KK, Pineapple Head, and Stinky Mud: Helping the Chinese national team qualify for the World Cup

"There are more things I don't understand. What are the Chinese national team and the World Cup?"

Professor D, using a dog's head to juggle a ball, explained: "The sport of football on Earth is divided into clubs and national teams. You can think of a club as a company; the company pays to organize matches for people to watch."

"I understand, the zoo."

"Pretty much. National teams are teams where these players originally belong to their own countries. For example, I represent dogs, and you represent green people."

Professor Biyangde gestured with his chin: "We're not called the Green-Brahmed Star People, we're called—"

“It doesn’t matter.” Professor D’s loud bark interrupted him. “These players form national teams to compete for honors, the highest of which is the World Cup. Not all countries can participate in the World Cup. Teams from each continent need to compete for 32 qualifying spots to enter the World Cup finals. And I have won the World Cup.”

"I still don't understand. Since so many teams can qualify for the World Cup, what's so outrageous about the Chinese national team making it? It doesn't sound like such a difficult thing. Why don't you have any expectations?"

Professor D suddenly shouted, "Expect what? Expect the Chinese team to enter the World Cup? You want me to expect that? Is that even possible? Will I live to see it?"

(End of this chapter)