Everyone uses superpowers to play soccer, but you have so many different tricks up your sleeve.

"system?"

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and then a sense of the absurdity of life's impermanence welled up within him.

Just yesterday, he transmigrated into this body with crippled legs, enduring countless scornful looks and neglect, and was still wondering whether he should just take the medicine and start over.

Unexpectedly, in just one day, he gained so many "fans," and the Qixing Society treated him well. Even the system awakened at this time.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Su Ruoqing's concerned inquiry reached her ears, accompanied by a faint, lingering fragrance.

Qin Feng composed himself, shook his head, and smiled faintly, "It's nothing."

Wow~ So handsome.

"I never realized before that even when Brother Feng was in a wheelchair, he could still kill me like this."

"If I had known, I would have taken the initiative. Maybe I could have been in a group with Brother Feng."

......

The girls also gathered in twos and threes, freely gossiping and criticizing each other.

The way they looked at Qin Feng was like that of a starving cat eyeing a plump fish, their eyes shining as if they wanted to devour it on the spot.

If it weren't for Su Ruoqing pushing Qin Feng's wheelchair, and a large group of sweaty boys nearby, they probably would have all crowded around.

"Quiet!" Zhang Tiancheng finished dealing with his business and came to the front of everyone, saying in a deep voice, "I am very disappointed with your performance in this training match."

In short, the air pressure instantly dropped to freezing point.

Faced with Director Zhang's intimidating aura, many boys subconsciously lowered their heads, like elementary school students who had done something wrong.

Everyone makes mistakes, more or less, but that's no excuse.

Zhang Tiancheng's gaze swept across the crowd like a sharp blade, finally settling on one person: "Wang Xiaozhou, who taught you—as a goalkeeper, to dodge a shot from the goal?"

Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, his voice as cold as iron.

The goalkeeper, Wang Xiaozhou, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down on the ground.

"Teacher... Teacher, Liu Shao's shot was too powerful, I... I really couldn't defend against it," Wang Xiaozhou explained tremblingly.

However, such a weak explanation seems utterly ridiculous in this context.

Right beside him, his teammates were all covered in dirt and had injuries of varying degrees.

After all, when defending, apart from Qin Feng and the goalkeeper, almost everyone else had encountered Liu Shaoren when he used the [Wrathful Buddha Golden Body].

As a goalkeeper, Wang Xiaozhou's decision to dodge a shot is no different from deserting on the battlefield.

"No problem. If you can't hold the position, then don't try to hold it anymore." Zhang Tiancheng stopped looking at Wang Xiaozhou and coldly declared, "Tomorrow, someone will take your place. You'll be going to Class 3."

"No!!"

A heart-wrenching wail echoed across the stadium, and Wang Xiaozhou collapsed to the ground as if all her bones had been removed.

No one expected that after this half-time training match, the first player to be expelled from the class would be a member of the winning team.

"As for the others, I won't say much. Their performance scores and evaluations have been sent to the group chat. Check them out yourselves."

"Disband!"

Zhang Tiancheng stormed off, intending to edit the video directly into a compilation and show it to the school principal so that Qin Feng's treatment could be improved as soon as possible.

After that, I contacted his former supervisor directly. His university, Wuhan University, hadn't recruited any strong freshmen for a long time.

Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they quickly grabbed their backpacks to find their phones to check their performance scores.

After all, it was said before the competition that those who failed to meet the performance standard would have to double their training volume.

"Waaaaah, I only got 34 points! I knew it!!"

"Oh no, I'm not much better off, only 36 points."

"Who isn't? All they did in the first half was run around; they didn't even get a touch on the ball. How could they score points?"

"Haha, I got exactly 60 points!!"

.....

As the only teacher of Class 2, Zhang Tiancheng set extremely strict standards for the training competitions, and only a handful of students in the entire class passed.

Of course, the score for the girls is basically tied to the boys they are matched with, so it's quite frustrating.

"Holy crap, Liu Shao only got 72 points?"

No one expected that Liu Shaoren would score a goal, and as the team's main star player, his rating did not even reach the "good" level.

Liu Shaoren's face was also very ugly at this moment. He had read the evaluation and found that the main reason for the deduction was the unconsidered pass to Lin Binquan, which led to the subsequent goal conceded and Fang Shou's injury.

"Musiala is still strong, he got 76 points."

"Those who achieve a 'good' rating in training matches are all top-tier players."

...

Everyone's tone was full of envy, but Mu Yu stared at the screen, especially when he saw Fang Shou's dazzling 79 points, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Judging from his performance in this match, although he stepped on Liu Shaoren's head, Fang Shou also stepped on his head.

The feeling of having your head stepped on... is truly awful.

Xiao Sha'er, who was usually loud and boisterous, was now completely withdrawn and looked as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.

"Holy crap, how many? Qin Feng, the master, 100 points?"

"100 points? Really??"

"This is outrageous! A perfect score in a training match?"

......

The crowd erupted instantly, swiping their screens to find Qin Feng's data and eagerly awaiting that breathtaking evaluation.

[Very mature ball control skills, exceptional overall strategic ability and judgment, able to do the right thing at the right time...]

After reading for a long time, the group of people were shocked to find that the long review was full of praise and not a single criticism.

A boy muttered quietly, "This is the first time I've realized that Teacher Zhang can actually praise people..."

They gave Zhang Tiancheng many nicknames behind his back, such as "Iron-Faced and Impartial Living Yama" and "Zhang Sanfeng, the Demon Slayer of the Jiazi Year".

When everyone looked up again to look for Qin Feng, they discovered that he had disappeared sometime during the night...

"100 points?" Liu Shaoren's jaw relaxed, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

When the training match ended, he already knew there was a gap between him and Qin Feng, but he didn't expect the gap to be this large...

He couldn't understand it, but Mu Yu saw it clearly.

Although the score in this match appears to be only one point, the gap between the two teams would be much larger if the match were played out in its entirety.

The key to this is Qin Feng.

Given that he made zero mistakes and scored two goals, it's perfectly understandable that he received a perfect score.

Looking in the direction where they left the training ground, Mu Yu's eyes gradually sharpened: "Qin Feng... next time, I won't lose to you!"

...

On the other side, Su Ruoqing pushed Qin Feng's wheelchair, gently stroking him as she passed by. She skipped along, seemingly in a good mood.

"In a good mood?" Qin Feng, sitting in his wheelchair, didn't rush to check the system, but instead took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her.

Even without turning around, he could feel the joy overflowing behind him.

"Yeah, you're really amazing." Su Ruoqing smiled and praised without reservation, "This is the first time I've ever seen a perfect score of 100. I'm so glad I did this, thanks to you."

Qin Feng shook his head and said sincerely, "I have to thank you for this, otherwise I'm afraid I would have failed."

There are only two B-grade girls and two C-grade girls in the class. The rest are D-grade girls. If Qin Feng is paired with a single D-grade girl, then forget about the overhead kick and the crescent moon blade, even riding a bicycle over her will become a struggle.

However, Su Ruoqing clearly did not think so.

This man speaks with excessive humility.

First he said "barely", and then he scored a perfect bicycle kick goal.

Then came the "Let's take a gamble" comment, which resulted in a stunning, curving shot...