big mouth ball king

Chapter 1 Big Mouth King System
The sun was scorching hot, and Germany ushered in the hottest season of the year in July. On the green field, the two teams competed fiercely.

On the bench beside the court, a teenager with an Asian face was immersed in his own world as if no one else was around. Only he could see the virtual interface in front of him.

Host: Tang Zhenglong
Height: 180 cm
Age: 19 years old

Speed: 60
Shots: 40
Passes: 35
Dribbling: 20
Power: 30
Defense: 15
A virtual interface appeared in front of Tang Zhenglong, just like in a football game.

"I'm not insane because I can't play the ball, am I?"

Tang Zhenglong recalled what his mother said to him before going abroad, "Son, if you can't get along in Germany, you can come back. Even if we play in the middle class, we can earn hundreds of thousands a year. In a few years, we can marry a wife and live a happy life."

I wanted to make a show in Germany for my mother to see, but I didn’t expect that the later plot was basically the same as my mother predicted. Since I joined the Cologne second team for half a year, I haven’t even got a chance to play, even in friendly matches.

On the one hand, the strength is limited, and on the other hand, the German regional league places too much emphasis on physical confrontation ability.

Just as Tang Zhenglong was preparing to return to China next month, a few days ago, he was suddenly bound to a system called "Big Mouth Ball King".

Regarding this, Tang Zhenglong had two thoughts, either he was unlucky and met some kind of golden finger, or he couldn't stand the blow of failure and became insane.

Just when Tang Zhenglong was deep in thought, the teammates beside him were talking about it.

"Look, Tang is thinking about life again."

"He was such a cheerful person when he first came here. He pestered us to learn German together every day. Looking at him now, his whole body is sluggish."

"I heard that there is no place for Tang in the Northern Regional League starting in August, and he is going back to China."

Some people also said: "Judging by Tang's strength, he really can't gain a foothold in the second team of Cologne."

Tang Zhenglong's German is very good, and the sarcastic remarks of his teammates are a bit harsh to his ears. Any player who has studied abroad and does not want to gain a foothold in Europe is really unwilling to go back like this.

At this moment, there was a ding.

"System task generation."

Use creative language to comment on the appearance of teammates. It is required to select at least two teammates, and the system will give a score.

Success Reward: One chance to substitute.

Failure penalty: deduct 10 points from any attribute of the body.

Tang Zhenglong's whole body is not good. His highest attribute is speed, but it's only 60. If 10 points are deducted, he won't be able to play when he returns home.

"Do you accept the mission?"

"It's as if I have a choice." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

"I accept!"

Tang Zhenglong turned his head to his teammate Mario Laws beside him.

"Hey, Rouse, you look like a pig's head."

Rolls was dumbfounded.

"Don, what are you talking about!"

"Could it be that my German is not standard? Let me say it again, you look like a pig's head."

"Don, are you crazy?"

At this time, Andrew Sinclair, who was not far away, was about to come to be a peacemaker. He said, "Don't say a few words. We are all substitutes. It is understandable that we are not in a good mood, but there is no need to blame your teammates."

Tang Zhenglong was also embarrassed to death. He usually had a low-key image in the team. Besides, Asians were all low-key, but since he was bound to the Big Mouth King system, he probably had no chance of being low-key.

Thinking that the task was only halfway through, Tang Zhenglong plucked up his courage and said to the peacemaker Andrew Sinclair: "Andrew, you are not much better, you look..."

Tang Zhenglong recalled that the request of the task is a creative evaluation, how can it be called creative?

Got it!

"You look like the bell ringer in Notre Dame Cathedral."

puff.

Rolls burst out laughing, "Actually, it's a bit like it."

"Tang, you are courting death. Believe it or not, I will send you back to China early."

Ding sound.

"The task is completed, and a replacement card will be rewarded. It is only used today, and it will become invalid when it expires."

Tang Zhenglong looked at the situation in front of him, unless he could attract the head coach's attention immediately, he might be surrounded and beaten.

"Use it immediately."

I saw a card slowly disappearing in front of me, and then a miracle happened, I saw the head coach Christopher John on the sidelines waving to himself.

"Number 36, Don, come here."

With the coach's shout, everyone on the bench was stunned, and all turned their heads to look at Tang Zhenglong.

"Isn't he finished? Why did the coach send him out?"

Under the resentful eyes of Laws and Andrew, Tang Zhenglong quickly rushed to the head coach, "Boss, you are going to send me out."

It was only at this moment that John came to his senses and thought to himself, "Am I in a daze? How could I beckon at Tang."

"And I don't want to change."

Touching his forehead, John attributed all this to the hot weather, and he was dizzy, but it was a friendly match anyway, so it didn't matter, just change it.

Tang Zhenglong replaced his teammates and took the position of right winger.

Tang Zhenglong's little heart was pounding, he had been in Cologne for a year, and this was his first time playing, so he was still a little nervous.

Rolls patted Andrew on the sidelines, "Don't be angry, after the game is over, we'll show him some color."

At this time, the score on the field was 1 to 2. Cologne [-] was behind Union Berlin for the time being. Both teams were in the fourth tier of Germany. That is to say, they were not playing professional leagues.

As the second team of Cologne, the head coach John naturally wants to cultivate talents for the first team. The whole club hopes to train another star like Podolski.

After Tang Zhenglong came on the field, he ran very aggressively on the wing, but his teammates just didn't pass the ball to him, which made him very annoyed.

The reason why he was able to join the second team of Cologne at that time was actually mainly due to Tang Zhenglong's excellent running ability, which is also the characteristic of Asian players, fast and flexible.

"Pass the ball to me." Tang Zhenglong waved at his teammates.

But the teammates seemed to isolate Tang Zhenglong deliberately, they just didn't pass the ball here.

"MD, play me, don't pass the ball to me, even if I'm possessed by Maradona, it's useless."

At this moment, only a ding sound was heard.

System task generation.

"Remember the first training session you just joined, Captain No. 10 Mike Needle deliberately didn't pass you the ball?"

"of course I remember."

"What did you want to say to him then?"

"Why don't you pass me the ball, you bastard."

"The task is to tell him exactly what I wanted to say at that time, and finish it within 5 minutes."

Reward: A corner kick god-level grab card.

Punishment: Deduct 5 points from any attribute.

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