I am a freeloader in the anime world

"You...you...who said I don't like football??!!!"

Hearing the conversation between Su Yang and Yukinoshita Yukino, Watanabe Shu's face turned pale in an instant, as if covered by frost. There was a flame of anger flashing in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed, as if he could pinch a fly to death. His fists were clenched, and his knuckles turned white due to the force, as if he was ready to burst out with amazing power at any time. His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was accompanied by obvious anger, as if his whole body was trembling with the anger that was about to erupt.

Although I was extremely angry, Watanabe Itsuki still didn't dare to vent my emotions directly to Yukinoshita Yukino or Su Yang.

He just fixed his eyes on the floor tiles in front of Su Yang and shouted angrily.

"Xing...explain it to me clearly."

Su Yang knew very well that Watanabe Itsuki wanted to call his name, but because of his bad reputation, Watanabe Itsuki could only do so.

Su Yang laughed at Watanabe Itsuki in his heart, but he didn't show it and just continued speaking.

"Really? If you really have a burning passion for football, why don't you devote yourself to the training ground, fight side by side with your teammates, and sweat together, instead of wandering around here doing nothing? Are you looking for a moment of joy, or are you venting your inner frustration and powerlessness?"

"I..." Watanabe Itsuki was speechless for a moment.

Su Yang's eyes were fixed on Watanabe Shu, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a provocative and playful smile: "In my eyes, Watanabe, you seem to value the sense of superiority that surpasses others, the satisfaction of being praised by seniors, and anything else?"

Su Yang's words carried a hint of inquiry and mockery, as if he was digging into Watanabe Shu's innermost motives, "Could it also include the admiring gazes of those girls?"

Su Yang's words were blunt and sharp, seeming to challenge Watanabe Shu's self-esteem while also testing his true feelings.

"Nonsense! Xing...you are talking nonsense!"

Su Yang chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of ease and reason, his words seemed to be stating an obvious truth.

"Haha, I'm just telling you a simple truth. People who truly love something will find endless fun and satisfaction in that thing itself. As for other praise and recognition, they are just icing on the cake, not necessity."

These words were like the morning bell and evening drum, which made Watanabe Shu fall into deep thought. For a moment, he could not find the right words to respond.

Su Yang continued, his voice calm and philosophical.

“If a person gives up what he truly loves in pursuit of those secondary things, can his so-called love still be considered sincere? Just like a chef who loves cooking, if he gives up cooking because of a bad comment from others, can you still say that he really loves cooking?”

Su Yang's metaphors are vivid and to the point, forcing Watanabe Shu to re-examine his love for football, wondering whether it is really as pure and profound as he thought.

Su Yang's words were like a mirror, reflecting Watanabe Shu's true thoughts deep in his heart and prompting him to think about what he really pursued.

"Therefore, if you really feel that the environment in the football club makes you feel depressed and unhappy, then choosing to leave may be a wiser decision. I know that Hayato Hayama loves football very much, and he will never give up easily. However, if you continue to torture yourself because of his existence, wouldn't such behavior be too unwise? Right?"

"No, I...I...actually...actually..."

Watanabe Shu's anger gradually dissipated in the face of Su Yang's gentle but firm words. At this moment, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He wanted to find words to refute, but his brain seemed to be shrouded in sudden calmness. His thoughts were intertwined like tangled threads, unable to condense into any powerful rebuttal.

Watanabe Shu widened his eyes, trying to find a flaw in Su Yang's face, but the other party just stood there calmly, with unquestionable firmness revealed in his deep eyes.

Under this invisible pressure, Watanabe Itsuki gradually felt that his anger was being slowly drawn away, and eventually turned into helplessness and powerlessness.

Su Yang's voice slowly flowed in the air, calm and deep, and his words revealed a profound insight: "People who truly love something don't actually have time to envy others."

Su Yang's movements were smooth and precise. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes firmly fixed on the target.

His toes lightly touched the football, releasing just the right amount of force in an instant. The ball drew an elegant arc in the air and flew accurately into Watanabe Itsuki's arms.

This simple action seemed to contain endless meaning. It was not only an accurate pass, but also silently conveyed Su Yang's support and trust in Watanabe Shu.

"Take this ball and think about it carefully." Su Yang's words were full of expectation. He gave Watanabe Shu a chance to choose, a chance to re-examine his heart. "Tomorrow afternoon after school, if you can show up on the court, I hope you can put aside the distractions in your mind and devote yourself to the fun of football."