football king

"How long did it take you to take these notes?" Marcelo stared at Mordred, his hand holding the notebook trembling.

Other joking stars were also attracted by Marcelo's overreaction. Although Marcelo likes to joke, he is still very serious in other places.

Master Shui, as the vice-captain, stepped forward to take the notebook in Marcelo's hand, and was also surprised by the densely packed ants-like characters on it.

If it is possible that Marcelo was pretending to be surprised to amuse them, then the honest man, Master Shui, really aroused the hearts of these expensive stars, and they looked at each of them as if they hadn't grown up. After reading the information above, everyone looked at Mordred with complicated expressions.

And Mordred, who has no personal privacy, just watched them flip through his materials without interrupting, because this is a good start for him to integrate into the locker room. After all, it is not an easy thing to integrate into the locker room, especially It's the dressing room of a wealthy family.

Whenever he was honed by those old guys in his previous life, Mordred felt that he was great, and he actually became a football superstar alive.

The notebook finally reached the last stick, in the hands of Cristiano, he looked at it, from what he liked to eat, to running positions, weaknesses, performance against promoted class, performance against Barcelona, ​​performance against Atletico Madrid, analysis like a piece Like small papers, they are arranged in a very orderly manner, which feels like a robot sorting them out.

With such detailed information, it is no wonder that Marcelo looks at him so strangely. Anyone who is analyzed by such data will feel horrified.

While Chris was reading the notebook, the bosses in the locker room all surrounded Mordred, leaving him only a little golden retriever outside.

"Hey, how did you analyze Marcelo so thoroughly? Oh my God, doesn't he look transparent on the court?" Maridia, a teenager who came a while earlier than him, asked in surprise.

His question made the surrounding stars show a subtle smile. If the data can explain everything, it is not football. The saying that football is round is not just a joke.

Sure enough, Mordred replied helplessly in the next second: "The data just give me a more reasonable inference. Football is not static. I have to live the data. This data is useful, otherwise he will be a It's just a scrap of paper."

Marcelo, another protagonist, grabbed Mordred's shoulders, "Hey, boy, you haven't told me how long it took you to collect this information?"

Mordred opened his mouth, but finally chose to tell the truth, "Three days."

Mordred once again dropped a blockbuster from the locker room, analyzing a top defender so completely in three days, even they had to admit that this little guy has his uniqueness.

"If you don't play football that well, I will definitely persuade you to become a coach." Chris, who was silent from the very beginning, raised his notebook, on which his name was clearly written, Cristiano Ronaldo's big name.

The difference from Marcelo is that the information on him is twice that of Marcelo, and he even knows how many girlfriends he has changed, although most of them are reported by lace news.

But more is the analysis of his weaknesses. Such a thorough analysis makes Chris really believe that he is his fan.

"Oh, there's still Chris's. Do you have mine?" Ozil sat next to Chris and looked at the notebook with his head tilted.

When Mordred saw that a new battle for the notebook had been triggered, he reached out and rubbed his temple.

He has thought about how to fit into the locker room of this wealthy family countless times, and has done countless simulations in his mind, but he never expected that his notebook would be welcomed one step ahead of himself. This wealthy family is a bit too strange, almost like It's like kindergarten.

These expensive stars have asked him if he has his own information, and they also have to look at his weaknesses.

Mordred flipped through the notebook, satisfying everyone's request very indulgently. In fact, he didn't need to do this at all. The notebook belonged to him. If he didn't want to show it to others, that was his freedom.

The superstars looked at Mordred, who was embarrassed and satisfied everyone, and unknowingly accepted this handsome boy.

In this way, the relationship between Mordred and these stars has taken a step forward invisibly, and the days after the release are enough for him to experience the feeling of being taken care of by his predecessors and enjoy things that he could not enjoy before.

After the day was finally over, Mordred returned home with his exhausted body. Looking at the sore muscles, he became more and more aware of how far he was from his previous life, and how far he was from the top position.

He covered his face with his hands, and the sound of fans chanting his name seemed to be heard again in his ears. That sound was like poison, stimulating him to keep moving forward.

Mordred knows that he has never been a player with particularly strong self-control ability, but he exercises day after day, eats boiled chicken, not for high salary, not for celebrity through the ages, but for watching the fans' voices from the heart shout.

He let go of his hand wearily, and saw his mother's worried face, which made Mordred sit up in fright.

"Mom, why don't you make a sound." He looked at this face that seemed to be the same age as himself, and said almost collapsed.

As a result, Lin Yue choked Mordred speechless with a single sentence, "If I spoke up, wouldn't I not be able to see you like this?" Mordred never wanted to let his affairs bother her, In his previous life, he had no experience getting along with his parents. In this life, he wants to be a perfect person, at least he will not worry about those who love him.

But now it seems that his disguise is still a bit weak, "Hey, if your acting skills are as good as your football skills, then I will be so happy." Lin Yue looked at the face with guilt written all over it, and sighed He stretched out his arms and hugged this prematurely mature child in one breath.

"I'm leaving. There are still things to deal with in the United States. You are already an adult. From today on, you have to manage yourself. This is your choice, isn't it?" Lin Yue stroked his light blonde hair The tail looks so much like his scumbag father.

Mordred, who didn't know his mother's complicated mood, breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, he hoped that his mother would pursue the life he wanted rather than being a nanny by his side. She deserved better.

"Mum, I assure you, I will take good care of myself and not worry you." Mordred said with a faint smile on his face, and this big boy with a scent of green grass became more mature up.

The author has something to say:

My aunt came without warning, and the pain caused me to lie in bed all day today, and it got better at night. After three bowls of brown sugar and ginger water dried up... The article has not been corrected yet, there may be typos, I will correct it in the evening.

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