["Early 2003, at the Chinese national youth football team training base. \"Ye Feng, you damn bastard, you haven't paid up again, and you still want to get on the pitch?\" The youth team coach, Liu Gang, stood on the sidelines with a half-smoked cigarette butt hanging from his mouth, his eyes glancing sideways at the thin figure on the edge of the field. Ye Feng, a transmigrator, had been in this world for eighteen years. He stood at the edge of the group, his tracksuit washed until it had faded to white, his pair of football boots patched over and over again. He kept his head down, hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. Today was the trial training match for the youth team to the first team. Sir Alex Ferguson, the manager of the English giants Manchester United, happened to be in China on a scouting trip and stopped by to watch this training match. This was the stage that every youth player dreamed of. Liu Gang walked up to Ye Feng and lowered his voice: \"You want to play? Can you come up with thirty thousand yuan? If you can't, don't waste the spot.\" There were already ten people on the field; they were just missing a midfield playmaker. Ye Feng gritted his teeth, his lips almost bleeding. Thirty thousand yuan. He was an orphan who had managed to squeeze into the Chinese national youth team on talent alone just to make a living, yet he still had to pay to get on the field. This national football setup was dark to the extreme. \"Coach, I...\" \"Shut up!\" Liu Gang waved his hand impatiently and turned to beckon another fat boy wearing branded football boots, \"Zhang Wei, you go on! Your dad specifically called last night to look out for you.\" Zhang Wei puffed out his beer belly and ran onto the field triumphantly. His footwork was incredibly clumsy, but his family was wealthy; he had paid fifty thousand yuan just in sponsorship fees to the team. Ye Feng stood on the sidelines, watching his teammates warm up on the pitch. The sunlight hitting the grass made his eyes ache. 【Ding!】 【Unfair treatment detected. Football God of War System activated.】 【Newbie gift pack distributing: Ball Control +1, Passing +1, Shooting +1.】 He looked up and felt his whole body warm up; he felt significantly stronger than before. \"Move.\" Ye Feng's voice was calm but carried an unquestionable power. He walked straight to the center of the field and stepped on the ball that Zhang Wei was about to kick off. \"What are you doing?! Get off!\" Liu Gang was furious. A commotion suddenly broke out in the stands. Sir Alex Ferguson had taken his seat, accompanied by the club's top brass. He was chewing gum, his eagle-like eyes scanning the pitch. Ye Feng ignored Liu Gang. He lightly flicked his toe, and the football popped up as if it were glued to his instep. He looked at the opposing first-team starting midfielder, Zhao Kai. This guy had made the national team last year and was someone everyone in the youth team looked up to. \"You, dare to go one-on-one?\" The whole field went quiet. Zhao Kai was stunned for a moment, then laughed: \"Kid, have you lost your mind?\" Ye Feng didn't reply. The moment he started dribbling, his whole body seemed to turn into a blur. He feinted to the left with his right foot, pushed the ball outward with the outside of his left foot, and his center of gravity suddenly dropped and then rose sharply—a Marseille Turn! With his already high natural talent, combined with the power of the system he had just received, he was even stronger now. Zhao Kai didn't even touch the ball before he was sent stumbling by the feint. On the sidelines, Sir stopped chewing his gum. Ye Feng continued to advance. Facing two covering defenders, he stepped on the ball with his left foot and pulled it back, immediately following up with a heel flick to change direction with his right foot. La Croqueta! \"Th-this is...\" The club executives in the stands stood up abruptly. Sir took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and stared intently at the thin teenager. Ye Feng had already broken into the penalty area. Facing the goalkeeper, he didn't hesitate for a second, curling a bizarre arc with the outside of his right foot. The ball bypassed the goalkeeper's fingertips and precisely drilled into the top corner of the net. The whole field was deathly silent. The cigarette butt in Liu Gang's hand dropped to the ground, his mouth wide open, unable to close. Ye Feng turned around, his gaze sweeping over Liu Gang's face before finally settling on the white-haired old man in the stands. Sir was standing up and walking over. \"What is that boy's name?\" Sir's voice carried a thick Scottish accent. Before the translator could speak, the club's deputy general manager, Wang Defa, hurriedly stepped forward: \"Sir, this is a substitute from our youth team; he's nothing...\" \"I asked, what, is, his, name.\" Sir said, enunciating every word. Ye Feng walked to the sidelines and looked up at the world-class manager, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: \"My name is Ye Feng. However, if you want me to join the team, you'll have to ask Coach Liu here first—the match fee alone is thirty thousand yuan.\" The air instantly froze. Wang Defa's face turned the color of a pig's liver. Liu Gang's legs went weak, and he had to hold onto the railing to keep from collapsing. Sir was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. He took off his iconic glasses, put them back on, and said, word for word: \"Tomorrow, have this boy come to Manchester United for a trial. I'll pay for the plane ticket.\" Wang Defa opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't get a single word out. Ye Feng stood in the setting sun, his thin silhouette stretched long. 【Main quest triggered: Break out of China】 【Quest reward: Random legendary football superstar template】"]
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