Everyone in this world possesses a selfish heart. If that selfishness is compressed into motivation, how powerful can a person become?
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On a bustling street.
Bachira leaned his hands behind his head, looked up, and said, "Qiu, why did you suddenly decide to come watch a football match?"
"You usually say these wastes aren't as good as you at playing, right?"
"What? Are you feeling a sense of crisis?"
"Could it be that you're afraid... I'll go play with them?"
Beside him, a black-haired, red-eyed boy was drinking milk tea, a smile playing on his lips. "A sense of crisis?"
"What sense of crisis do I have?"
"From childhood to now, it seems someone has never once beaten me in a game, have they?"
"If even I feel a sense of crisis."
"Then aren't you afraid... you won't even be able to keep up with me?"
Bachira rolled his eyes and pouted.
The boy, however, narrowed his eyes and looked at the Bird's Nest in front of him, a thrill of excitement involuntarily rising within him.
His name is Ye Liangqiu. He isn't from this world... but has transmigrated to this world where "sports" reign supreme.
According to what he understood, in this world, football, volleyball... various sports dominate international competitions, and even wars between nations are now resolved through "matches."
From the moment he passed by the football field outside his home and saw Bachira one day.
He understood everything.
This is Blue Lock.
Hearing the cheers from inside, Bachira was already a bit impatient.
"Qiu, the match inside is about to start."
"Don't rush," Ye Liangqiu said with a smile, buying popcorn and pulling out his phone to hand to a beautiful woman.
A vein bulged on Bachira's forehead as he grabbed Ye Liangqiu's arm and dragged him away.
Until they were seated.
Ye Liangqiu ate his popcorn helplessly, almost getting dragged away without even paying...
Bachira sneered, "Qiu, what if I tell Xiao Hui Jie what happened to me today...?"
Ye Liangqiu put his hands together, "No, I was wrong, isn't that enough?"
Coincidentally, while the two were talking.
The match in the stadium had already begun.
After watching the game for a few moments, Bachira seemed a bit bored and said, "By the way, Qiu... you still haven't answered my previous question."
"Why did you deliberately come to watch this match?"
"There's nothing exciting about it, is there?"
Ye Liangqiu smiled as he watched Yoichi Isagi, drenched in sweat on the field, and asked, "Le, how many people do you think are involved in football?"
Bachira thought for a few seconds. "If you count the number of people on the field... it should be eleven."
Ye Liangqiu smiled. "I, however, think football is a game for one person."
"Why?" Bachira asked, puzzled.
After all, a football field cannot be played with even one person missing, so how could it be a one-person game?
Ye Liangqiu's eyes were fixed on Yoichi Isagi on the field, who was being toyed with like a cat, and he continued, "All sports, whether it's football or volleyball, as long as you love the sport."
"Then a strong desire to compete and a sense of hunger will arise."
"And once you want to become stronger, you must first learn to abandon your teammates."
"Egoism is a key element of strength."
Bachira covered his head, looking bitter. "Uh... Qiu, can you make it even more complicated?"
"Hahaha," Ye Liangqiu chuckled twice, saying no more, his gaze returning to the playing field.
Not long after, the match ended with Yoichi Isagi's inevitable defeat.
And a voice echoed in Ye Liangqiu's mind.
Congratulations, Host, the main quest is about to begin.
Yes... since he was a transmigrator, he wouldn't dare claim to be from another world without a system.
And his system was called the [Emotion System].
The so-called emotions were not the emotions of those around him, but of the "audience" who were watching this world as an anime.
Ye Liangqiu, walking out of the Bird's Nest, looked up at the sky and smiled.
"Let me see if you egoists can truly excite me."
"The game has begun..."
......
As expected, the unexpected happened.
A "thump, thump, thump" knocking sound woke Ye Liangqiu, who was sleeping.
Bachira, looking excited, skillfully walked into his home, his small braid still tied on his head, not even having time to untie it.
Clearly... this guy was overly happy.
"Qiu, I got this thing!"
He held a document in his hand, which was the Football Association's invitation letter to Bachira.
Bachira showed off, "I told you... Qiu, I'm strong."
Ye Liangqiu, with messy hair, sighed helplessly. "Are you talking about this thing?"
Bachira was stunned...
Wasn't this exactly what he held in his hand?
"Qiu, you have it too?"
"They invited you too?"
Ye Liangqiu nodded. "I just received it not long ago..."
"I didn't want to discourage you."
"I didn't expect you to get it too."
"Oh, good!" Bachira immediately reacted, almost pouncing on Ye Liangqiu. "And here I was thinking about how to comfort you!"
Ye Liangqiu pulled Bachira off him, looking helpless. "Alright, you're still acting like a child!"
"So, Qiu, are you going?" Bachira looked at Ye Liangqiu with anticipation, afraid he wouldn't go.
Ye Liangqiu smiled. "Of course I'm going. I can't let you level up alone, can I?"
Coincidentally, Ye Liangqiu had been alone since he came to this world, never even seeing his parents. He only had an older sister who raised him, the "Xiao Hui Jie" Bachira often mentioned.
As for Bachira, he was purely a little monster Ye Liangqiu picked up on the football field.
Saying that, Ye Liangqiu rolled his eyes. "You're not planning to stay overnight here again, are you?"
Bachira nodded. "Qiu, don't you welcome me?"
"Welcome, but I'm afraid you'll have to sleep on the sofa. Remember to keep the volume down when watching football programs."
Then, Ye Liangqiu turned and went back to his room to catch up on sleep.
Clearly, this wasn't the first time.
Bachira chuckled as he turned on the TV, skillfully lying down on the sofa....
......
"This should be it."
"Didn't take a wrong turn, did I?"
"Qiu?" Bachira asked.
But Ye Liangqiu didn't hear him. Countless "bullet comments" floated before him.
First, first!
It's starting, it's starting! I can't wait!
Barren, take off!
According to the system's explanation, this world was being broadcast as an anime, and the so-called perspectives would constantly switch. Anyone could be the protagonist.
Including "himself."
Ye Liangqiu's gaze fell on Yoichi Isagi, who was standing at the entrance... Currently, the role of "protagonist" was worn by him, which was why so many bullet comments appeared as he got closer.
If he wanted to gain "emotion points."
Then he could only interact with him... or crush him on the field, making all eyes turn to himself.
Thinking of this, the cells in his body seemed to tremble involuntarily, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.