In the mine outside Bianliang City, Lin Yuan wiped his hands full of black soot and listened to the harsh laughter coming from the entrance of the cave.
Wang Gui, the son of the mine owner, was riding on a tall horse, swinging a jade-encrusted riding crop: "I heard that you, a poor guy, want to play Cuju? All the ball boys in my 'Golden Saddle Team' are better dressed than you!" He squatted down and picked up Lin Yuan's rag-like old shoes with the tips of his boots, "That's it? Tomorrow's Cuju competition in the prefecture, I won't let you even touch the ball."
Lin Yuan's Adam's apple moved but said nothing.
He looked at the water dripping from the roof of the cave and remembered the strange dream last night - the mechanical sound exploded in his mind: "The sports skill system was successfully bound, the host's modern football experience was detected, and the reward was [entry-level shooting], current skill points +10."
At this moment, he touched the wrinkled "Grassroot Cuju Club" entry post in his arms and rubbed the red mark on the post with his fingertips.
The system prompt suddenly popped up: "It has been detected that the host is eager to prove himself, triggering a hidden mission - defeat the Golden Saddle Team, and reward [Skilled Level Ball]."
The sunlight outside the mine was so harsh that it made it difficult to open one's eyes. Lin Yuan stood up, and coal ash fell all over the ground.
He looked at Wang Gui's back with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth: "Tomorrow in the competition, I will let you know - the miner's feet can also smash your father's gold mountain."
