[Passionate soccer] + [face-slapping the Japanese and others] + [transmigrate from ancient times to the present] + [hilarious] + [our ancestors’ cuju skills] + [sharp-tongued male lead] + [no harem] + [feel-good power fantasy]
“Ref! His ‘Swallow Returns to Its Nest’ trap is illegal!”
“There’s no rule against trapping the ball on your shoulder.”
“Then his ‘Turn the World Around’ dribble has to be illegal!”
“...FIFA just called to ask if they can rename the rulebook The Laws of Cuju by Wang Qisou.”
My name is Wang Qisou, the Cuju King of the Northern Song dynasty.
On my first day after transmigrating to the modern era, the national team coach took me for a con artist.
It wasn’t until the World Cup final, when I used my signature “White Strike” to stop the ball on the opposing goalkeeper’s head, that they finally believed me.
The whole internet went wild: What the hell is this, soccer?
I just smiled. No, it’s a game our ancestors had already mastered.
