In this world, Chinese football has become a national laughingstock, rotten to the core.
Sun Chen, a mechanical engineering student who has just transmigrated here, checks the five hundred yuan left in his pocket, then turns around and talks his rich second-generation buddy into putting up several million to start a grassroots club.
His buddy says, “I'm such an idiot, honestly. I thought he'd gone crazy from not being able to find a job, so I figured I'd spend a few million just to hear a bang. But then he turned around and ground Europe's top clubs into the dirt?”
Bound to the [Player Recruitment System], he poaches top talents from parallel worlds!
The only problem is that most of the players he recruits have something a little wrong with them: a goalkeeper obsessed with anime, a striker with mild social anxiety, and a defensive midfielder who wants to fight anyone who rubs him the wrong way...
Faced with this bunch of oddballs, Sun Chen says, “No big deal. Under the tactics board, everyone is equal.”
Starting in Binhai City's lowest-tier amateur league, the “Stardust” club bursts onto the scene, with its bizarre style and unbeatable record.
Foreign media are horrified: “That all-Chinese lineup's tactics are like a dimensionality-breaking attack! What kind of monster is their head coach?”
