[City + system + football + passion + counterattack + imagination + sports]
Ye Fan, the king of special forces, is nineteen years old, covered in scars and sitting in a wheelchair.
Five years of military service, three times with first-class merit, and eight times with special marksmanship.
He thought his life was over.
Until the live broadcast of the national football defeat broke into the ward, and there was an explosion deep in the skull.
Bite! "Iron-Blooded Army Soul Football System" is forced to bind!
[Task: Kick the Coke can. Reward: 100 military merit, 13% repair of right knee.
During the German trial training, the scout slapped the medical records on the table:
"This thing is too hard to even wipe your butt."
Ye Fan walked to the middle circle on crutches. One kick. Fifty meters away, the net set off white waves.
The scout's mouth opened and he forgot to close it.
In team training, teammates deliberately don't pass the ball - wait and see the crippled joke.
Ye Fan stole the ball and raised his head. Calculating ballistics.
40 Meters close to the ground.
The goalkeeper didn't react.
One more kick. Still the same.
The teammates stopped laughing.
The team doctor rushed over and shouted:
"The knee is a comminuted fracture! This is unscientific -"
Ye Fan glanced at the panel: Durability 14% | Military merit value 355 | Life and death countdown 11 days
He pulled on his knee pads and walked back onto the court.
Trade military merit points for lives until you have enough.
Later, the reporter asked him what it was like to go from a wheelchair to playing in the World Cup.
He smiled:
"I came back from hell, one kick at a time."
