System+Soul Penetration
The national sport is ball transport. If you lose a game, a sandstorm will cover the sky; if you win a game, the weather will be smooth.
Qin Muhun has become the most useless puppet coach in Xijing. The whole country has just been bloodbathed in the World Cup, and the yellow sand is swallowing up half of the summer. All he has in hand is a bunch of wild kids picked up from a village in the city, and a [super-intelligent football system] that only he knows about.
In four years and one thousand four hundred and sixty days, we could either lead these children from the dirt field next to the steel factory to the World Cup and trample back one by one the opponents who had defeated Daxia in the past; or they would be buried together.
