Walking into room 301 of the boys' dormitory of Beijing Institute of Technology, last year's National High School Football League finals were replayed on the screen. Taoyuan No. 1 Middle School defeated Tongque No. 1 At the last moment. Zhang Fei grabbed the ball with his bare hands and Guan Yu volleyed with a scimitar. The commentator shouted "Meteor Arrow" with a loud voice, and I saw Xia Houyuan being pinned down alive with a single sword. Those high school students are all monsters, and their special skills in professional leagues can be sold for astronomical prices in the hands of wealthy families. I leaned back in my chair and smiled bitterly—children from ordinary families couldn't even reach the door. Someone called my name on the playground outside the window, and the ball rolled to my feet. I looked down and kicked it back.
