They said I was a useless person punished by God - on the day my hand injury recurred, I personally delivered the most humiliating clean sheet in the history of the team. The manager slapped the termination contract on the table: "Yu Tingyun, you should go and have your brain cleaned."
But no one knows that every time I lose a game, the system evolves a little bit. On the night of the twenty-third consecutive defeat, the sound pierced my eardrums: [God-level prediction +1] [Almighty mastery +1] - The opponent is my whetstone, and the entire network is reviled by my experience package.
A year later, in the Bird's Nest Finals, the former team was slaughtered by the Korean Demon King to a score of 0:5. The trembling guy on the coaching bench was the substitute I personally trained. When the audience chanted my name, I took off my jacket, revealing my sponsor's white T-shirt, and walked towards the referee's stand: "Apply for a temporary substitute."
The player stand was quiet for three seconds - my exclusive ID, which all the coaches were grabbing for, was quietly floating on the screen. Today, the entire Bird's Nest will witness how the god-level players you threw away with your own hands trampled the championship trophy under their feet.
