Blue Prisonred Fire

Rinomiya Akai dreams of finding a pure land. He caught a glimpse of the outline of the Pure Land when the football flew down on his toes, was volleyed back by him subconsciously, and hit the goal. [Genius] [Emperor] [Evil Beast] [Son of God]... The nicknames that have been growing ever since he stepped onto the court are not entirely suitable for him. Rinomiya Akai was cheered by coaches and teammates again and again. He lazily took the gold medal, looked at it nonchalantly, squinted his eyes, and the ambition in his heart spread wildly - I wanted to be, I wanted the World Cup to become my garden. The tall boy thought so. But he soon discovered that it was too boring - a world where he was king, a world where no one could take him seriously, a world where there were no opponents or close teammates, was too... Lonely. Even the national team disinterested him. So lonely, God, so lonely, me. Until someone handed him a letter, he opened it and glanced at it, but he was a little surprised. "Ask me to... Serve as a coach?" He smiled openly: "Let's wait until I can't play football anymore. I guess you have someone I'm interested in." "I will step on them and become a god step by step." Department teacher Rin: [He has been waiting for that day, waiting for Akai Rinomiya to say those words - come to me, Rin. He had waited four years, and he could have endured much longer. Feng Le replied: [Facing Akai Rimiya, the monster in my heart is shrinking. Danger, danger! Can't get close! It warned like this, but tilted its head towards him against the bright figure, and gently kicked the football over with its beautiful muscular legs, like a knight's honoring ceremony from a king. He couldn't see the face clearly, couldn't see the details clearly, he could only hear the order - come here. Thousands of Leopard Horses: [End your hesitation and your years of dreams together - your red pupils looked straight at him, without any emotion, like the thunder of judgment. "Run away, Qianqie." He looked at him from a distance. The Emperor handed the ball to the injured Cheetah. ——[I will write the rest as I think of it] Rinomiya Akai: Try to evolve under my pressure. ◆Pre-collection of manuscripts. I don't understand football, so I wrote a very brainstorming kind of thing. Let's just take a look. ◆It's so unpopular, so please praise me! Mua! ◆Ban Yuan Geng (referring to having been writing a manuscript but too lazy to write about it ()) ◆Rinomiya's character... Doesn't look very good at first glance, but it's actually not very good, but it's actually very good! So he is a heartthrob, not like a certain blue rose... ◆Extras occasionally drop, and the cp is not yet determined, so anyone can write it Concept: Field expansion, but football