Football growth System

"Why are you playing soccer again? Didn't you say, you were going to my mom's place for dinner last week!"

On the phone came the voice of a woman. Qi Ce hurried with his cell phone to the side of the field, afraid to be heard by his teammates.

"I'm sorry, I forgot... How about, I come now."

"Ugh! Who wants you around with the smell of sweat! Every time you are on that stupid field, playing football day and night, you only know how to play football!

You know what? Why don't you just marry football!"

"You are 30 years old, and you don't want to find a way to make a little money, so you've decided to waste the rest of your life!" She furiously shouted and hung off the phone.

Qi Ce rushed to call back; the first and second calls were directly hung up. When he tried to call for the third time, he discovered he couldn't call her again because he was blocked.

Sighing heavily while scratching his hair, Qi Ce looked at his cell phone and mentally searched for ways to please her.

This was not a very calculated blind date; the other party is the daughter of his father's former colleague, whom he met ten years ago. Surprisingly, she has never been married. So it is natural that he was matched with her by his father, so he tried it."Tried".

It's just that the other party has never been married, and rumors says; she met a scumbag. Qi Ce, hearing about this, didn't ask specifically, and it was also a knot in his heart.

There was a sudden cheer on the field. Looking up, he saw that his team had been scored again. This match, like every other match, is lost, again.

Today is not really his day.

He sighed again, picked up the mineral water at hand, and drank a few sips to relieve the depression in his heart.

When he returned home, he inevitably had a stinky scolding, and his mother waited until he came home before the criticism meeting began.

At this time, his Father was generally watching, smoking coldly next to her, and he seemed really mad .

It seems that Qi ce's mother has sued his father again, he bitterly smiled and shook his head, he can't blame people for forgetting that it is indeed their own fault.

In the middle of the night, Qi Ce's chattering mother and his father had already gone to sleep. In his tiny room, he tapped his PC's keyboard twice, and the sleeping screen was awakened, emitting a faint blue light that illuminated half of his body.

It was as if the whole world was dark and quiet, with only the small handful of minimum-brightness screen lights in front of him and the faint sound of the computer cooling fan, as well as the quartz clock above his head, which he glanced at and was already on the verge of pointing to the number 1.

" Wait! why is he 29 years old?" Qi ce was talking to no one but his PC.

A football manager game was shown on his PC's screen.

Looking at the game of the football manager on the screen, he felt bitter in his heart. The football dream of his youth has long been shattered, and he wants to recreate it in the game, but as he plays the game, it becomes boring.

When he used to play football manager, he had a habit of adding a database to establish himself, putting all his real information into the game, and then fictionalizing a past experience to substitute into the game, which is very fulfilling to play.

But the game is a game after all, and as the character gets older, the real data is no longer meaningful. he does not want to use a "veteran" who is on the verge of thirty years old at the beginning of the game.

He still has, on his PC, a Football Manager 2008 game, which is probably the best of the generation for him. Well, in terms of age, it really was the best that year; he was sixteen then.

Although the time was already very late, he still opened the game database; this action has been repeated a million times, that he was already used to doing it.

Position: striker.

After a brief moment of reflection, he decided to return to his old ways for this slot, in terms of attributes.

Having made all these choices, he simply chose the stats that best matched his abilities. Making him adaptable.

When He was young, he worked hard for his dream, and for that reason, his father entrusted an old acquaintance to introduce him to Chongming Island, which is an alternative piece of pure land for Chinese football.

When he was young, he worked hard for his dream, and for that reason, his father entrusted an old acquaintance to introduce him to a place called Chongming Island, which is an alternative piece of pure land for Chinese football.

The football base, built by a former Chinese national team manager in his sixties, has produced countless talents struggling in all aspects of Chinese football, and he was one of them.

Currently he is working as a youth coach at the football training base, he also trains the children at the base, though his salary is not high, he still enjoys the job.

With everything set up, he clicked save, only to see a pop-up option that he had never seen before.

[Do you want to Bind to this Settings]

Because he's so familiar with this game, Qi Ce didn't look at it carefully, thinking it was just an option to overwrite an archive or something like that.

The computer screen instantly went black, the already dim room lost its only source of light, and the whole world went black.

Qi Ce's heart sank. "Crap? Power failure? The time he took to set up the character is not very long, but a lot of consideration went into creating the character. The time and effort just now are wasted.

The computer restarted, and he inexplicably looked at the nostalgic Windows XP operating system in front of him. A bunch of question marks went through his head.

"When the f**k did I downgrade my Windows 10? to Windows XP!"

It's not just the operating system that's been downgraded; it's the display, no! There's the mainframe, the computer desk, the chair, etc., and even the bed. The only thing that's remained the same is the old wardrobe in the house that's been used for almost twenty years. Only it's been changed; a treadmill was bought some years ago, and the wardrobe was taken out to make room.

Predictably, the wardrobe is back in place, and the treadmill is gone.

His eyes reverted to the rather dated big-a** monitor, which finally finished booting.

Monday, January 1, 2007, 00:01.

He stood up, prancing, switched on the light, and jerked open the wardrobe, which contained a mirror.

He is shorter, the hair on his head is a lot more lush, his slightly flabby face becomes tight again, and his two-day-old unkempt beard also shrank back. To sum it all up, he looks like his teenage self again.

Is this a dream?

He stared at himself in the mirror in a daze, using some usual methods to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Anyway, he had just traveled back in time to the year 2007, when he was sixteen.

He vaguely remembers that year, when he faced the first important decision in life: either to continue playing football or to go to high school. At this time, he has been in base training for three years. In his academic aspects, his results were so low that he was barely admitted to an ordinary college.

He decided to be admitted to a school that considered the situation of the special football students. That year, he read about that school and loved the idea very much, and he was admitted there. At the time of the city's high school football tournament, the school was very important. That year, he eventually chose to continue to study and also helped the school win the city's championship.

"Am I going to experience this all over again?"

He was not happy about this; he was a bit sad because this was the year his football dream started, and although there was still a bit of a chance to continue, the intervening years were not too important and were wasted.

The road to a football life was not easy; his parents recognized this reality and decided to send him to high school. Although Qi Ce was hardworking, his coach ultimately respected his parents' decision.

The second is that the Chinese domestic football environment is not very good; this was the key factor that prompted his parents to make the final decision!

A whole lot of memories came to his mind. He was in a complex mood. Even if he traveled back, what could he do? He himself is simply powerless to change the status quo; his dream is still only a dream.

But there are still some advantages. He remembers that the world had also undergone earth-shaking changes in the other half of his life, and he should know what had happened during this time, shouldn't he?

His brain couldn't take in so much information for a while, so he lay down on the bed, but not too long later, something more incredible happened that made him feel even more amazed.

A stadium appeared in his mind; it looked ragged, but it was incomparably real. It was like he was playing a VR game. He could control an avatar of himself in this stadium.

This was an amazing feeling.

Walking through a short corridor, he controlled himself to walk into the stadium. It was an artificial grass pitch, like most seven-a-side pitches out there, surrounded by a high parapet; there were no bleachers.

He could see a group of words hanging in mid-air.

[Welcome to the Football Growth System.]