Blue Prison: Absorbing attributes to become the world's best striker

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"This facility consists of five buildings, with a total of 25 teams from B-Z, with a total of five teams in each building."

"The ranking of the team is based on the ranking of the players, 1-11 is B, 12-22 is C..."

Following Huixin Shiba's introduction, everyone immediately understood.

Li Zitou looked at the 275 on his arm and let out a sad howl.

"What the hell, it turns out I'm still in last place."

Jie secretly thought something was wrong.

"Our team name is Z, doesn't that mean we are the last team?"

Then I had some doubts in my heart and looked at Kira. With Kira in our room, is our room actually the last team?

After hearing this, Thunder God Jianwu turned around with a grin on his face, looking very unhappy, "You actually compare me to these trash..."

The god of the country stood aside, with his hands on his waist and said calmly and with authority.

"Hey, hey, who do you think is a waste?"

"Ah? Isn't it?"

"You kid..."

Kira held his forehead, knowing that if he didn't come forward, there would be a quarrel in Room Z, so he hurriedly spoke out.

"Shh! Everyone, please stop making noises and listen to what the guy has to say."

The God of Nations and Lei Zhen, who were about to have a big quarrel with each other, turned their heads to the side when they heard this, as if they were avoiding each other for the time being.

Exin Shiba did not stop speaking because of the quarrel among the people and continued.

"Here, people with higher rankings can get better food and training environment."

“If you want to live a good life, you have to keep winning and keep climbing up.”

Exin Shiba paused for a moment, then continued.

"The first round of Blue Prison selection will begin next. Your 55 players in Building 5, a total of five teams, will participate in the round robin."

"Each team plays four games, with 3 points for a win, 1 point for a tie, and 0 points for a loss. After the game, the top two teams enter the second round of selection."

With the announcement of Huixin Shiba, everyone felt like a pot was exploding.

"Huh? But all 11 of us play forward positions, right?"

"Doesn't that mean someone wants to play another position?"

"I don't want to play as a defender, and there is a goalkeeper. Who will be the goalkeeper?"

"I want to play center!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I should play the center position..."

Kira had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions. Sure enough, just like the original work, the people in Room Z were obsessed with the forward position, and they didn't know whether his performance during [Ghost Capture] could convince everyone to focus on him. Playing football, Ji Liang also began to feel a little unsure.

"Kira, it's exactly what you said. The following games will be played between rooms, but it's impossible for 11 forwards to form a team to play, right?"

Jie stood next to Kira and asked her own question.

Kira pointed to his head with his finger and said calmly: "Isn't football the sport of kicking the ball into the opponent's goal? Jie, wouldn't 11 forwards be just right?"

"Eh?..." Jie was a little confused, what do you mean?

…

"Listen, you have to go back to the original point of playing football and recreate football from scratch in your brain."

"Throw away all the common sense in the past. If Sakura Country wants to be number one in the world, what it needs is not [the teamwork of 11 people], but a [hero]"

"Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, Neymar. The existence of such [heroic] players has made football infinitely progress. In order to prevent them, a new defense system and new tactics have been developed."

"The light of one person can change a team, a country, or even the whole world. This is the sport of football. And do you have the courage to dream such a dream?"

Exin Shiba finished his speech, and then slowly scanned the entire Z room with his bright torch eyes. Room Z, which was noisy with people, suddenly became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The expressions of everyone in the room began to change. To be a player like a [Hero], isn't that the dream of all the teenagers present?

If you don't even dare to dream like this, then why play football?

Just go home and forget it.

Immediately, a pair of eyes were ignited with blazing fire, and their eyes seemed to say, I must be the one left to the end.

"Oh yeah, there's another rule."

"Each of the three losing teams has a quota to advance to the next round. That is, after the game, the scoring leader of the eliminated team will stay."

"Those who have been eliminated, and

Same as before, losing the right to join the national team. "

"beep."

After finishing speaking, Exin Shiba's figure also disappeared from the screen.

The imperial capital of Sakura Kingdom.

The scene of Sakura National Football Association’s press conference on [Blue Prison].

The reporters kept asking questions below like a pot exploding.

"Hey, hey, hey, is it really reliable to gather 300 young people together for training like this?"

"Isn't this sacrificing their high school life? Don't any parents object?"

"Even if you develop excellent shooters, you are not guaranteed to win the World Cup, right?"

…

"Bang"

Di Yan Xingli patted the table, stood up, and looked at the reporters in the audience.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Sacrifice your life?"

"Yes, if Sakura Country's football is to progress, it requires crazy plans."

"Don't you want to see it, the moment when [heroes] are born in the football world of Sakura Country?"

“Even though the Sakura Country national team can participate in the World Cup every time, it is [only one step away] from being able to compete with the top world level every time.”

"Football in our country must now be put to death to survive. Now is the time for Sakura Nation football to rebuild its dream."

"The next protagonists are not us adults who have lost our dreams, but those 300 fledgling high school students!"

"And you don't even dare to dream of winning the World Cup?"

"..."

Dijin Xingli is like a missionary, preaching her unattainable dream, like an idiot talking in sleep, talking about completely unrealistic goals in front of a group of cameras. All the reporters in the audience laughed at this young man who knew nothing about the world, but they all forgot that when they were young, they were also dreamers.

On the sidelines, a figure silently enjoyed the entire farce.

And he is the talented midfielder currently studying abroad in Sakura Country, Sae Itoshi.

"Interesting. Let's return the ticket to Europe. I want to see what kind of striker the Sakura Country can produce."

"Eh?..." The manager behind him looked surprised. Why, he had to stay in Sakura Country for a while just because of this messy plan.

Blue prison.

In Z room.

No one in the room knew yet that their training here had been widely discussed and reported by the media.

The 11 teenagers gathered in a circle, thinking about nothing else but discussing tomorrow's game.

We don’t know who tomorrow’s opponent is yet, so everyone is a little nervous, and everyone has their own ideas about the position.

"Let me say a few words."

Kira clapped his hands and everyone stopped, "Although we are all forwards, everyone has their own strengths. My suggestion is that each of us should speak out his own weapons - that is, his own strengths on the court. . Then we arrange the positions of the team according to everyone’s strengths.”

"Eh? Interesting. I agree." Feng Le was the first to raise his hand in agreement.

"I agree too, Kira." Jie also agreed.

The God of Country looked at everyone and silently raised his hands in approval.

Immediately, everyone nodded as someone took the lead in responding.

In front of everyone, Kira took out a small notebook and pen from nowhere and started writing.

Kira took the lead and said, "I'll go first. I'm better at shooting and running without the ball. I can often run into open spaces in the penalty area."

Feng Le immediately picked up the ball and said with a smile, "Mine is dribbling."

Because Lei Zhen Jianwu was sitting next to Feng Le, everyone couldn't help but look at him.

He was embarrassed at first, then pointed at himself with a thumbs up, "My weapon is, sexy football..."