Blue Prison: Legends Tour

"By the way, Shiyi, there's a letter for you. It seems to be from the Football Association." Jie Shiyi, who returned home in a daze after the game, stuffed food into his mouth numbly, but had to force a smile to avoid worrying his parents, but the letter made his dead eyes shine again.

"Why... I was selected... It's obviously just a weak team that didn't even get the national qualification, and in the end, I didn't have a chance to play..."

"But... This means... I... still have a chance... This time, I——!"

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"Baoma, this is for you, but you haven't played football for a long time." The mother looked at Qianqi Baoma with some worry. The child's injury made her particularly distressed. She wanted to order him to never do such dangerous sports again, but she couldn't ignore the loneliness in the child's eyes.

The father stuffed the letter into Qian Qie's hand very casually: "It's okay, don't worry about it, all the choices are in your hands, we won't force you to make a decision."

"Just tell me, do you want to go?"

After receiving the letter from his parents, Qian Qie Bao Ma, who wanted to refuse casually, suddenly pressed his right leg tightly, and his trembling vocal cords made a sound that was completely opposite to the brain's command: "I... I want to go..."

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At the same time, the little monks in the temple jumped and jumped excitedly after seeing the letter; some people started cleaning without saying a word after seeing the letter, and covered the furniture with dust covers; there were also two teenagers holding the letter and meeting at school and bumping fists to make an agreement...

It was not just Shen Yi who was suffering alone in his dream. On this night, countless talented teenagers were also full of excitement and dreams, tossing and turning with a letter in their hands.

And in the end, they would all go to the same "battlefield" together without exception-

Blue Prison!

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"Hey! You're here." Leaning against the door of the conference room, Shenyi raised his hand to the two figures who had just arrived, "But I didn't expect you two to get together."

"Jie Shiyi, Kira Ryosuke."

"Guangxian Shenyi, you're here too. It would be strange if a guy like you wasn't invited." Looking at that nightmare figure, Jie Shiyi couldn't help but clench his fists, "I won't admit defeat! Even if I'm not as good as you now, but--"

"I should say this, Shenyi, I'm very grateful for your last reminder, but--" Kira Ryosuke was not to be outdone, and rushed to shout to Shenyi.

"Ah, you're still quite energetic, all the 'talented rough stones'." A burst of noise interrupted the declaration of war between the two, and a slender, seemingly fragile man wearing hole shoes and a pot-covered head walked onto the stage, scanning the crowd with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"As you can see, everyone here is 300 forwards under the age of 18 selected by my personal arbitrariness and prejudice."

The lights in the conference room suddenly turned off, and only a spotlight was shone on Huixin Shinpachi. The messy lobby also became quiet instantly, and the elites gathered from all over the country all cast their eyes on this guy who looked careless.

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself first. I am Huixin Shinpachi, a guy hired by the Football Association to help the national team win the World Cup. I am not worth mentioning."

As Huixin Shinpachi's words fell, the lobby became noisy again. The overly shocking goal and too much information made this group of young people unable to react for a while, and they lowered their heads and whispered to each other.

Huixin Shinpachi paused for a moment, giving the children time to react. When the sound almost disappeared, he spoke again: "Is it difficult to understand? Then I will explain it in detail."

A red light hit him, making Huixin Shinpachi, who was bathed in the red light, look like a demon born only for revenge, who walked out of a hell of blood and corpses. His crazy appearance was particularly terrifying.

"I want to conduct an experiment to train the world's best striker from the 300 of you, and this is the facility prepared for the experiment-"

"BLUE LOCK!"

"From today on, you will live here together and participate in the special top-level training I designed. Not only will you not be able to go home, but you will also have to say goodbye to your past football life."

"But I can assert that as long as you win this survival game and eliminate all the other 299 people, the one who survives to the end."

"You can become the world's best striker!"

"The explanation is over, please advise."

The lobby was bright again, and everyone realized that the projection screen just now was actually a huge and cleanWhite's gate.

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"I can't accept it!" After everyone whispered, someone finally spoke up and refuted what Shinpachi Eishin said.

But this time it was not Kira Ryosuke anymore. After all, he no longer had the opportunity to participate in the national conference. With so much free time and a national training camp, he would definitely not resist it.

As the culprit who eliminated Kira Ryosuke, Guangxian Shenyi was complaining in his heart without any burden, and the one who got out of the way did not stop: "I finally made it to the national conference. As the trump card of our team, how could I give up my teammates because of your unclear words!"

"Yes, I also have to attend the national conference. How can I have time to attend this? Shouldn't your government coordinate the time for training activities?"

"That's right, you are the person in charge, and you should change a more responsible guy. How can you convince us like this!"

"It's too weird to suddenly have a closed training camp."

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"Uh, Guangxian classmate, are you okay? Aren't you going to attend the national conference too?" Jie Shiyi thought of something and whispered to Shenyi.

"You can just call me Shenyi." Shenyi shrugged indifferently: "I don't care, because I knew about the blue prison plan a long time ago, so I reminded them in advance when I joined the club."

"Besides, for them, it's enough to enter the national competition."

Jie Shiyi asked himself autistic. The national competition ticket that was out of reach for him was just something that Shenyi could give up at will and was not worth mentioning.

"Is that so? It seems that you are all hopeless. If you think winning the championship in such a low-level competition in a weak football country is more important than becoming the world's number one striker, then get out!"

Just when Jie Shiyi was autistic, Huixin Shinpachi suddenly spoke and stunned everyone in an instant.

"When I think about people like you shouldering the future of the national team, I despair. Football is ultimately about scoring more goals than the other team. Goals are everything! Those who can score are the greatest!"

"So if you still want to go back to high school and play house games, don't waste your time. Get out of here." Eishin Shinpachi waved his hands at everyone in disdain, as if to drive away something dirty.

"Football is a sport for 'egoists'. It doesn't matter what the team is like, as long as I perform well; rather than winning, I would rather choose to get a hat trick myself."

"What do you think? These are all the words spoken by the world's top players! Too bad, right!"

"But only such bad 'egoists' can rule the court!"

Eishin Shinpachi leaned back sharply and did a JOJO stand, but his words became more and more inflammatory, gradually beginning to bewitch people's hearts.

"Imagine that when the score is deadlocked, you control the ball in the last minute of injury time, facing the goalkeeper alone, and there is a teammate running out of space on the other side. You can win the game by just passing it."

"With everyone's expectations on your shoulders, in the face of the final choice of victory and honor——"

"You don't even look at it, and you kick the ball without any thinking or hesitation."

"Only this kind of madman, this level of "egoist" is what I want!"

"Abandon all common sense, there is always only you on the court A protagonist, thinking and fighting only for his own goal. There is only one goal in playing football, that is to score a goal! "

"Only regard 'your' goal as the supreme joy, live only for scoring a goal——"

"This is a striker, right?"

The door behind Huixin Shinpachi opened, he adjusted his glasses, shielded his crazy eyes, opened his hands, and his thin body was indeed very tall in the eyes of the teenagers. The backlit figure could not see his expression, like a guide leading the confused lambs into heaven.

But Jie Shiyi knew that the road was not as great as it appeared. It was a door leading to absolute error, madness, absurdity, and no idea what the road ahead was. Huixin Shinpachi, who bewitched them to step into it, was a complete devil and a madman!

Ta... Ta...

Footsteps sounded, and Jie Shiyi realized that Shen Yi had walked to the front of the team without knowing when: "Well, this guy is a lunatic, some things you just need to listen to."

"If you become the world's number one, everything you say will be right. Even if you say that goals are worthless and defense can win the championship, people will believe it. After all, history is written by the winners."

"But putting all this aside, isn't it interesting, this plan? Beating everyone to become the number one, how excitingExcited!"

Said Shenyi, he took the lead to walk up to the stage and patted Huixin Shinpachi on the shoulder: "I've tried my best to advertise for you."

Huixin Shinpachi slapped Shenyi's hand away with disdain, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising: "History is written by the victors? Sure enough, I was not wrong!"

"You guys are the craziest "egoist"!"

I don't know whether it was because of Shenyi's example or his words that inspired the young people's competitive spirit, and everyone rushed into the gate one after another without hesitation.

Jie Shiyi and Kirara Ryosuke looked at each other, and also made up their minds to rush into the gate that led to nowhere with the crowd.

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[Blue Prison Phase 1, Start]