The tryouts came quickly.
Player B took part.
Then his leg was broken by a tackle.
A vicious, powerful tackle from behind!
Just as he was focusing on shooting, his lower leg bent at an unnatural ninety-degree angle. The sight alone was horrifying.
Why did so few Alliance children play soccer? The high risk of injury was definitely a major factor.
Schools would not encourage it either. With such a severe injury, how many parents would let it go? He collapsed to the ground in agony, beads of sweat the size of soybeans appearing on his forehead.
"Stretcher!"
"Don't move him!"
The coach and team doctor shouted urgently.
"Zhang Wei, what are you doing? Are you playing soccer or kicking people?"
Player B lay in a hospital bed when he learned that Zhang Wei had been expelled.
But he could not feel happy about it at all.
Because the doctor told him that he would need at least half a year to recover before he could return to the field.
He was only fifteen this year, at the age when his skills should have been improving the fastest. If he wasted half a year, how could he compete with the other kids?
And he did not have any cheats.
Lying in the ward, his face was full of despair.
Then another boy in a cast was wheeled into the ward, still holding a soccer ball in his hands.
"You play soccer too?" the boy asked curiously, without the slightest hint of pain from his injury in his voice.
"..." Player B did not want to talk.
"You got hurt too?" the boy continued.
Player B wanted to turn over, but his entire body was restrained, making it difficult.
"Hehe, you're not an NPC either, are you?" the boy suddenly said.