After the Information Update, They Always Want to Win Me Over!

"Hey! Are you okay?!"

"Let me see! Let me see!"

Several players ran over to the goalkeeper, crouching down and lifting his hand to inspect it. The palm of his right glove had split open, and his palm was red and covered in several deep bloody marks.

"He smashed the glove to pieces?"

"That hand's useless for now, isn't it?"

"Oh my god, I've watched the World Cup and never seen anyone kick a football that hard!"

The players looked toward Shimizu Akira at the other end of the field, unconsciously swallowing as fear appeared on their faces.

Was this guy even human? Could a human really take a shot like that?

"Teacher! We've got an injured player here!"

They quickly turned and called out toward the medical station by the sidelines.

Two staff members ran over carrying a stretcher and helped the goalkeeper onto it. With his hand wrecked like that, how was he supposed to keep goal?

"President Nagumo! You called us here for a football match, but you never told us our opponent was this kind of monster!"

"Exactly! Is this even football? If he kicks it at someone's face, that's practically murder football!"

"I'm out!"

That single shot had scared several regular players out of their minds, and they repeatedly declared that they wanted to withdraw.

Nagumo Miyabi was stunned by the force of Shimizu Akira's shot, cold sweat immediately running down his back.

If that kick had been aimed at him, he would probably have ended up lying in the infirmary for two or three months too.

But he could not withdraw. Asahina Nazuna was still watching from the stands, along with all the classmates who normally respected him.

If he ran away at a critical moment, wouldn't that mean Nagumo Miyabi was afraid?

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