Liu Shan Turned the Tables on Lan Ziyu

Lan Tian strode past the wall and through the courtyard gate to the edge of the soccer field, where players on both sides were sprinting with all their might.

Though the players were all rather clumsy, every one of them fought hard for the ball. Their fierce competition made for a more exciting match than those played by the spineless softies of later generations.

Judging by the players' heights, most were fifteen or sixteen years old. Two stood out on the red and blue teams: Lan Yuan, the red team's midfielder, and Zhao Yun, the blue team's striker. In both height and skill, they were the core players on their respective sides.

The players were drenched in sweat and wholly absorbed in the game. None of them noticed Lan Tian watching from a corner. "Boyang can hold his own against Zilong. Who'd have thought the lad actually had some skill?" Lan Tian muttered to himself. He had no idea how Zhao Yun had ended up playing in the youth league.

Gao Yuan tilted his head and lowered his voice. "Last year, when I was training troops in the Trap-Breaking Army, soccer was added to the training regimen by General Gao. It could teach new recruits to obey orders, build their stamina, and understand tactics. The Eldest Young Master's Medical Battalion may be busy, but their soccer team is one of the best among all the new recruits in the Trap-Breaking Army."

"So that's how it is. Last year, while I was cultivating kelp in Jieyang, I let the boy give free rein to his nature. Do you think I've been too strict with my two sons?" Lan Tian asked curiously.

Gao Yuan scratched his head before answering. "I'm just a rough soldier, so I don't understand these things. But I