Is This Guy a Pervert? How Is He Like a Truck?

"God!"

"My God!"

"Did you see that?"

"That cut inside!!!"

"And the shot!"

"This..."

Xie Luotuo even rubbed his eyes as he incoherently spoke to the assistant beside him.

As a long-serving veteran coach at Boca Juniors, he had seen far too many South American prodigies.

Fancy footwork, dribbling past opponents with ease.

None of that was unusual!

But a cut inside and thunderous shot driven purely by speed and strength, without a trace of technique mixed in, was truly rare.

What was this?

This was the wide scorer he had dreamed of!

His Boca Juniors only knew how to play that damned intricate passing game, relying on the team to score.

But against packed defenses, what they lacked was exactly this sort of guy who could tear apart the opposition's back line all by himself.

"Keep going! Don't stop! Tell them to give the ball to that guy! Hurry!"

Xie Luotuo urged the assistant coach to restart play.

The assistant coach acting as the temporary referee immediately shouted for both teams to resume.

However, after falling behind by a goal, Team A, the first-choice side, was clearly unwilling to let a newcomer steal the spotlight.

They launched a frantic attack.

After all, they were the starters.

As Team A pressed forward in force, Team B was obviously unable to hold them off.

Just three minutes after Su Bai's goal.

Team A equalized through their first-choice striker, Avila.

It was still Boca Juniors' trademark central penetration.

Their polished combination play left Team B's players completely helpless.

Su Bai simply did not know how to defend yet.

Despite all his strength, he could not even get near the ball.

However!

At Xie Luotuo's signal.

Once Team B restarted, Su Bai began his performance once more.

The U18 side knew about Su Bai's physique, so during internal training, no one chose to engage him physically. They would simply take up position early and stick out a foot.

But the first team did not know that.

Barrios, who had been sent flying by Su Bai in their earlier physical clash, specifically went after Su Bai this time.

He was one of Boca Juniors' strongest players physically. He did not believe a sixteen-year-old brat could beat him in a physical battle. He must have lost his balance while jumping earlier, which was why he had gone down so easily.

Seeing Su Bai charge forward at high speed with the ball.

Barrios immediately turned sideways.

After picking up a little speed, the instant Su Bai reached him, he slammed his entire body into him!

At the same time, he stretched out his right foot, ready to steal the ball from Su Bai's feet.

But!

At that very instant!

That same familiar, terrifying power!

In just one exchange, in less than the blink of an eye.

Barrios, strong as a bull, was sent flying by Su Bai once again.

"Whistle!"

This time, the whistle finally sounded.

Su Bai stopped, then walked over to Barrios, who was sprawled on the grass.

"You okay?"

He had held back just now. After all, Barrios would be his teammate in the future. If he injured him like he had in the youth league, how would he survive in the first team afterward?

"Hiss! I'm fine! I'm fine!"

Barrios struggled to sit up.

A dull pain throbbed in his shoulder.

At the very instant that tremendous force had hit him, he had clearly felt that kid pull back slightly.

But even so, he had still been sent flying miserably.

That was insane!

Was he even human?

He felt as though he had crashed into a truck.

There had been absolutely no chance of resisting him.

By then, the other teammates had gathered around as well.

"Is Barrios okay?!"

"Was it really that exaggerated?"

But rather than checking on Barrios, the teammates were more curious as they sized up Su Bai.

Boca Juniors had seen plenty of so-called geniuses.

But it was truly their first time seeing a superhuman brute like Su Bai.

All technique and defensive experience seemed utterly useless in front of this guy.

Seeing that Barrios was fine, the assistant coach resumed the match.

It was still Team A surrounding and attacking Team B.

But strangely, Team A's attacks went either down the right flank or through the middle.

The moment the ball reached Su Bai's side, the Team A player receiving it would not keep it at his feet at all, immediately passing it away with one touch.

That left Su Bai, who wanted to properly study some defending, utterly helpless!

Very soon, Team A's starting attacking midfielder, Pablo Pérez, dribbled past several players in a dazzling sequence before threading a through ball into the middle.

Avila shook off his marker and calmly slotted it home, sending the ball into the net once again.

2:1!

Seeing that the time was about right!

Xie Luotuo called a stop to the training match from the sidelines.

"Hey, Su!"

"Come here!"

After the training match ended, Xie Luotuo called out directly to Su Bai.

"Sir!"

"You're still on a youth contract, right?"

"Yes!"

"Almeida, go take this kid to sign a new contract!"

Almeida, the assistant coach who had just been acting as the temporary referee on the pitch, immediately nodded.

As Europe's football wholesale market, Boca Juniors had a well-established player contract system.

Youth team contracts basically came with the lowest wages, but in contrast, they carried release clauses worth hundreds of thousands.

The first team was different.

The salaries and benefits there were things the youth team players could not even dream of.

Of course, hefty release clauses were the bare minimum.

After all, they did not want their players to be lured away cheaply by European scouts.

"Kid, you're really lucky. This time, you're going to soar straight to the top!"

After Almeida brought Su Bai into an office in the club building, he said with a smile.

In his imagination, a naive kid Su Bai's age, faced with the chance to go from nobody to somebody, would surely eagerly sign his name on the contract.

But something unexpected happened.

That kid actually looked completely calm and even picked up the contract to read it carefully?

This...

"Sorry, sir, but I don't want to sign for such a long term. I think a youth contract suits me just fine!"

Having lived two lives, Su Bai knew that teams in Argentina used long-term, exploitative contracts to squeeze their players dry.

He was not stupid. With the system, even if he went to Europe right now, he could find a decent team willing to take him in.

So there was no way he would sign that kind of contract with Boca Juniors!

"Huh?"

Almeida froze.

He had never expected this young man, handpicked by the head coach, to turn down such an incredible offer.

"Kid, did you see that? Your annual salary is five hundred thousand pesos! You only made 1,500 a month in the youth team before. That's—"

Before he could finish, Almeida suddenly remembered something.

Th-this damn rookie was the team's lucky mascot.

He...

He wasn't short on money!

His father alone sponsored the club for five hundred thousand pesos a year.

And this was an eight-year contract with an annual salary of five hundred thousand.

This was fucking difficult. Boca Juniors used these seemingly decent annual-salary contracts to lock people in, when in reality they were meant to sell players.

"Alright! Go back for now. I'll discuss it with the club!"

"Oh, okay!"

"Wait! Su! Where are you living now?"

"The youth team dormitory!"

"Oh, move out. You're in the first team now, after all. I'll have someone arrange a room for you in the first-team dormitory!"

Almeida said.

Although Su Bai's contract had yet to be finalized, that goal alone proved he had more than enough ability to establish himself in the first team.

It would be better to keep this guy where he could keep an eye on him first.