Shameless Master and Disciple? Treasure Chest Reward: Carros Heavy Cannon?

Xie Luotuo, who had been all smiles, immediately darkened when he heard the reporter's question.

He turned his head and took a closer look!

Oh ho, River Plate Football News.

No wonder they were saying Su Bai had done it deliberately as revenge!

They were clearly trying to dig a hole for Su Bai. If Su Bai got hot-headed and admitted that he had been taking revenge—

Then the Argentine Football Association would immediately launch a detailed investigation into the physical contact between Su Bai and Bilalva during the match.

Of course!

Once the Football Association got involved, River Plate only needed to pull a few strings, and even if Su Bai had acted unintentionally, they could turn it into something deliberate.

But just as Xie Luotuo worried that Su Bai might say something careless and prepared to refuse to answer, Su Bai beat him to it and grabbed the microphone.

"I'm very concerned about Mr. Bilalva's injury. In my view, the health of players is more important than victory!"

"Bilalva is a player I respect greatly!"

"He is the spiritual icon of Tucuman Athletic!"

"I've watched him play. On the field, he is a fighter who never admits defeat!"

"In every Tucuman Athletic match, he is always the one who fights the hardest!"

"It is regrettable that the two of us had a bit of an unpleasant incident in this match, but I believe that foul he committed against me was also aimed at the ball!"

"I sincerely hope he can return to the pitch as soon as possible!"

Beside Su Bai!

Xie Luotuo listened with his little eyes blinking.

This...

Were these really words from a teenager?

He had clearly crippled the man, yet the moment he opened his mouth, he started laying it on this thick?

What did he mean by spiritual icon?

What did he mean by a fighter who never admitted defeat?

Who the hell didn't know Bilalva was a notorious piece of trash?

Yet Su Bai had managed to say all that with such apparent sincerity.

The most outrageous part was that final sentence.

What did he mean by believing Bilalva's foul had also been aimed at the ball?

He was telling Tucuman Athletic's fans: See that?

Your captain was the one who tried to cripple me first. He just failed, and afterward, I accidentally crippled your captain purely by mistake.

If you say I deliberately hurt him, then you're admitting Bilalva made the first move.

Xie Luotuo quickly hid his surprise and pulled the microphone over.

"It is regrettable that such an incident occurred in today's match!"

"Football is always full of unexpected events!"

"So, more than the joy of victory, Boca Juniors is most concerned about Mr. Bilalva's injury!"

"Boca sincerely wishes for Mr. Bilalva to return to the pitch as soon as possible!"

The old hand Xie Luotuo saw that the River Plate reporter still was not satisfied, so he took the microphone first and wrapped up the topic!

For a moment!

The reporters throughout the room were moved by the coach-and-player pair.

These were people who truly loved football.

Even when facing bitter rivals, they could still repay hostility with kindness and offer their blessings.

Well, that was only the act the reporters put on outwardly.

"Damn, that coach-and-player pair really has no shame. They can say something like that with such righteous conviction!"

"Exactly. Though that Chinese kid might actually be offering sincere wishes. I watched the replay earlier—Bilalva, that bastard, was the one who barged into the Chinese kid in midair first!"

"Think about it. Several people couldn't even knock that Chinese kid down, yet Bilalva just happened to knock him over with his ass in midair? Then after knocking him down, Su Bai's knee just happened to land on Bilalva's ankle?"

"Hiss! Now that you mention it, that really does seem suspicious. Could a kid who looks that young really be that calculating?"

"Still, Bilalva had it coming. Instead of playing football properly, he kept thinking of ways to cripple people. Now he's run into a wall."

Although the reporters were whispering among themselves below the stage, the entire press conference was still filled with well-wishes for Bilalva's recovery.

There was no helping it. They were all adults; when it was time to put on a show, they had to play along. After all, Argentine football needed a positive image.

The reporters were all sharp. What did the market need?

What kind of coverage did fans love to read?

Wasn't it all about ruthless competition but human warmth?

And so, the moment Su Bai and Bilalva viciously fouled each other was instantly spun by the reporters into a tale of mutual admiration on the pitch.

The post-match press conference that followed turned into Xie Luotuo's personal Su Bai praise session!

"Su! He is absolutely the most talented young player in the history of Argentine football!"

"He is the cornerstone Boca Juniors will build around for the next decade!"

"This guy is absolutely, absolutely not for sale! Even if Europe's top giants come calling, we will not sell Su Bai!"

"He's still young. He needs a few more years to develop in Argentina!"

"For this year's U-20 World Cup, I think Sampaoli should bring Su Bai into the squad!"

"The current Argentina U20 lacks a powerful winger like Su!"

"He is Messi's successor! His attacking ability will be the nightmare of every youth national team in the world!"

Xie Luotuo kept calling him untouchable, kept calling him the cornerstone of the team!

But the reporters knew perfectly well that this guy was just advertising Su Bai to Europe's top clubs.

He had only played one league match. Sure, his performance had been terrifying, but it was nowhere near the point where youth teams all over the world should fear him!

Still, Europe's powerhouses loved this kind of pitch!

They did not care about the price when buying players. As long as someone was labeled Messi's successor, European clubs would definitely show interest.

Spend a few million euros on a Messi successor—if it turned out to be a bust, it would not be much of a loss anyway.

But what if it was real?

How much could one Messi bring in?

That was pure, outrageous profit!

And so!

A perfectly normal post-match press conference turned into Xie Luotuo's product presentation!

Sitting beside Xie Luotuo, Su Bai looked utterly awkward.

He had only played one match, yet his own head coach had already praised him to the point of making him sound like he could kick Messi and punch Cristiano Ronaldo.

Once the press conference finally ended, Xie Luotuo, who apparently had not praised him enough yet, wanted to drag Su Bai along and keep going. Su Bai hurriedly slipped onto the bus back to the club without even looking back!

The other first-team players all had homes in Buenos Aires. Apart from Su Bai, everyone else went home.

And so!

Su Bai rode the bus back to the club alone!

After closing the door to his dorm room, Su Bai excitedly entered the system!

The system had given him a mission before the match.

With four goals and one assist, he wondered what reward the system would give him.

The moment he entered the system!

"Ding!"

"Random Mission: Turning the Tide—SS Rank Complete!!"

"Completion Rating: SSS!"

"Mission Reward: Golden Treasure Chest!"

A Golden Treasure Chest?

The moment Su Bai saw the name, he was so excited that he could not help jumping up.

Soon, a treasure chest gleaming with golden light appeared within the system as well.

Su Bai excitedly gave it a light tap!

A dazzling golden radiance flooded the entire system space.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations, Host, on obtaining a Legendary Player Skill Card!"

"Roberto Carlos Free-Kick Ultimate: Super Cannon!"

Holy shit!!!

Su Bai stared at the Legendary Player Skill Card he had drawn, so excited that he could not say a word!

That was Roberto Carlos's Super Cannon!

The one legendary freak in all of football who never bothered with curves when taking free kicks—he only cared about raw ball speed.

He already possessed even greater strength than Carlos, and now he had a cannonball free-kick ultimate too!

He did not even dare imagine how terrifying the destructive power of his free kicks would be.

By the way, was kicking someone to death on the pitch against the law?

At that moment, Su Bai was already considering whether he should look into Argentine law!

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