Director Zhu's Miraculous Maneuver, Money Brought by Wisdom!

David Achucarro, who had been sent flying, could only stare wide-eyed as Su Bai rampaged right past him.

The temporary referee was standing right beside them.

He made no call.

Su Bai's collision had been a completely normal physical challenge.

The match continued.

Under the stunned gazes of every player on the field, Su Bai charged into Team A's penalty area.

Team A's center back, Benjamin Ibarra, panicked.

Even though the shocking scene had frightened him, he still braced himself and rushed forward.

But Su Bai gave him no chance to make contact.

Before he could close in, Su Bai raised his right leg and shot again!

"Bang!!!"

The same explosive blast rang out.

Inside the penalty area, Su Bai's shot gave no one any chance to react.

Even head coach Ignacio, who had been staring fixedly at Su Bai from the sidelines, had not seen when the ball had actually left Su Bai's foot.

"Clang!!!"

At the instant Su Bai shot!

The goalpost let out a deafening crash.

That sound!

It shook everyone into stopping in their tracks.

This...

Was this even human?

The football went out over the end line.

Su Bai shook his head regretfully.

He did not notice that everyone on the field was looking at him as if he were some kind of beast.

Team A's goalkeeper was trembling so badly from Su Bai's shot that his lips quivered.

How was he supposed to save that shot?

Forget saving it—he was afraid of it hitting him.

He had no idea whether getting hit would break his bones or knock him unconscious on the spot.

And from that moment on!

The proud Boca Juniors U18 squad, including head coach Ignacio, looked at Su Bai differently.

Their previous disdain had completely vanished.

This was football!

Everything was decided by strength!

"Holy shit, that's way too violent. He's a tank—a tank with a heavy cannon!"

"That fullback didn't even look skinny. How did he get sent flying like that?"

"Haha, did you get that on camera?"

Li Feng was so excited he was practically about to jump.

With just those two moments!

This trip to Argentina had already been well worth it.

Once they brought him back home and made arrangements, China football might not have much else, but they would definitely have a superstar striker.

The internal training match had lasted less than half an hour in total.

After Su Bai failed to score, Ignacio immediately ended the training match.

There was no other reason.

Poor David Achucarro appeared to be injured.

David Achucarro was one of the team's main players.

Their match against San Lorenzo U18 was coming up soon.

With their starting fullback injured, what were they supposed to do for the match?

Although the team was not short on fullbacks, the only reliable one was Matias Gimenez, who had switched to winger after David Achucarro arrived.

If they moved Matias Gimenez back, they would be short a winger again.

Who should they put on then?

Could it be Su Bai?

Su Bai?

Ignacio's eyes suddenly turned toward Su Bai, who was standing beside David Achucarro and asking about his injury.

It seemed...

He really could give it a try?

If he could keep performing like he had today, forget the U18s—even the first team could use him as a rotation player.

And so it was.

After the team doctor gave him a quick examination, the unfortunate David Achucarro was helped off the pitch for scans.

The team doctor's diagnosis was not encouraging.

In that collision, Su Bai's shoulder had struck directly against David Achucarro's shoulder blade.

There did not seem to be much wrong when they felt around it, but there was a strong possibility of a crack.

If it really was a fracture...

Then poor David Achucarro would have to stay off the pitch for at least three months.

Watching David Achucarro being helped away, Ignacio shifted his gaze to Su Bai.

"Su!"

"Hm? Boss!"

Although Su Bai was not particularly interested in his head coach, having lived two lives, he was not foolish enough to show it.

After all, if he wanted to get by at Boca Juniors, maintaining a good relationship with this guy would still be useful.

"Try shooting again?"

"Boss, I'm not feeling too well either!"

Try shooting?

Su Bai wanted to give it a try too, but the system had only just appeared, and he had not even had time to check his attribute panel.

Besides, there was a whole group of people by the sidelines filming videos.

If that shot of his earlier had really just been a fluke, he would be utterly humiliated.

The most important thing now was to quickly study the system.

Just what exactly was this absurdly overpowered system?

Seeing that Su Bai also looked uncomfortable, and thinking of poor David Achucarro...

Ignacio hurriedly told Su Bai to go to the team doctor for a checkup as well.

Li Feng had originally wanted to say a few words to Su Bai, but seeing that Su Bai seemed injured, he could only instruct the reporters to go find Deputy Team Leader Zhu at the office for a detailed discussion first.

Inside Carl Vannu's office!

Zhu Yige smiled as he shook hands with Carl Vannu.

"Leader Zhu, I truly admire your wisdom!"

"Haha, Mr. Carl is also a very wise man. In this world, only wisdom can bring wealth!"

"Then shall we proceed as we discussed? By the way, what was that genius called? Have him come sign with us right away!"

"Oh, his name was something or other. I'll have my assistant handle it! I'm too tired today—I need a proper rest!"

"Haha, Leader Zhu, I wonder what sort of players your association still needs. You know, our great Boca Juniors is famous for producing geniuses! Of course, we can also accept the special transfer-package services required for foreign talents!"

Looking at Carl Vannu's greedy face, Zhu Yige wanted nothing more than to punch him twice.

Damn it, what a bloodsucker. Just for signing a contract and arranging an outsourcing deal, he had demanded fifty thousand euros from him.

That was fifty thousand euros—they only had to produce a single piece of paper.

After leaving Carl Vannu's office.

Zhu Yige found Li Feng waiting there with an excited expression.

"Team Leader Zhu, that Su Bai is really something. He just scored—"

"What Su Bai? China has no need for players like that! Don't talk to me about Su Bai!"

"But, Team Leader Zhu, we recorded the video, so—"

"Video? The only one we filmed was Hua Chengyu. That kid's keepie-uppies were truly a delight to watch. What Chinese football lacks are technical players like him!"

"Zhu—"

"Are you the team leader, or am I? Xiao Li, has your internship ended? Have you become a full employee?"

Li Feng looked at his displeased superior and helplessly lowered his head.

He understood.

Just moments earlier, inside that office!

What Chinese football had missed out on.

"Reporter Wang! Delete everything you just filmed! We'll cover all your travel expenses. And since you're already in Argentina, enjoy yourselves for a few days. Buy more things for your families too—put it all under travel expenses."

"Little Li, remember to take good care of everyone. Come with me. I can't let our journalist friends be treated poorly!"

Though he had kept a cold face toward Li Feng, Zhu Yige immediately put on a warm, amiable smile when facing the journalists!