Debut Incoming? Opponent: San Lorenzo!!!

"Damn it! I quit!"

On Boca Juniors U18's training ground!

The team's starting goalkeeper, Bozenik, threw down his gloves and walked away from the goal.

The other players stood off to the side, watching the scene with undisguised glee.

"Boss, Su Bai is way too freakish. How the hell am I supposed to save those shots? When I blocked that one just now, I thought my bones were going to break!"

Bozenik cursed as he spoke.

Ignacio was momentarily speechless as he watched his genius starting goalkeeper acting so cowardly.

He turned to look at the reserve goalkeeper from the B team.

The moment the substitute goalkeeper noticed his gaze, he immediately lowered his head.

Meanwhile, the culprit behind all this, Su Bai, stood expressionlessly in front of the penalty area, waiting for the next goalkeeper to step up.

Early that morning, Su Bai had been called onto the training ground by Ignacio to test his shooting.

Twenty shots.

From five positions outside the penalty area.

Yet before he had even taken eight shots—

Bozenik had already quit.

His reason was that he wanted to stay alive.

With no one marking him, a shot with 100 power had driven Bozenik, who usually called himself a genius, into complete despair.

In his eyes, Su Bai had definitely taken something.

It was terrifying. Based on ball speed alone, those shots were completely impossible to save. The only one he had managed to block was because Su Bai had kicked the ball straight at him, and he had instinctively punched it away with both fists.

Even so, his hands were still numb from that one save!

Seeing that Su Bai was still not satisfied, Ignacio shifted his gaze toward Cassio, the forty-five-year-old goalkeeper coach.

"Sir, I'm old. I still have a family to support. I've got an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old..."

Cassio's legs went weak under Ignacio's gaze.

In the end!

Su Bai's shooting test came to an inconclusive end.

Eight shots: four goals, three off target, and one saved.

How should one put it? In terms of shooting accuracy, it was only average—nowhere near comparable to the team's striker, Higuain.

But as long as the shot was on target!

Su Bai's shooting was practically unsolvable.

The terrifying power in his legs had pushed the ball speed far beyond a goalkeeper's reaction time.

And he himself was extremely fast as well.

"Hayes! Come on, announce the teams!"

Seeing the players whispering among themselves, Ignacio called over his assistant coach.

Hayes wheeled over the cart holding the training bibs, then took out the prearranged list and began reading.

"Team A!"

"Goalkeeper: Bozenik!"

"Left back: Monzon. Center backs: Benjamin Ibarra, Federico Luciano."

"Right back: Garay-Medel!"

"Defensive midfielders: Angel Morales, Gula!"

"Attacking midfielder: Corazal!"

"Forwards: Viatri, Higuain!"

At that moment!

Hayes suddenly raised his head and looked toward Su Bai among the players.

"Su Bai!!!"

After the shooting test and Su Bai's terrifying performance yesterday, the players did not seem surprised by his selection at all.

As Hayes read out Su Bai's name, Ignacio also looked toward this hardworking lucky charm.

But the expected ecstatic joy did not appear on Su Bai's face.

That guy merely looked calm. And not just calm—there even seemed to be a hint of contempt?

What was going on?

And at that moment!

Su Bai was startled by the system's sudden voice.

"Ding dong!"

"Main quest triggered!"

"Perfect Debut!"

"Quest reward: Random system treasure chest!"

What the hell was this?

It even issued quests?

An online game?

And it gave out a treasure chest!

What a fucking scam!

Saturday night!

"Hayden! Hurry up, you piece of trash!"

Inside Bombonera Stadium!

An old man shouted at his equally white-haired companion.

The two of them squeezed their way into the already packed Bombonera Stadium.

The Bombonera Stadium, which could hold over fifty thousand spectators, was already completely full.

This week, the first team was playing away. By tradition, whenever the first team was not using it, Bombonera Stadium hosted the U18 youth team's matches.

And so, even though it was only an ordinary U18 youth match.

Argentinians, whose football culture ran deeper than anywhere else, had still flooded into the stadium to cheer for their team's future.

"Damn it, that useless Ignacio! Look what he's turned mighty Boca into—we're second from bottom in the league!"

"He's too old. He doesn't have any ambition left. Back when he first took over, our U18 team finished in the top three every year!"

"If we lose again today, I'm running down there and ripping out his kidney!"

"Did you hear? Ignacio put that mascot in the squad for this match!"

"What? That Su Supermarket? Ignacio must have taken money! That guy can't play football at all. If his dad weren't rich, how could he have stayed at Boca for so long with that level?"

"Damn it, Ignacio definitely took money from that mascot. He's completely fallen!"

The fans in the stands seemed to have already heard the rumors about Su Bai being included in the squad.

At that moment!

Ignacio stood in the locker room, delivering an impassioned speech!

"We are the mighty Boca Juniors!"

"Do you see the jersey you're wearing?"

"It is a sacred jersey with a hundred years of history!"

"You bunch of trash have only earned three points in six league rounds! The fans are calling us Boca's disgrace!"

"Today! We face San Lorenzo!"

"I want you to play with the spirit of Boca Juniors!"

"Let those San Lorenzo brats know who the king of Argentina is!"

Although Ignacio shouted himself hoarse.

His audience remained expressionless, and the scene where they should have been roaring with excitement never came.

They had already lost three matches, and he gave the same speech before every game. The key was that he never even changed the words.

Seeing that his rallying cry had done nothing, the embarrassed Ignacio could only helplessly send the players out of the locker room.

For Ignacio, this match was practically his farewell game!

Just last night.

The club executives had called him. If they lost this match, the club hoped he would resign and leave Boca Juniors with dignity.

He had originally been full of confidence, planning to use Su Bai as a secret weapon to catch San Lorenzo off guard. But when he saw this group of completely unmotivated players.

Ignacio's heart went utterly cold.

Let fate decide.

After all, it was only a youth league.

Even Boca Juniors U18 had no special pre-match ceremony.

After the players from both sides walked onto the pitch alongside the referee, the referee called over the two captains to toss for sides.

Su Bai stood quietly on the right flank, waiting for the whistle!

In the stands!

The fans had already noticed the black-haired Asian kid!

"Oh my God! That kid's actually starting!!!"

"It's over!!! Boca Juniors are finished!"

"Can Chinese people even play football? How much money did this kid give Ignacio?"

Su Bai obviously couldn't hear the fans' comments about him.

Because, after the whistle blew!

Boca Juniors U18 forward Higuain, who had won possession first, had already slipped the ball diagonally to him.

And San Lorenzo's players still hadn't settled into the match.

After receiving the ball, Su Bai knocked it hard ahead!

Then he burst into a frantic sprint down the right flank.

With 85 speed, he was practically unbeatable in a youth league.

In the stands!

The Boca fans who had just been mocking Su Bai suddenly fell silent.