1994: I Became a Literary Master in America

Chapter 29 You bitch, get hard!

Xu Shengjie used to play amateur soccer a lot in his past life.

When I'm not sick, I play at least two games a month.

My skill level is amateur!

But the Swedes on the other side are pretty much the same.

Moreover, his physical condition improved dramatically after his rebirth.

Taller, stronger, more powerful, and with more stamina, he positioned himself in the back half position after the whistle blew.

He lacks long passes and his technique is so-so; he can control the ball and kick it long, but that's about it.

The key is good physical strength, which allows you to sweep through everything.

The Swedish player, Liam, initially focused on Xu Shengjie's breakthroughs, but he was knocked off balance by Xu's collisions and couldn't hold onto the ball at all.

After suffering a few setbacks, Liam became smarter.

He started bypassing Xu Shengjie and causing trouble for other people.

It must be said that these Swedes are indeed fast runners, and their technique is so-so; overall, they are slightly better than this ragtag team. But not by much; the two sides were basically evenly matched, and the game was at least very exciting to watch.

Meanwhile, Zhou Wenqiong and others on the sidelines acted as cheerleaders, shouting encouragement.

Meanwhile, the onlookers were also quite interested, commenting and gossiping about the people on the field.

The first twenty minutes were uneventful.

Many people found it boring, and even Michelle Tafuya lost interest.

Americans are impatient; after twenty minutes without scoring a single goal, they quickly lost interest.

Indeed, what suits Americans best are sports like basketball, where you score several goals in a minute and get over ten points, or intense, competitive sports like American football. Ice hockey isn't bad either; playing a hockey game after a fight is quite fun.

Overall, football, a sport where you can go for several tens of minutes without scoring a single goal, is really not to the liking of Americans.

This is probably why soccer has never been able to surpass the four major ball sports in the United States.

Its status is even lower than that of baseball.

Even with countless world-class stars coming to help, it has remained half-dead and has never truly entered the mainstream.

Xu Shengjie, on the other hand, played with great enjoyment.

This body's physical condition is fucking amazing!

It's unclear whether it was due to the original owner's good foundation or the changes brought about by his transmigration.

Anyway, he can run, he can steal, he can block, and he can even predict the enemy's moves occasionally. In the area he defends, the Swedes can't gain an advantage.

He has fought against Liam and has also clashed with Golan several times.

Overall, Xu Shengjie's physical condition gave him the upper hand.

But as the Swedes began to avoid Xu Shengjie, the situation gradually changed.

Especially on Wang Dajun's side, it was almost like a funnel... The Swedes' attacks were always accurate, forcing Xu Shengjie to shift his focus to the flanks.

The Swedes seemed to have also spotted Wang Dajun's weakness and took turns exploiting it.

"Your Majesty, sweep him away!"

Chen Jiu shouted loudly, but Wang Dajun remained polite and did not change his attitude.

Gong Xue and the others also got anxious and started spewing vulgarities, even bringing up traditional Chinese culture... Meanwhile, the neighbors from Chinatown who came to watch the fight started cursing loudly.

"You bastard, you take the lead!"

"Stay close, Ah Jie, let's make that slope go down."

The atmosphere in the stadium began to stir.

Meanwhile, having obtained the material, Michelle prepared to shift her focus and look for new news material.

But it was at this moment that Goran successfully broke through Wang Dajun, delivered a cross, and a black-haired boy with incredible speed followed up in the middle, then smashed the ball into the goal with a fierce header.

The Swedes immediately cheered.

"Zitanra, what a beautiful goal!"

"Kid, you're a star in Malmö. Just keep playing like that and crush these Chinese guys."

"Zitanra, good shot!"

A group of burly Scandinavian men cheered and jumped for joy around the nearly 1.8-meter-tall boy, while the freckled Swedish boy showed an arrogant expression. He even ran up to Xu Shengjie and made a squinting gesture.

Xu Shengjie's expression immediately changed.

Golan quickly ran over and pulled Ztan behind him.

"Brother, he's still young and doesn't understand what this means, so don't take it to heart."

However, a fierce glint flashed in Xu Shengjie's eyes.

He stared at Ztanla without saying a word, then pointed at him with his finger before turning and leaving.

The competition became intense.

That kid Zitanra is clearly professionally trained; his skills and physical abilities far surpass those of the others.

But perhaps because Golan reminded him, he didn't do anything afterward and didn't try to attack Xu Shengjie's area.

Even so, Wang Dajun's big funnel was breached one after another.

Finally, Xu Shengjie couldn't hold back any longer and shouted at Tommy, "Keep an eye on that Swedish kid. If he dares to break through, cripple him."

After saying that, he ran towards the side road.

"Golan, watch out!"

Someone reminded Golan, who was making a breakthrough.

He had just broken through Wang Dajun and was preparing to go to the bottom when he heard his teammate's reminder. He tensed up and was about to react when Xu Shengjie rushed over like a gust of wind and made a fierce impact, sending Golan flying.

Golan fell onto the track and rolled several times before regaining his balance.

At the same time, the referee blew his whistle!

Even if the referee was one of his own, he had no choice but to call such an obvious foul by Xu Shengjie!

He rushed over and showed a yellow card.

Xu Shengjie ignored him, rushed up to Wang Dajun, and pushed him to the ground with both hands.

Then he straddled Wang Dajun and roared, "Football is not about life or death, football is above life and death. You fucking bitch, be tougher! Your ancestors made us cower for a hundred years, it's already 1994, and you're still kneeling? Why didn't you tackle him just now? Why didn't you foul him? Are you fucking that afraid of these foreigners? If you don't want to play, get off the field. You bitches are only ruthless to your own people."

Wang Dajun's expression immediately changed.

He stared wide-eyed at Xu Shengjie, his eyes revealing shock and fear.

Fear, real fear!

Cheng had told him that Xu Shengjie was involved in organized crime and had a gun.

But I was more shocked. How did he know my background?

"Jeff, it's not that bad, it's not that bad, it's just one ball."

Chen Jiu rushed over and grabbed Xu Shengjie.

Hu Jun, standing to the side, frowned slightly, looking at Xu Shengjie with some dissatisfaction, but more so with disdain for Wang Dajun's weakness.

That's right, he was also a member of the Qing ethnic group, and even belonged to the Bordered Yellow Banner!

Zhang Ping'an reached out and put his arm around Hu Jun's shoulder. "This guy is an old servant? That makes sense."

They only dare to be fierce to their own people; when they see foreigners, they cower like quails! At least their ancestors had some backbone back then, otherwise our ancestors wouldn't have been treated like pigs and transported to Jinshan… Old Hu, that kick wasn't bad.”

Hu Jun forced a laugh but said nothing.

"Can you play or not? If you can't, get off the field and let the real men play."

Wang Dajun, enraged, shouted, "A bunch of barbarians! I never wanted to kick them in the first place!"

With that, he got up, turned around, and left.

"Bring a real man here. If you don't have balls, don't come up here."

Wang Dajun walked to the sidelines and glared angrily at Xu Shengjie.

Zhou Wenqiong was eager to try her hand at the game on the sidelines, seemingly wanting to go on the field and give it a shot.

However, Gong Xue stopped her and said softly, "Don't go over there. The King is furious right now. If you go up there, it'll be like slapping him in the face. This guy spent four years at NYU and has some connections. Don't let him get ostracized by their circle."

At that moment, a man in his early thirties walked over.

He was wearing a jersey and black-rimmed glasses.

"Wu Weidong, an international student in the Physics Department at Columbia University, you can also call me Vincent."

"Go on stage!"

Xu Shengjie beckoned him up.

"Vincent, you're playing full-back. If anyone dares to break through your defense, you better be tough."

Don't worry!

This is an unfamiliar name, and an unfamiliar person.

However, Xu Shengjie was unaware that the man in front of him was a doctoral student who would one day join Deutsche Bank on Wall Street.

It has opened up a path for Chinese science students to "study" and "enter Wall Street".

The game restarted, and Goran returned to the field looking disheveled.

He looked a bit disheveled, but it was only superficial injuries. Xu Shengjie hadn't really hurt him.

However, the boy named Ztanra looked at him with a fierce gaze, as if he was eager to try.

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