Li Xiu nodded, stood up, walked over, and took the jersey handed over by the injured boy, putting it on himself.
Soon enough, these youngsters discovered that although this young man seemed quite solid, his soccer skills were terrible. His ball control was unstable, his passing inaccurate, and his shooting absolutely dreadful. There was one instance where the captain tricked the goalkeeper and passed the ball to his feet, but even when he was facing an open goal nearby, he still managed to miss it.
The team members were all frustrated, and just as the captain was thinking about how to ask that big brother to step off the field without hurting his self-esteem, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
The captain turned his head and immediately widened his eyes in disbelief and joy: "You… You are the number one swordsman in the world, Jing… Jing…"
The man put a finger to his lips in a gesture of silence towards the captain, then gently said, "May I take your place and play?"
