"Ding! You resolved a team crisis and helped the Head Coach resolve a potential management conflict. You've received a random gift pack."
"Ding! You've acquired a player-level skill, Fried Meatballs!"
It's here!
Fried Meatballs are here!
Lu Yang looked at this move, too excited to speak.
Basic skills, the simplest yet the hardest, every piece must be separate and must be covered with egg... oops, that's egg fried rice.
But the meaning is the same.
Once upon a time, Morici effortlessly bypassed two midfielders with a suave Fried Meatball, then raised his head, scanned forward, and made a handsome long pass.
The entire scene was picturesque.
And Lu Yang?
Either awkwardly backing into others and bouncing around, his footing unstable, even the commentators could only call it an irregular spin.
Or he would lay on the ground, supporting himself with one hand, protecting the ball by spinning, resembling a breakdancing boy, doing ground moves.
As the saying goes.
