£86,000 is neither too much nor too little.
What truly excites Julian about this cold fight is that the information gap after rebirth is indeed accurate! This is also a test! In the future, if you encounter an unpopular game with a deep memory, you can still earn some pocket money from such a small game.
Of course, never be greedy. Engaging in such practices is like grabbing meat from a dealer's knife. The spinach company won't care about the small amounts of cold bets, as they make more money from the cold bets overall. However, if you bet large amounts greedily, you will be investigated and held accountable by the gaming company, even if it takes three times.
If nothing is found in the investigation, the gambling company will simply declare the bet invalid. Therefore, earning a small amount of pocket money is sufficient for the time being.
Julian cleared his mind of distractions and focused. Immediately, a cold system notification sounded in his thoughts:
"Reminder: The host's current system rating is: D-level."
Julian frowned slightly: D? Low-level junk? No way?
"This system rating is based on the host's comprehensive rating of various abilities. The host's current identity is a student, and the main ability is science knowledge."
Ah, I see. Julian understood that even though he had accumulated a lot of football training results since his rebirth, the proportion of football skills was still insufficient in the system's comprehensive evaluation.
"Reminder: When the host's personal rating is raised to C-level, the upper limit of picking up will remain the same, but the picking up range will be increased from 5 meters to 10 meters, and when the bubble is generated, the content of the bubble can be displayed in advance, and the bubble will have the mind picking function."
What the hell! Class C is not bad at all! Not only has the pick-up range been improved, but the content inside the bubbles can also be displayed in advance. Most importantly, you can use your mind to pick up bubbles in the air, which is very convenient and saves a lot of effort. This way, you don't need to pick up junk skills anymore.
But how do you upgrade?
"Reminder: To upgrade your host's personal rating to C-level, you must obtain and use 10 talent points. After reaching C-level, you can upgrade to B-level by obtaining and using 20 talent points, and then to A-level by obtaining and using 50 talent points."
What are talent points? And perfect bubbles? I've never picked them up!
"Reminder: Talent points can be obtained directly by collecting 100 points of negative emotions from a perfect bubble, or through professional training results. At D-level, you need to accumulate 100 hours of training results to convert 1 talent point."
Ah! I see now! So, the 10 hours of ball dribbling and 10 hours of lower body training I picked up before can be accumulated and converted into football talent points! If I want to exchange for 1 talent point, I need to pick up another 60 hours of training results.
What a clever system!
However, a perfect bubble with 100 negative emotional points is quite rare. It seems I really need to try it out with Sophie tonight.
Although I don't know why Sophie is so upset today, I hope she stays like this forever.
Julian had figured out the "personal rating" and had plans for the night. He decided to use the "Southern Football News" that he borrowed from Andrew.
In the past, Julian would not have bothered with football tabloids. But now, things are different. On Monday, the day after tomorrow, Julian will have a one-on-one duel with Rusty Stripe in front of the school team's coach.
This duel is crucial; he must win it and win it beautifully. Only by defeating Rusty Stripe can he have the chance to join the school team, which is a stepping stone to entering the football professional bubble more easily.
This is a crucial step in launching a football career.
With Julian's current ability, it's no problem to bounce the ball, but if he really wants to face Rusty Stripe on the court, he's probably still far behind.
It would be much easier to pick up the professional bubbles of professional players before Monday.
Julian's eyes were suddenly drawn to a piece of news: this Sunday, the renowned football star David Beckham will be shooting a Pepsi commercial at Southampton's famous sand dune beach, and the beach will be temporarily closed until the end of the commercial shoot.
Beckham coming to Southampton beach to shoot a commercial?
Could it be the one where he kicks a ball into a trash can from 40 meters away with his bare feet?
Julian's eyes lit up immediately!
A bold idea surfaced...
That night.
"Julian! It's time to eat!" Sally Turner called out gently.
"Coming, Aunt Sally." Julian washed his hands and took his seat.
Sophie sat opposite Julian, her pretty face still filled with resentment.
Seeing Sophie like this, Julian felt relieved.
100 negative emotion points, and it's all up to tonight!
"Sophie, have some lamb's kidney." Julian smiled as he pushed his own plate in front of her.
Sophie glared at Julian angrily. "I'm full!"
With that, Sophie stood up and stormed off to her room.
Andrew frowned. "That girl, she's getting more and more unruly! Julian offered her such a delicious lamb kidney, and she doesn't appreciate it. Julian, if you don't eat it, I will. It doesn't taste good when it's cold."
Julian hurriedly responded, "Uncle, you eat what you like."
Sally couldn't help but complain, "Sophie, she eats so little every time and stops. How will her breasts grow? She's already 17! When I was her age, I was already a D-cup!"
Julian focused on eating his mashed potatoes with mustard, not eager to get involved in this conversation.
"Mom!" Sophie shouted from the third floor, "I can hear what you're saying!"
Sally shot back, "So what if you hear it? Isn't it the truth? Your dad's chest is bigger than yours!"
"Ahh!" Sophie had clearly had enough.
Andrew blushed and continued to eat his lamb kidney pie in silence.
Julian almost spat out his rice:
Aunt Sally is still so fierce, double kill!
The openness of Western family dynamics is really something else!
After dinner, Julian went for a walk for an hour before returning to his room to wait patiently.
It was already midnight when he arrived.
Julian picked up his phone and sent a text to Sophie on the third floor: [Are you asleep?]
After a while, Sophie still hadn't responded.
Julian sighed, resigned to the fact that there might not be a game tonight.
The talent bubble with 100 negative emotion points really doesn't seem easy to get.
Just as Julian closed his eyes to sleep, his phone beside his pillow dinged——
Sophie: [Why?]