He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 402 He Ping infiltrates the strongest team, plotting against Li Ji
In the time leading up to the Earth's kinematics research activity, everyone trained hard.

The young master practiced his dribbling moves day and night using football highlights, shouting as he practiced, "I did it! I did it!"

His obsession with the project worried his father that he had gone mad from too many failures, so he secretly sent someone to recommend several promising projects to the young master.

But the Second Young Master Mang insisted on not seeing anyone and went into seclusion to cultivate himself, all for the sake of exploring his path in football.

Every day, Sha Bao would kick a soccer ball in the school corridor, trying to control his strength to avoid killing all eleven people on the other side.

However, due to insufficient control of their strength, eleven students have already been hospitalized due to injuries.

Milia practices sticking to Tongtongtong every day. Her method is to stick her lower body to Tongtongtong's car body when Tongtongtong passes by her, and then be forced to drift along with Tongtongtong.

Or he might take the opportunity to stick close to Lee Ki, pretending that he is practicing defense.

Lee Ki chose to take on the role of goalkeeper.

Goalkeepers' skills require years of training and experience, making them one of the most experience- and intuition-dependent positions on the football field. As a result, a goalkeeper's peak career often comes later than other positions, but their careers are also longer.

A semi-professional team's goalkeeper would be a sieve against Manelli, the world's best striker from the other teams of the Royal Cosmic Towers. If the opponent takes it seriously, scoring more than a dozen goals would not be a problem.

Although I haven't received any goalkeeping training, with the Barbaradu aliens' reaction speed far exceeding that of Earthlings, their flexible and versatile arm span, and their hands that can hold the ball for 100%, I'm definitely better than a semi-professional goalkeeper.

These days he often trains with Shark Baby as a goalkeeper.

Despite Shark's powerful shots, Li Ji always managed to catch the ball firmly.

Although he had no confidence in his makeshift team, after all, football is not just a sport that relies on physical ability; technique and tactics are indispensable. Expecting a few supermodels and aliens to defeat the world's number one team is simply a pipe dream.

But he cherishes the rare opportunity to compete against his idols and hopes to give his best in this mismatched battle.

He looked at the holographic poster on the wall of the room, which projected Manelli's heroic shot in the last World Cup.

"I'm setting off tomorrow, I'm so excited!"

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Earth, Spanish Super Football Stadium.

The stadium, which can hold 50,000 people, was exceptionally noisy. The stands were filled with red jerseys, forming a sea of ​​red. The away stands only occupied one-tenth of the space, making the small group of blue jerseys stand out.

However, the fans' enthusiasm and numbers were the opposite.

The Mediterranean Super Team fans, dressed in red jerseys, were deathly silent. Some had tears in their eyes, while others stormed out of their seats. In the tunnel of the stands, many fans began to leave.

Meanwhile, fans of the other teams, dressed in blue jerseys, linked arms and sang triumphant songs, their faces beaming with joy. They jumped and danced excitedly, celebrating the game that was about to end.

With the referee's final whistle, the match ended.

The scoreboard at the edge of the field showed a final score of 7-0.

The fact that Manelli scored five goals alone deeply stung the home fans.

A young white man wearing the number 10 jersey held a soccer ball in his hands, the wind blowing through his neat buzz cut, and a confident smile on his face.

Manelli walked through the players' tunnel and warmly shook hands with the fans on both sides.

He Ping, the Water Man, and his team members, disguised as staff members, followed Manelli.

He and his teammates returned to the locker room, where the players chatted and laughed, creating a very pleasant atmosphere.

"I thought the Mediterranean Super Team was so great. They only had 6 shots on goal the whole game, and I didn't even break a sweat."

The tall, white goalkeeper, number 1, Coudo, took off his gloves: "Didn't the media say they had a chance to beat us? In the end, they played such a big game. It seems we have no rivals in this year's Champions League."

Manelli took off his jersey, sat on the bench, and took a towel from his teammate.

"Don't let your guard down. The schedule ahead is complex and unpredictable. We need to take every game seriously." A teammate joked, "No wonder he's a potential World Player of the Year; his professionalism comes from self-discipline."

Manelli couldn't hold back his smile any longer.

"Keep it low-key. The award hasn't been presented yet. Nothing's settled, right? The world's best defender."

"You'd have to ask the world's best goalkeeper."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the locker room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The head coach, with a full head of white hair, walked in with a smile.

Everyone joked, "Hey, the world's number one coach has arrived."

"Stop this. This kind of flattery should be stopped."

After the coach finished speaking, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

"Today's match was fantastic; we proved to the world that we are the best team. Our next match is in three days in the Nations Cup, against an opponent called—"

He glanced down at the schedule, then asked the assistant coach, puzzled, "Why did you write down the takeout restaurants? Our players can't eat hamburgers."

"Boss, the team's name is the 17th Street Old John Hamburgers."

"I can't believe it has such a name."

"They're a semi-professional team. It's a miracle they even made it this far."

"In short, we will field our full starting lineup in the next match, so everyone be prepared."

An uproar erupted in the locker room.

Goalkeeper Cudo questioned, "Boss, they're a semi-professional team, we're the best. Why are we fielding our strongest lineup against them? We need to rest them; we have other games to play. Why not just send our substitutes? Honestly, even the youth team kids could thrash them."

The head coach sighed: "I didn't want to either, but this is the club's decision. The owner said that we signed some kind of commercial contract for this match. A wealthy businessman from the city where Hamburg is located is sponsoring this game, but the condition is that we have to field our full starting lineup. As you know, the team has been having some financial problems lately, and our salaries are just too high."

The world's number one defender, the burly black man Uru, muttered under his breath, "I never thought that other teams would have to play against semi-professional teams for such a small amount of money, even though we are the mighty Royal Cosmic Towers."

The head coach said with a smile, "The bonus is 1000 million euros."

Uru suddenly stood up: "Fight! Fight the semi-professionals!"

Manelli exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, you change your expression so quickly!"

“Brother, you don’t know, I have to support three thousand people in my whole village. We Africans have our own unique circumstances.”

There were still quite a few complaints in the locker room.

The prize money from a single match is certainly valuable, but getting injured playing against a third-rate team like this could affect your entire career.

Manelli changed his clothes, stood up holding the commemorative soccer ball, and said, "Since we've decided to play, let's not complain. We are the best team, and we will give our all in every game."

As soon as he finished speaking, the complaints stopped immediately. The current football king had spoken, and no one dared to object anymore.

Manelli walked out of the locker room, thinking to himself, "If I can score double digits in the next game, I can set another record. That would be awesome!"

After the team members left, four staff members tidied up the messy locker room.

"He Ping, do we really have to do this?"

"Give Li Ji a surprise."

(End of this chapter)