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

Chapter 403 Aliens from All Walks of Life Gather at the Soccer Match
Shui Ren He Ping calmly pointed to the discard list on the table and said, "Let's choose him, number 7 winger, Romero."

He smiled slightly, looking confident and assured.

KK pointed aggressively at the name on the list: "Then I've decided on her! Selena, the water bottle manager!"

"Eh?"

He Ping looked shocked: "Aren't you going to play football?"

"I'll pass. I don't have the confidence. It's better for the Earthlings to do it themselves. I'll just manage everyone's water cups."

"Then what was the purpose of that powerful finger strike just now?"

"I think the atmosphere has been built up to this point, so we need to create some momentum."

“I understand, that’s your way of boosting morale, and I’m inspired.”

KK looked confused: "Did I?"

"You may not realize it, but your unintentional actions can actually inspire us."

KK was beaming with joy after being praised.

He Ping smiled and looked at the pineapple-headed boy beside him: "And you?"

With a determined look in his eyes, Pineapple Head pointed at Manelli's name: "I'm going to choose him!"

KK silently moved his finger to the person accompanying him—David, the towel manager.

Under the surprised gaze of the pineapple-headed man, He Ping said with satisfaction, "Very good. This position is perfect for you."

"But I want to play football."

"No, you don't want to. Football is a team sport, and every role in the team is essential. Everyone should be in their own position so that the team can play its greatest role."

Pineapple Head asked, puzzled, "My main role is to hand out towels?"

He Ping gripped Pineapple Head's hand tightly: "That's right. But it's not just that. Handing over a towel conveys warmth and comfort. When players come off the field exhausted and need a rest, seeing your bright smile and receiving a warm, comfortable towel from you will wash away all their fatigue. Seeing you gives the players the motivation to persevere! This position is rightfully yours!"

Pineapple Head couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed He Ping's hand and said excitedly, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

KK, watching from the sidelines, looked on with delight: "It feels so good to be teammates with He Ping. I used to suffer so much with Nini. I hope Nini stays in prison for a few more years."

Finally, only Mud, standing to the side, remained. He mimicked a large fat man, making the mud piled on his body look like thick layers of fat.

This suggestion was made by He Ping.

Previously, he would mimic a skinny person, looking like a pool of melting, rotten flesh, which always terrified people.

This time, by changing his appearance, not only did no one suspect him, but people always made way for him.

He really loved He Ping too much.

"He Ping, what role should I play? Whatever you ask me to do, I will do it."

He Ping smiled slightly: "You are my secret weapon. This time, you just need to be yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"We'll know when the time comes."

-

A small town in France.

At Old John's Burger on 17th Street, a group of people of different builds and ages gathered together.

The oldest among them already has gray hair.

The heaviest one was estimated to weigh 250 pounds, with a thick belly that looked like a yoga ball stuck in front of the table, and a large double chin that hid his neck.

"Why haven't the other five arrived yet? The match against the other teams from Royal Universe Tower is coming up soon, and they're not showing any enthusiasm at all."

"We're about to play against the other teams from Royal Cosmic Tower, and just thinking about it makes me excited!"

Everyone hugged their hamburgers and shouted excitedly, as if what was about to happen was not a game, but a carnival.

The big fat guy, Mori, excitedly said, "I absolutely have to exchange jerseys with Manelli! I love him the most! He's my idol!"

"Your jersey could be used as a duvet cover for Manelli!" Everyone burst into laughter, filling the restaurant with a cheerful atmosphere.

At the end of the street, five strange people were walking on the asphalt road.

The leader was a burly Black man with a buzz cut, who looked like a fitness instructor. He was about 180 cm tall, which wasn't considered tall among Black people on the streets of France.

The second person was particularly strange. He was a young white man with a youthful appearance, around 20 years old, thin, and of medium height. However, his walking posture was extremely bizarre; he would walk like a model, and he was dressed in women's clothing, wearing a bright silver silk slip dress, with his black breasts faintly visible, making it unbearable to look at.

Do you really have to dress like this?

"Isn't it pretty, meow?"

"You should at least pay attention to gender! This guy named Steve is a man!"

Dailu shook her finger: "No, no, no, aesthetics shouldn't be limited by gender, meow. Steve also has the right to wear a skirt, meow. Instead of me, you should take care of the others behind me, meow."

Behind her followed a short, white man who crawled on all fours, his steps agile, like a cheetah in the mountains.

“Shark Baby, stand up.”

The white man obediently did as he was told.

"How many times have I told you? Walk upright."

"I couldn't help it. My knees really weren't used to it."

"Just don't do that on the court."

"I try my best."

Following behind Shark was Milia, who was impersonating a handsome Asian man with long hair, fair skin, and pigeon-toed gait. She walked slowly, attracting the attention of many passing men.

One man even came up to her and said, "Hey, you're the most beautiful Asian girl I've ever seen."

“I’m a man.” Milia’s rough, husky voice immediately scared the other person away.

The man awkwardly stroked his beard, then turned to see Delulu's retreating figure: "This beautiful lady, I wonder if it would be possible—"

Delulu turned around happily, but when the other person saw her stubble and the chest hair that was faintly visible through the neckline of her sundress, she was so frightened that she ran away with her head in her hands.

He ran while shouting, "I'm not discriminating! I'm just so ashamed of your beauty!"

Li Ji watched the man's retreating figure and sighed, "What a strong will to survive."

At the back of the group, and the one who worried Li Ji the most, was Mang Ershao.

He replaced the team's striker, Benny, a strong, bearded Arab who was also a high school physical education teacher.

However, he clearly hadn't adapted to the habit of keeping his spine straight while walking.

His pigeon-toed stance and extreme hunchback made him look like a seventy-year-old man.

His constantly sticking-out tongue made him look like an old pervert.

The strangest thing was his arms, which were constantly flailing about in the air, and it was unclear what he was grabbing for.

Li Ji quickly went over and straightened his back.

"Remember, keep your back straight, otherwise it'll be hard for people to believe you're a football player. Also, what are you grabbing at like that?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the other person grabbed Li Ji's nose and pinched it.

"Sorry. I'm not used to this robotic arm yet. I've never used my hands before, and I'm a little excited. I'll switch it to automatic mode. That way, it will move on its own."

Li Ji looked at the four rabble in front of him and sighed.

"Now we're going to rejoin our teammates. We must not give ourselves away and try our best to recreate the character."

He glanced at the grotesque burly man, the cross-dresser, the crawling uncle, and the little boy in front of him, and quickly changed his tune: "Don't scare them to death. Just make sure we get to play on that day. We'll probably be training in a bit, so I hope everyone takes it seriously and doesn't give anything away."

"no problem."

The group entered the restaurant and said to the waiting team members, "Hi, we're late."

(End of this chapter)