December 21, 2012.

Early in the morning.

This is the end of the world prophecy. The world will enter darkness for three consecutive days, with geomagnetic reversal, huge planets crashing into the earth, earthquakes, tsunamis, landslides, volcanoes erupt, thousands of beasts rushing, mice are king, zombies are everywhere... All kinds of imaginable disasters completely destroy the entire human civilization.

Long Shute had just finished watching the lottery ceremony. He, Muller, Cross and other teammates sent text messages to each other to communicate their feelings, and then prepared to turn off the TV and fall asleep, but a bright meteor flashed across the night sky outside the hotel window.

A sudden "buzz" sounded in his mind, and an indescribable light seemed to appear in front of him.

"What the hell?"

He couldn't help but frown and sat up again.

The cold electronic synthesizer sound really appeared:

"You have a chance to choose a regular skill, do you check it out?"

Long Shute was stunned:

"Regular skills? Is it a reward for winning the Club World Cup championship?"

“…”

The electronic synthesized sound is rarely hesitant for a moment, and then hesitate to give an explanation:

"This is your reward for breaking the annual goal record, because the AI ​​in the world has gone to resist the end of the world before, so it's a few days late..."

Long Shute laughed out loud:

"Why is there a reward for breaking an irrelevant record? And there is no reward for winning the Supreme Golden Globes and the Best European Player? Do you think my IQ would believe this explanation?"

“…What a stupid human!”

The system sprayed it back without any mercy:

"Since you can even accept things like traveling through time, rebirth and system, why do you doubt other settings?"

This time it was Long Shute's turn to be stunned. He thought for a long time before he realized... the system was right.

He had no choice but to smile bitterly:

"Okay, I'm wrong. You are the system and you're the biggest. What do you say is what... What ability should I reward me this time? Could it be because I came to Japan, so you can help me turn on the football teenager system or kill football? For example, Tiger shot, B-shaped draw, Armstrong cyclone particle cannon?"

"What are those things?"

The ignorant system actually asked a question.

Long Shute shrugged:

"I was wrong again. I shouldn't tell you a joke, just tell me."

"This is such a boring joke."

The system seemed to have sniffed:

“You can choose one of the following three daily skills:

First, the peach blossom’s natal, as the name suggests, will become a master of flirting with girls, and your whole body exudes an aura of attracting the opposite sex. You can force a designated opposite sex to make her favorable to you to a full value. Even if she is married, she will resolutely join your arms, and can only be used once per year."

Long Shute opened his mouth, what is this?

Just listen to the system continues

"Secondly, the Dragon Divine Holy Light, you will have the most incredible recovery ability, which can restore any creature to its healthiest state. Similarly, it can only be used once per natural year and cannot be used continuously on the same creature.

Third, Tao Yi in the world, you will have investment vision comparable to Gates and Buffett, and you will easily gain wealth that is as rich as a country. Even if you leave the football world, you can still become a world-renowned boss with no time limit."

Long Shute looked at the third skill and immediately got ready to go:

"Where is the editor? I'm going to change to the urban category. I'll give me a recommendation!"

The electronic synthesized sound still responded coldly:

"What's this a cold joke? Tell me your choice."

Long Shu spread his hands:

"Does this still need a choice? This is the football world, and money and women don't seem to be that important in this world."

The system "beeps" sounded a few times, and then Long Shute saw a light flashing in his mind:

"Very good, you chose the second one, I hope you can use this ability carefully, and the usage methods and precautions will be taught to you later, goodbye."

Long Shute rolled his eyes.

goodbye.

-

After dawn the next day, Long Shute did not fly to the United States as planned to meet Emma, ​​but temporarily changed the ticket and boarded the flight to Munich.

He can only use it once a year, and he can't waste this skill.

On the plane, he focused on studying how to use the "Dragon Divine Holy Light", which made him complain again: This system is really weak, even a skill is so troublesome!

The person being treated must reach a friendly level of more than 90, and what makes him speechless is that if the skills are truly effective, the two must spend more than 4 hours in a row! Any disturbance during this period is considered a failure!

-

"Hi, Holger, I hope I didn't disturb you."

When Longshut appeared at Badstuber's home, the latter's surprise was obviously beyond words.

"Ah, oh, uh... dragon? Why are you here?"

Bud didn't know what to use to face his teammates.

Long Shute smiled and took out the Club World Cup championship trophy he borrowed from the club and placed it gently on the head of the bed:

"I took him to see you."

"Thank you, thank you, Long."

Bud was not a player known for his words. He reached out to touch the trophy, and tears actually appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you for coming to visit him..."

Bard's mother handed Long Shute a cup of black tea, but her eyebrows were filled with pity.

Bard's father was once a low-ranking player. It is said that he had a good personal relationship with Bayern's assistant coach Hermann Grande, so he was able to transfer his son from Stuttgart youth team to Bayern. However, when Bard finally got the first team recruitment and became a professional player, Bard, the old man died of cancer a month later.

"Horge is my friend, madam, I hope I can help him..."

Long Shute comforted the mother and son:

"How was the previous surgery?"

Bud shook his head slightly, looking depressed:

"This is only the first surgery, and I have to continue to follow up and observe. If the recovery is not ideal, I may need to transplant part of the tissue on my knee. The doctor said that it will take at least half a year to resume training, and all the competitions of this season... don't have to think about it."

He did not tell Long Shute all the results of the doctor - even if the transplant was successful, multiple steel nails would be inserted into his legs and knees, and his explosive power and flexibility would not be able to return to his peak state, which would seriously affect his career!

He didn't want to tell his teammates because he didn't want to see the pity and sympathy in his teammates' eyes again.

Although Long Shute is the absolute core of Bayern and the best player in the world, Badstuber doesn't want to see such a look.

"Madam, I have a very reckless request," Long Shute nodded slightly to Bard's mother, "I want to chat with Holger alone. Can I spend some time here tonight?"

No matter where he was, his request would seem abrupt, but the hostess still agreed to him and retreated.

Long Shute locked the bedroom door from the inside, and then sat down again in Bud's surprised gaze:

"Do you remember how many times did I predict the number of goals for Mario Gomez last season?"

Bud nodded:

"Of course, that's a magical divination."

But Long Shute suddenly got to know another thing:

"By the way, have you heard of Chinese Kung Fu?"

Although Bud was a little strange, he answered his question honestly:

"Of course, Bruce Lee and Jack Chen are both world-renowned movie stars..."

Long Shute smiled:

"In fact, for most Europeans and Americans, China has always been a mysterious country. We have an independent set of languages ​​and texts, and various things that are difficult to explain in Western science, such as Kung Fu, Qigong, Traditional Chinese Medicine, Divination, and Feng Shui."

Although Bud didn't understand why he was talking about these things, he nodded slightly.

Long Shute slowly turned back to the topic:

"I know a Chinese medicine expert who is very good at recovering from injuries, so I want to ask him to treat you, but I am worried that you will have resistance to traditional medicine in our country, so I will ask you those questions just now."

As a traditional German who grew up in science, Bard's disapproving expression immediately revealed his true thoughts about traditional Chinese medicine, but perhaps to take care of his friends' face, he said tactfully:

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm just worried that your treatment will conflict with the treatment I'm receiving..."

"It makes sense," Long Shute did not insist, "then, I will check your current physical condition and then tell him. After your second surgery is completed, I will consider asking him to help you recover."

This time, Bud did not refuse directly, but he just responded: "I will consider it, thank you."
To be continued...