106: Shoot directly! Old Deng, watch closely.

After a short break, Lin Pei went to Bliss's team to receive guidance.

Bliss had just turned off his "Repeating Sea Bull" mode and was still a bit excited.

In his forty-odd years of life, he had never seen someone with such powerful leg strength.

Dragon Country's Kung Fu is truly impressive.

However, leg strength is just one aspect; as a soccer player, one also needs incredible endurance.

Most importantly, one must remain sharp and have a strong sense of direction for precise passing and shooting.

He wondered how Lin Pei would perform in these areas.

With the boost of such power, as long as he passed in other areas, his strength would already be formidable.

Bliss quickly explained the various rules and techniques of soccer, already impatient to see Lin Pei's demonstration.

Everyone was also a bit curious; this guy's leg strength was unrivaled, but they didn't know if his accuracy was stable.

Soccer isn't just about power; it's a test of comprehensive ability.

After listening to Bliss's guidance, Lin Pei placed the ball on the ground, preparing to shoot directly from several meters away.

Bliss shook his head, finding it utterly absurd.

"Lin, you need to take it step by step like I just taught you. Shooting from this far away won't work."

Everyone else shook their heads in unison.

"Big Bro's leg strength is good, but he's being too headstrong. There are so many Extra players on the other side, and I heard the goalkeeper is a professional too. He's just going for it?"

"With Big Bro's strength, won't he kick the ball and kill someone?"

"Holy crap, now that you mention it, I'm actually a bit worried those guys might get killed by him."

"Whether he kills someone or the ball gets blocked, he won't be able to score in the end anyway."

"Yeah, it's too difficult. Unless Big Bro's shot is outrageously fast, accurate, and ruthless, and even has its own steering function."

"..."

Lin Pei was originally considering whether to follow Bliss's advice and practice those common soccer techniques.

But then he heard a long sigh beside him as Bliss muttered to himself.

"Sigh, as expected, no matter how good the leg strength is, it's useless. Dragon Country people's soccer skills just aren't up to par."

???

Provoking Dragon Country's skills? Lin Pei couldn't tolerate that.

He smiled.

"Bliss, we have a saying in Dragon Country: 'It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat; as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat.'"

"We don't need those techniques; we just need to win."

Bliss was puzzled.

"Lin, I don't understand."

"How can you win without technique?"

Lin Pei raised his foot.

"Watch closely, Old Geezer."

Bliss asked in confusion.

"Lin, what does 'Old Geezer' mean?"

Lin Pei explained in English.

"Oh, 'Old Geezer' means 'handsome guy'."

Bliss chuckled twice.

"Wow, thanks for the compliment."

"You're very handsome too, Lin."

After being complimented, Bliss's praise seemed a bit more sincere.

He lowered his voice slightly.

"So, Lin, I don't want to see you make a fool of yourself."

Lin Pei patted Bliss on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Old Geezer, I won't."

After saying that, he raised his foot, and with a "bang," the ball flew out.

A moment later, the ball appeared in the distance, a precise goal.

!!!

The opposing players and the goalkeeper remained in their positions to catch the ball, frozen in place.

What happened?

There was only one person on the other side, and this whole group of them couldn't catch a single ball?

And they were clearly prepared, watching Lin Pei raise his foot, but they still didn't see how the ball flew past them!

That's so freaking weird.

Does this ball know its own way? Does it turn?

While the Extra players were questioning their lives, the watching actors were also stunned.

"Am I seeing things? Did Big Bro really just score directly?"

"I want to ask too, he just kicked it over so effortlessly?"

"It's real! Big Bro is too awesome!"

"Holy cow, how is this possible? Is Big Bro from Mars?"

To the side, Stephen Chow snacked on melon seeds, equally excited but not surprised.

"Ahahaha, didn't expect that, did you?"

"Big Bro is just that amazing!"

"It's just ten meters; Big Bro could kick it eight hundred meters without a problem."

Over there, Bliss even put on his reading glasses.

"Lin, this... this..."

"You just kicked it over like that?"

"No, kick it again for me. It was too fast just now; I didn't see it clearly."

"Maybe our players weren't ready yet."

Everyone heard this and agreed.

It really was possible those players weren't ready yet.

Otherwise, why didn't a single person block it?

The key was that they didn't see any of these people even attempt a blocking motion.

Now those players were even more certain.

Right, they just weren't ready.

If they did it again, with so many of them, they definitely couldn't let someone just score with a single kick like that.

Stephen Chow shook his head.

"Why bother?"

"Kick it a few more times and I guarantee you'll question your lives even more!"

Lin Pei raised an eyebrow, expressing his understanding.

After some actors from the Film Crew brought him a few more balls, he raised his foot again.

"I'll kick it again."

"Watch closely this time, Old Geezer."

Bliss pushed up his reading glasses, visibly becoming nervous.

Not only did he stare intently at the ball at Lin Pei's feet, ready to watch carefully.

But he also loudly reminded the players on the field.

"Old Geezers, he's about to kick! Get ready!"

A group of young men on the field all looked over at once, and Bliss suddenly felt a wave of murderous intent.

He was somewhat confused.

Hiss.

He felt these people weren't as friendly as the Big Bro next to him.

In an instant, everyone nervously stared at the ball at Lin Pei's feet.

They felt like they could hear their own breathing.

Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, they saw that foot finally lift.

Many people's expressions changed, showing the aftereffects of an adrenaline surge—some flushing red, others turning pale.

In front, under everyone's watchful eyes, that foot touched the ball... and suddenly dropped again.

????

Everyone's brows furrowed in unison.

They felt like their hearts were about to stop.

Lin Pei squatted down.

"Sorry, just tying my shoelaces."

"..."

The team of players was speechless.

Is he lacking confidence this time and starting to play tricks?

The actors also began to doubt.

"Wait, Big Bro's performance isn't unstable, is it?"

"Was that just a lucky kick earlier?"

Stephen Chow shook his head and sighed.

"You guys still don't understand Big Bro."

"Big Bro's foot is as steady as Mount Tai!"

By this time, Lin Pei had finished tying his laces and gave everyone a signal.

While the opposing players were wondering if he had any more tricks, he had already kicked the ball.

By the time everyone snapped out of it, the ball had already scored.

The players were stunned again.

Holy crap, another direct goal?

How did the ball get past??

It was way too fast; it didn't give them any time to react at all!

Bliss began to wipe his reading glasses.

His eyes were really playing tricks on him; he couldn't have seen it wrong, right?

Lin Pei saw that it seemed everyone still hadn't seen it clearly.

He was very patient and offered to kick a few more times.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With a few crisp bangs, Lin Pei fired several shots in quick succession, and several balls were kicked out one after another.