121: Go to the competition and crush them!
Next door, when the Dragon Country Team members came in, Lin Pei was rehearsing with other actors.
Listening to the request from this team member, he was quite puzzled.
"Huh? Why look for me for a match?"
The team member scratched his head.
"They want to play against the best football player in Dragon Country."
"Besides, we just played, and we didn't score a single goal..."
"..."
Lin Pei sighed.
To be honest, every time he heard about the national team's match results, he instinctively felt a bit frustrated.
It felt like they had already lost miserably last time, yet next time they could still shatter everyone's expectations and lose even more miserably.
But he was an actor; he couldn't play matches for them every day.
In other areas, however, he could help a bit.
For example, giving them a kick to improve their physique.
He rolled up the script in his hand and spoke earnestly.
"Sorry, I'll pass on the match. I'm just an actor and need to rehearse."
"But I really can help you enhance your physique, significantly improving your stamina, endurance, and coordination."
"By then, defeating those strong European Teams will be a piece of cake."
The team member reacted immediately.
It seemed Brother Lin was still obsessed with kicking them.
He instinctively took a step back.
"No... no need, Brother Lin."
With Lin Pei's kicking power, getting kicked by him would definitely hurt like hell.
And who would believe that a single kick could suddenly improve all sorts of physical abilities?
It was obviously a scam.
It would be lucky if he didn't kick them into disability.
Lin Pei was helpless.
Were these people that afraid of being kicked?
Couldn't they be a bit brave, trust him once, and let him try a kick?
You know, when rivals meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins; brave people enjoy the world first.
But even if he really wanted to help, he couldn't just kick them without their consent.
Cough... what if the kick went wrong, who would be responsible?
Lin Zicong, not far away, suddenly sidled over and skillfully opened his coat to the team member.
"Buddy, I have Happy Water here for two hundred a can. To tell you the truth, it also has the effect of rapidly enhancing physique."
"Because it goes directly into the body, the effect might be even more powerful than Big Brother's."
Lin Pei's eyes widened.
Powerful, my ass.
Fine.
With that one sentence, this guy had completely categorized him as part of a scam duo.
The team member had more wits than their coach; his face now bore the expression of someone who had encountered a scammer.
"No thanks, it's too expensive."
"Besides, this looks no different from ordinary Happy Water."
Lin Zicong rolled his eyes and went back to where he was.
The team member then asked again.
"Brother Lin, you're really not going to compete?"
Before Lin Pei could answer, a loud voice rang out.
"Compete! Why wouldn't we?"
Lin Pei turned to look; the speaker was Stephen Chow, who had just returned from a horse-stance competition with Bliss.
Stephen Chow hopped over to Lin Pei's side.
"Big Brother, actually our Film Crew's training schedule isn't that tight."
"How about we go next door first and crush those European Teams?"
"They are too arrogant!"
He frowned, suddenly looking indignant.
"I just heard from the actors in the crew that Messi publicly belittled our Dragon Country in the locker room."
"He said Dragon Country's football is a hundred years behind Europe, and it's almost impossible for it to ever rise!"
The Dragon Country Team member seemed used to such talk and even nodded upon hearing it.
"Based on our current level, what he said actually makes some sense."
Lin Pei looked at him with great amazement, and that feeling of frustration rose again.
He really wanted to give him a kick without his consent.
Stephen Chow rolled his eyes at him and then looked at Lin Pei.
"Big Brother, can you swallow this insult?"
Seeing Lin Pei nod, Stephen Chow looked sorrowful.
"No way, Big Brother, you can really swallow it?"
Lin Pei put down the script.
"I agree, I'll compete with them."
"Swallow what? I'll just take my anger out on them in a bit."
Stephen Chow's face changed instantly, his grin almost reaching his ears.
"Great! Big Brother is mighty!"
The team member was also overjoyed and eagerly led the way to the training ground to face the European players... meanwhile, Dragon Country media personnel were already in position.
Non-professional personnel who came with the European players also picked up their equipment and started international live streams.
A day later, netizens entering the live stream room were startled.
"Whoa, the Streamer's IP is in Dragon Country, why do I see Ronaldo?"
"Ronaldo comes to Dragon Country every now and then to eat duck, seeing him is normal... Holy crap, it's not just Ronaldo..."
"You guys see it too? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. These people... even the World Cup isn't this complete!"
"Even Old Bei is here, what's going on?"
"The Streamer put text on top, saying they came as a group to challenge the field."
"Oh right, that video of the Japanese Team admitting defeat seems to have gone viral overseas. They probably couldn't accept the Japanese Team Members' claim that someone was a hundred years ahead of Europe, so they came to challenge together."
"Look, Brother Lin is here. As long as he's there, we feel safe."
"But the level of the Japanese Team can't be compared with these European Teams. I wonder what the result will be."
"Sorry Brother Lin, although you're great, in my heart Ronaldo is always number one!"
"Brother Lin has it hard. None of our national football players can fight; he's facing so many people alone."
"..."
Inside the field.
The European players didn't even blink when they saw Lin Pei enter because they didn't take him seriously at all.
After all, they heard this guy was only slightly better than the players just now, basically a trash player.
After Lin Pei was told the 1v1 rules, he shook his head directly.
The netizens in the live stream were confused and couldn't help speculating.
"Whoa, Brother Lin isn't going to admit defeat directly, is he?"
"It looks like he's realized the difficulty of this matter."
"It was unfair anyway. If Brother Lin admits defeat, we can understand."
"Go Brother Lin, you can do it!"
On the scene, the European players asked Lin Pei.
"Mr. Lin, is there a problem?"
Lin Pei smiled.
"1v1 takes too much time. How about this, let's follow the old rules."
"Me against all of you. One match to decide the winner."
The European players were all stunned.
What did he mean?
Did they hear correctly? This guy wants to take on all of them alone?
With his level, who gave him the confidence?
Or is he just trying to be mysterious and bluff them?
The netizens' heads spun.
"What? Not only did Brother Lin not admit defeat, he wants to challenge everyone on the scene at once?"
"Whoa, what is Brother Lin doing? Won't the chances of winning be even smaller this way?"
"Uh, actually Brother Lin's logic is correct. Instead of being tormented over and over, it's better to get it over with quickly..."