"The best player of the Chinese Super League in 2018... Wu Sanshi!"

"Course Xu is invited to present the awards..."

Wu Sanshi stood in front of the rostrum with a look of surprise:

"I think this is a very high honor! Thank you to all those who voted for me, thank you for your recognition of me, and thank my teammates! If there was no such a good team, I would not have won this honor! Just now, coach Xu Genbao made more demands on me, and I have more responsibilities. I hope to bring more glory to SIPG and the Chinese national football team in the future!!"

...

"The top scorer of the Chinese Super League in 2018... Wu Sanshi!"

Sanshi once again came to the stage to receive the award and delivered his speech on winning:

"Last year, if I could score all the Oscars passed to me, I would be the best scorer last year. The five or six-year-old kids and the seventies and eighties-year-old grandfather told me that I must win the best scorer this year. I felt the fans' expectations for me! Then..."

Xu Genbao held the rostrum with both hands and stared at Wu Sanshi seriously:

"Sanshi, you are 27 years old this year. You have also scored 27 goals this year. You are very lucky! I hope you will celebrate your birthday in three more years. At that time, in 2021, can we enter the World Cup!"

“…”

The award ceremony ends, and it is a celebration.

"Sanshi, come, let's go!"

"No, I'm almost drunk, I can't drink."

"Hey, let's go, let's go, I'm happy today, I must have a good time."

"Sanshi, it's done!"

"Done!"

"My brothers have found you two big girls tonight, so I can be full."

"The room cards have been left for you."

"Three stones..."

"uh-huh,"

"uh-huh,"

“good.”

“good.”

“very  good!”

“very  very  good!”

“come  on, Fark me…”

...

The picture is quite chaotic, and fragments of memory are constantly flipping in Sanshi's mind.

One of the awards is presented, one of the celebration banquet is held, one of the bed sheets is taken off, one of the beds are taken off...

"Idiot Wu Sanshi!"

"Idiot!"

"Idiot!"

"Go to Wu Sanshi, what about you! You won't even get in this single sword!"

"Damn, my old black dog can kick it in with one knife!"

"I'm so fucking China's No. 1 striker, I'm gonna!"

"I'm still the best scorer in the Chinese Super League, I'm gonna!"

"I haven't seen him score a one-on-one goal."

Wow,

Wow,

Wait.

Huge booing sounds all over the room.

"Idiot,"

"Idiot,"

"Idiot Wu Sanshi!"

...

"Damn it!"

With a shout, Wu Sanshi sat up from the bed. He was really awakened by the abuse of Chinese fans.

"You guys are so stupid!"

"Your whole family is a fool!"

At this time, he was already sweating profusely and exhausted.

After taking a few breaths, I looked at the surrounding environment.

Hey,

"Why is this place so familiar?"

"This room..."

His gaze continued to scan.

The room was very messy, with white and yellow toilet paper thrown on the ground, and all kinds of messy fast food boxes. How could it be so dirty?

"Dormitory of Chongming Base?"

"My grass, why did they pull me back here?"

Wu Sanshi couldn't figure it out, wasn't the dormitory already gone?

Damn, drinking too much will make you confused.

He quickly got out of bed and went to find the bathroom.

He was still a little unconscious at this time. After urinating, he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom...

ha?

Suddenly he was shocked.

A familiar and immature face in front of me was too blinking.

"This is a damn!"

"This is a damn!"

"Damn!"

"Having traveled through time? Isn't this what I was from more than ten years ago?"

"Can I go back to the past?"

He instantly remembered a football novel called "The No. 1, 2, 3, and 3" which was written by Dong Fangzhuo, the former China's No. 1 genius. Is it because he is now traveling back to the past just like the novel written?

ah……

He fell into a brief silence and suddenly felt very strange.

He hasn't seen the finale of that book yet. I wonder how Dong Fangzhuo was in the end, did he win nine Golden Globes? Did he lead the Chinese team to win the World Cup in the end? Did he return to Manchester United in the end?

A tingling sound...

"Binding the host Wu Sanshi."

"The host is 14 years and 10 months old and currently plays for the Shanghai East Asia Youth Team."

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the 'single-pole system'."

What the hell?

Wu Sanshi's mind felt a little explosive, and he suddenly felt a buzzing sound.

What host and what single-sword system?

Damn,

Did I even get a single-sword system?

In an instant, an interface immediately emerged in his mind.

"The current success rate of the host's single-player is 15%.

ha?

15%?
To be continued...