Chenlong has always liked to dream. In addition to daydreaming, he often dreams about himself and someone, or something. Chenlong himself feels that he is neurotic and is about to become stupid.
Since I was five years old, I have often dreamed. I can't see something that I can't see. There is no image, only ideas, which always appear in my dreams.
Whenever Chenlong reaches the peak of learning a skill, he will dream, but the dream is unclear and always confused and confused.
Tonight's dream was particularly clear, and there was actually a conversation.
"Don't learn from that kind of dregs and copy that inferior stuff. It's simply an insult to me." The voice was very proud and domineering, "Damn it, I've been in your body for thirteen years, why are you still like a bird?
I only gained fifteen seconds of physical strength, and I am completely disabled!"
"Who are you?" Chenlong asked in his dream.
"I'm not someone, call me Xing Lei, I specialize in copying football skills. I'm a thing, oh, I'm not a thing, I'm Xing Lei."
Chen Long was astonished in his sleep and couldn't figure out who was talking to him.
"I am an abstract concept. Let's put it this way, I am in your body, but you can't see or touch it. You can only feel it." The voice sounded again, paused, and continued, "Let's put it this way, I
In fact, it is part of your thoughts, part of your football thoughts."
"Thoughts can also speak?"
"Nonsense, isn't a person without ideas a fool? Would I talk to a fool? But although you are not a fool, you are indeed disabled."
Chenlong...
"I'll say it again, my name is Xing Lei, and I am your football mind. You just need to remember that I am Xing Lei who helps you copy your football skills. You don't need to care what I look like, although I am indeed handsome."
"In the past thirteen years, I have helped you copy the alien's pendulum pass, cow's tail, Beckham's full-moon scimitar, and Cristiano Ronaldo's tomahawk shot, etc., all of which are top skills in the world.
, but today you actually asked me to copy the skills of that big guy from Matri. What skills does he have? They are all rubbish, and you actually asked me to copy rubbish."
Chenlong...
"As the most advanced person, I naturally only copy the highest level skills. So, don't learn those rubbish in the future. It's a waste of my time and a waste of your time!"
"The best players don't bother to header the ball. The best players want to pass the goalkeeper before scoring!"
"Do you think you are really talented? Didn't you rely on my help to copy so many skills for you? Otherwise, you would have been disabled in these five minutes." These words are really unkind.
Chenlong...
"That's all, let's talk about it later."
Chenlong...
This is just a dream.
It is indeed a dream...
Chen Long woke up in the middle of the night and thought it was a dream, but he couldn't understand this dream. Why did he know that he was learning from Matri? When watching the game today, Chen Long was observing Matri's head intentionally or unintentionally.
ball, trying to find some tips on heading the ball.
Do you think about it every day and dream about it at night?
Shit, he directly denied it in his heart. Is this really a bit like chatting on the phone?
He touched his head in confusion and patted his chest. He found nothing unusual, so he closed his eyes again, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Star tears? Thoughts? What are these things? Chenlong was lying on the bed, thinking about why these two things were equal.
Could it be that there really is something like Star Tears in his mind that can help him directly copy the skills of a star? Chen Long began to have a daydream and became faintly excited.
If you don’t believe it, why don’t you try it now? When Chen Long opened his eyes, he felt as if he could hear his head talking to him.
This sudden thought made Chenlong get up from the bed and turn on the computer.
He searched the Internet and found a collection of Messi's rapid changes of direction skills. Then he began to observe and study them carefully...
A quarter of an hour later, Chen Long's expression changed, and he was shocked! For the first time in more than ten years, he discovered that his simulation ability was really not an ordinary pervert!
Of course, if you casually think that you can master his skills by watching Messi’s videos a dozen times, then you are not a genius, you are a perverted genius! You are a genius ten times more perverted than Messi, then
There are really so many Messis in football, but there is currently only one Pele, one Maradona, one Ronaldo and one Messi in the world. Therefore, Chenlong obviously realized the horror of this problem at this time.
, I believed everything I said in my dream just now.
Just believe it, if you have this ability, then you are really a pervert? Thinking this, Chen Long couldn't help feeling happy again, and thinking about what might happen when he meets Piero tomorrow, he couldn't help but feel sleepy.
Damn your physical strength. If your physical strength is not five minutes long, you can really do whatever you want on the court. You have the body of an angel and a devil. Chen Long is conflicted in his heart. I don’t know if this is happiness or sadness?
Who is worth copying? This is a good question. Naturally, top shooters, top midfielders, and even top defenders are all worth copying. The more the merrier, you idiot, just like how much money you think is too much? Chen Long couldn’t help but think in his mind.
It was sarcastic.
If you are so good at copying football skills, can you copy other competitive skills? Someone has already thought of the possibility of this, and then clicked on the basketball skills on the computer. He directly input the Jordan video.
Another quarter of an hour later, he fell slumped on the bed with a disappointed look on his face. Not only did this person want to be the god of football, but he even started to drool as the god of basketball. His greedy nature was clearly visible.
In the end, he had no choice but to end this common sense angrily and came to the conclusion that only football could he copy quickly.
Suddenly, he suddenly realized that if this star tear or thought was true, wouldn't this guy have harmed him for thirteen years? I guess, he was angry, it was this guy who made him feel like a useless person for thirteen years
Living a normal life made him lose the opportunity to become a superstar in Inter Milan, making him lose more happiness that ordinary people have, and even made him still a virgin at the age of eighteen? Eighteen years old
Still a virgin? Thinking about it, you know it was because I really couldn’t use those five minutes...
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, wanting to rip it out of his head and beat him up.
But how did he pull it out? Dig his own head out? This is really an untenable proposition. He was lying in the morgue before he pulled it out.
But thirteen years later, is Chenlong really still miserable? At least from tonight's point of view, yes, but what about tomorrow? Will this star tear candy bring him good luck or bad luck?
