"Everyone, quiet down!"
Principal Liu walked up to the rostrum, adjusted the microphone, and his voice quickly spread across the crowd.
He swept his gaze over the students below and began slowly: "As you all know, every year Brightsea No. 2 High School holds the Summer Cup at this time. It's meant to help everyone strengthen your bodies, and every Summer Cup lets me see the youth and energy of our students."
"This is truly valuable. This year's Summer Cup has received strong support from the Brightsea City Education Bureau. I hope every class team will fight for the honor of your class!"
As Principal Liu finished speaking, a round of applause immediately broke out below.
"Next, let's invite Class 3's soccer representative, Ethan Yi, to come up and speak."
Principal Liu applauded while looking toward Ethan Yi, who was walking over from the nearby stands.
Instantly, another wave of enthusiastic applause erupted. Many girls craned their necks, gazing at the stage with eyes full of anticipation.
"Ethan Yi! I've always heard rumors about him, and now I finally get to see him." In the first-year section, a younger girl stood on tiptoe, straining to get a better look.
"He led Class 3 to win the championship in last year's Summer Cup, and he's also the captain of the team that's basically guaranteed to win this year. Plus, I heard he just qualified for the provincial youth soccer team!" another girl said excitedly beside her.
But all this is just the beginning. I firmly believe that in the future, it won’t just be soccer bringing me flowers and applause—I will bring new life to Chinese soccer. I want more people to cheer for it, and for Chinese soccer to become everyone’s pride!
I will be the future king of Chinese soccer! I’ll lead Chinese soccer to reach new heights!
As Ethan Yi finished speaking, a wave of excited screams erupted from below, like a tidal wave.
“Ethan Yi, I love you!”
“Ethan Yi!”
“Ethan Yi is so cool! Soccer really is a faith!”
Screams kept erupting from the crowd below.
"The future king of Chinese soccer?" Evan Lin sneered. "If someone like that is supposed to lead Chinese soccer, then its future is seriously in trouble."
"Evan Lin, what are you laughing at!"
Standing next to Evan Lin was the girls’ lineup. Mia Chen stood slightly ahead; when she turned around, she caught sight of Evan’s disdainful smirk, and her brows furrowed.
Today Mia Chen had her hair in a ponytail. Ethan Yi’s speech had just fired up the whole crowd.
Even Mia Chen suddenly found Ethan Yi especially handsome.
But right at that moment, Evan Lin’s attitude really annoyed her.
"I’m laughing at his baseless arrogance—and at myself for having to play soccer against this kind of trash." Evan Lin shook his head.
"Trash? If Ethan Yi is trash, then what does that make you?" Mia Chen shot back, her brows raised sharply.
"Me? Right now, I guess I’m just a little better than this trash." Evan replied dead serious.
In Evan’s eyes, this body and its strength were still way too weak—at best, just a bit better than ordinary trash. But he wasn’t worried at all.
The Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord, Lin Jiuxuan, never wasted time on pointless troubles. If your strength isn’t enough, just get stronger. At least right now, Evan didn’t see a single opponent here worth his attention.
"What a joke—you really dare say stuff like that?" Darren Zhao shot Evan a sideways glance. "You seriously don’t know your limits, or who gave you the guts to talk like this."
"Hey, you talk like that and someone’s gonna beat you up. You say Ethan Yi’s arrogant with nothing to back it up, but what about you? What do you even have? Just a stubborn refusal to lose?" A girl from another class looked at Evan, her eyes full of contempt.
Boys who only win with their mouths are usually looked down on by everyone.
As soon as the girl finished speaking, a wave of laughter broke out.
Surrounded by mocking laughter, Evan Lin’s gaze stayed calm. He looked around and spat out two words: "Idiots."
The girl’s face darkened. "If I remember right, your Class 7 is playing Class 3 today, yeah? If you’re so tough, are you going to play? I want to see if you’re all talk or actually that good."
"Of course he’s playing! Everyone listen up—this guy, Evan Lin, says he’ll play the entire second half solo for our class, and won’t let anyone else interfere!" Darren Zhao shouted, making even more people stare at Evan.
Play solo? Is this guy out of his mind?
Totally. He’s just an idiot.
Let’s watch him make a fool of himself—how dare he talk trash about Ethan Yi.
The voices below kept coming. Evan Lin stood there, unmoved, his face indifferent, as if nothing around him mattered.
You’re all just ants—how could you possibly understand me?
Evan Lin didn’t even bother to shake his head.
Just then, Ethan Yi on the stands suddenly spoke up again: "This afternoon, I’ll start my king’s road. Step one—I’ll lead my Class 3 brothers to take on Class 7!"
“Ethan Yi!”
“Ethan Yi is awesome!”
“Ahhhhh!”
Ethan Yi’s voice was cold and confident as he turned to look at Class 7.
This time, Evan Lin’s expression didn’t change, but Mia Chen, Darren Zhao, and the others all looked miserable.
Is he really going to crush Class 7 in public?!