Chapter 15: The Lonely Master (Part 2)

  Among the crowd's cheers, Lin Luoyan, the only girl, was temporarily forgotten. She stood quietly beside them, watching their match with a faint smile that occasionally curved up, as if anyone who saw this touching scene would forget even such an exciting competition.

  Su Can was the only one who didn't care about the match, staring at Lin Luo Ran with a dazed expression.

  There is no such scene in memory, just like the law of reincarnation that has been unchanged since the beginning. You may not remember the name of your deskmate, but you won't forget their appearance, and even ignore the full name of the teacher who left a deep impression on you. However, you will definitely remember the class, or even the school, where you met the most beautiful girl.

  Su Chan had no impression of having seen this girl before, but the girl's temperament could surpass any girl he had ever seen. She was the kind of person who would make your heart skip a beat with just one glance, despite being only fifteen or sixteen years old.

  So after his rebirth, he also changed the course of fate imperceptibly. For example, according to the original history, he should have gone out to play with Xue Yi Yang and Liu Rui yesterday, and stayed at home today. However, it happened that his refusal yesterday made Xue and Liu change their gaming activity to today, which naturally led to the two being humiliated. They came out together to get revenge, and encountered this group of people.

  Lin Huoran obviously noticed Su Can staring at her, and Lin Huoran's heart was slightly displeased, subconsciously looking back at him. The two locked eyes, and in the past, under Lin Huoran's beautiful gaze, any boy would not last for more than a few seconds before turning red and avoiding eye contact. After all, the beauty's gaze is quite lethal. However, Su Can was completely spaced out now, and even when facing Lin Huoran's blinking eyes, he didn't flinch at all.

  One second.

  Five seconds...

  Twenty seconds...

  One minute.

  "Hey." It was Lin Luoran who spoke up, and no one had expected that in the midst of such an intense competition, a sound so heavenly would suddenly emerge, refreshing everyone's spirits.

  The murmurs and shouts of everyone were drowned out, the game room was as quiet as a still night, with only the TV broadcasting the simulated audience's cheers and applause.

  Next is Lin Huoran's heavenly voice continuing, "You're sick!"

  In my impression, she should be a gentle and elegant beauty, but the first sentence that came out of her mouth was "Hey, are you sick?!"

  So it's no wonder why the onlookers were shocked, like they had been struck by lightning, and were left reeling.

  It's Su Chan who looks like a wronged party, standing still on the spot, only to provoke people's sympathetic gaze and eyes towards him. No matter what, being disliked by such a girl is something that makes one unable to celebrate or feel any sympathy.

  Xue Yi Yang's tense nerves met with this thunderous scolding, it was as if the bowstring on a fully drawn crossbow suddenly snapped, releasing the enormous pressure and making Xue Yi Yang feel an odd sense of liberation. He used all his strength to deploy troops and intercept Wang Wei's attack, but in the end, he was still pierced by the opponent's sharp blade-like offense, which was impossible to defend against, and the final goal was scored, announcing Xue Yi Yang's defeat.

  The crowd's faces were ashen, Xue Yi Yang sat quietly in his seat, not getting up for a long time, his face dark and gloomy, muttering to himself, "I... lost..."

  The only image on TV was repeatedly playing the last goal's wonderful replay, in the gaming room, people from their circle looked very sad, everyone was silent.

  People temporarily forgot about Lin Huoran's scolding of Su Can, just as Wang Weiwei and a few others were preparing to humiliate them in various ways. Xue Yiyang's shoulder was patted, and he looked up to see Su Can smiling slightly, "Let me handle this."

  The tone is one of unmistakable certainty, rather than "let me try" type of uncertainty.

  Xue Yi Yang swept him a glance, "What's the point of you coming here? That set, I'm still not clear about it?"

  Liu Rui pulled Su Can's arm and said, "Stop bothering him, aren't you ashamed enough of us already?"

  Liu Rui is the oldest of the three, one year older than the other two. He usually dominates conversations and considers Su Can's words to be self-deprecating. After all, Xue Yi Yang is the most skilled among the three. If Liu Rui were to compete with Xue Yi Yang, he might only score one point even if he managed to trap three balls. On the other hand, if it were Su Can competing, Xue Yi Yang would likely score five points while Su Can wouldn't be able to score any.

  The strength gap is roughly like this, let Su Can go up, it's equal to nothing.

  "Just let me go up for one game." Su Can insisted.

  "A match against you?" Xue Yi Yang hadn't even responded when Wang Wei Wei, who was standing beside him, chuckled and waved his hand. "I don't have the leisure to accompany you in practice... Looks like I won't be getting a free meal today..."

  Xuan Wang withdrew his own handle, stood up, looked at Xiao Wu beside him, and gave Lin Luoran a triumphant smile, "Let's go, this small city doesn't have anything that surprises me, let's find a bar to sit for a while."

  "Trash."

  The five people who were about to leave stood frozen in place, their shoulders stiffened.

  Then Wang Weiwei, and even the slightly dark and distorted Xiao Wu and two other boys turned their heads around, looking at Su Can with some disbelief.

  Xue Yi Yang, Liu Rui immediately made Su Can shocked as a heavenly being. This kid is too dazzling. Others haven't even prepared to scold them yet, but he has already started scolding first.

  Su Can actually had no choice, if he let Wang Wei and the others leave like this, they wouldn't need to continue staying here, not to mention that these people often complained that Xia Hai City was a rural place, a small city, it seemed that they were all country bumpkins. For his own self-esteem, for the self-esteem of those who lived in this city eleven years ago, Su Can had to take on this burden, otherwise his hard-earned ball skills would be completely wasted and he wouldn't have the opportunity to show off.

  Everyone was whispering to each other when Wang Wei and others turned around, the two men next to Xiao Wu had already clenched their fists, "What did you just say? You don't agree, want to fight?"

  It was Wang Luoran who remained calm and composed, her dark eyes gazing elsewhere as she softly spoke, "Even without elegance, there should be a limit to it."

  "Are you really going to try?" Wang Weiwei stared at Su Can in a daze for a while, then smiled and said.

  Su Can nodded.

  "Xiao Wu, go and play with him. Be careful not to make others lose too badly, or they'll be embarrassed and resentful." Wang Weiwei said to Lin Luoran's older cousin.

  Slightly chubby, wearing loose hip-hop attire, Xiao Wu Er didn't say a word, pulled out his own controller and plugged it into the PS machine. He turned his head, gritted his teeth and glared at Su Can, "Watch me annihilate you, trash!"

  Xue Yi Yang and Liu Rui both had a "just seen an alien" look on their faces as they patted Su Can's shoulder, "Brother, you're asking for trouble!" Some people just like to stir up trouble for no reason, intentionally hitting themselves in the head with two bricks. In Xue Yi Yang and Liu Rui's eyes, Su Can was clearly that kind of person.

  Sit down, pick up the controller, Su Can quietly recalls his rusty ball skills. Due to work being busy, he hasn't touched his home's PS2 in a long time. However, this Pro Evolution Soccer is still one of his favorite games, from when it first became popular until now, with updates and new versions, it has already gone through several eras.

  No matter from which aspect, the first generation of Winning Eleven that just came out is slightly simple in terms of operation. It's not that he looks down on Wang Weiyi and his group of experts, but rather he understands that so-called experts have limitations of their time, after all, from experience and experience, Su Can has been playing this type of game for ten years, while they, at most, are less than a year old. Moreover, the first generation of Winning Eleven, those small details were already familiar with later on, what BUGs and exploitable things there were, were already clear and transparent, his grasp and understanding of the game far surpassed these young kids in front of him.

  Ten minutes into the game, Xiao Wu began to falter, and Su Can utilized his players to reasonably distribute the defensive tactics, exhausting Xiao Wu by halftime, disrupting his formation. Every time Xiao Wu launched an attack, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, neutralized one by one by Su Can, as if trapped in a Tai Chi circle.

  The fat man repeatedly pulled out his handkerchief and wiped away the sweat on his forehead.

  I didn't know Su Cang put out a defensive formation, it was just to have more time to adapt to the first generation of PS machine handle and skills that had degenerated for ten years.

  After familiarizing himself, Su Can paused the game and adjusted the backstage layout, giving Fatso time to drink water and wipe his sweat. He patted his pants with his palm, wiping off a handful of sweat stains.

  Wang Wei and others originally smiled and teased, but slowly became serious. This kid can't be underestimated, his defense is not bad, at least in front of the fat man who is good at offense, he didn't drop a single ball.

  Su Can adjusted his formation next and set up an attacking lineup. He was already familiar with the keyboard controls, and the real match had only just begun from this moment on.

  Liu Rui patted Su Can's shoulder at this time, his expression also turned serious, seeing that Su Can's skills had improved a lot. "Since you're defending well, don't switch formations easily. This kid is quite skilled in offense, if you can hold on and not lose points, it'll be a credit to us."

  He has just suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Pao Tzu, and now he is naturally warning So Chan.

  Who would have thought that Su Can still chose to attack with his usual formation, and as soon as the game started, the changes in the offense under his arrangement made people's eyes dazzle. Those stars who were usually looked down upon suddenly became sharp, even those with low accuracy had excellent ball control, and the offense was smooth to the point of being unmatched. The fat man was scored three goals to zero, as if he had been stabbed three times in the heart, and for a moment, there was a kind of stunned silence.

  "Really?" The crowd whispered among themselves.

  Xue Yi Yang and Liu Rui were overjoyed. When did Su Can's skills improve to this level!?

  Pangzi Xiao Wu stood up and walked away. Wang Weiwei had already sat down, silently inserting the handle, turning his head to look at Su Can with a solemn expression, "I'm going to fight you."

  Gasps, applause, and cries of amazement erupted one after another.

  Wang Weiwei used all his skills, even his signature flying shovel, but they were all dismantled one by one under Su Can's agile and quick hands.

  Wang Wei's situation went from initial frenzy to a complete loss of momentum, retreating step by step, and then shifted to full defense, but the counterattack was nowhere in sight.

  "Marseille Roulette!" someone exclaimed as under Su Can's operation, a three-line ball star's dribbling ball instantly dodged the opponents' two big stars' shovel.

  "Double fake shot! This game can actually pull off a double fake shot! Oh my god, now it's triple fake shot!" The crowd gasped in amazement, overlooking the fact that it was Su Chan, not the game, who had displayed this brilliant technique that could only be seen fleetingly in real classic matches.

  Countless people's eyes were opened wide, seeing for the first time high-difficulty complex techniques appearing in this game, coming from Su Cang's hands, flowing smoothly as if giving a thrilling classic master class to everyone present.

  Four to one, a complete victory!

  Xue Yi Yang and Liu Rui jumped up and shouted loudly on the spot, and the whole game room was boiling.

  Defeated! Wang Weiwei has finally been defeated!

  Su Can slightly curled up the corners of his mouth and sent out a word that he thought could be exported at this moment.

  "Trash."