C71 Returning to School He Joined Tian Chao's Backup Group

"The god of football, ascending to the throne of football king?"

Lin Dong's eyes widened in astonishment.

He had anticipated that the system might reward him with a car, a house, or some other tangible asset.

To his surprise, it was a skill.

A football skill, no less.

The server approached with a tray laden with food.

On it were several plates, bearing the meals Lin Dong and Han Qingxue had ordered, along with two beverages.

As the server brought the tray over, whether from nerves or something else, her hand suddenly tilted.

A drink perched on the edge of the tray tipped over.

It plummeted toward the floor.

"Oh no! The drink!"

The server cried out.

But she couldn't match the falling speed of the drink.

Neither Han Qingxue nor Lin Dong had anticipated this, and they were unable to react in time to catch it.

The cup seemed destined for a crash landing.

Suddenly, a bolt of inspiration struck Lin Dong, and he instinctively extended a leg, delivering a swift kick.

Clang!

His foot connected with the cup, propelling it upward.

Miraculously, the cup landed upright back on the tray, without spilling a drop!

Before the server's cry of alarm had fully faded, the cup had returned as if by magic.

"Is everything okay?"

Lin Dong inquired, checking on the server.

The server quickly clamped her mouth shut, her eyes wide with amazement as she looked at Lin Dong. "I'm fine, thank you, sir. If that juice had spilled, I would have been in trouble!"

She was profoundly thankful to Lin Dong.

She was also mystified and delighted by Lin Dong's daring rescue.

Lin Dong said, "No problem, go ahead and set the plates down."

The server nodded eagerly and replied, "Sure thing!"

After she arranged the food on the table and wished them a pleasant meal, she began to back away.

"Mr. Lin, how did you manage that just now?"

Han Qingxue tapped the cup Lin Dong had kicked, her expression one of wonder. She turned to Lin Dong and said, "It's just a paper cup, and yet you kicked it back onto the tray without a scratch, and not a single drop spilled out. That's truly incredible!"

The waiter wasn't the only one taken aback; Han Qingxue was equally astonished.

Lin Dong smiled and said, "It was just a reflex. A fluke!"

Han Qingxue nodded in agreement.

She took Lin Dong at his word. It was hard to believe that any ordinary person could pull off such a feat with such finesse!

Afterward, Lin Dong invited her to join him for a meal.

Privately, Lin Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

Only he knew that kicking the paper cup back was no accident; it was all skill!

The system had granted him the level of a Soccer God!

It had enhanced his ability to use his legs and feet with precision. To Lin Dong, it felt as though each muscle in his legs was alive, responding to his every command.

When the paper cup had fallen, he had instinctively executed a flying kick.

Although the action looked simple, he had actually engaged four separate muscle groups in his legs and feet.

This is what allowed him to kick the cup back so steadily without damaging it!

Lin Dong possessed a system.

This was his greatest secret, one he wouldn't share lightly.

Besides, who would believe such a tale? It sounded too much like fantasy.

So, a little white lie would have to suffice.

After a pleasant lunch with Han Qingxue, Lin Dong was chauffeured back to school in a Porsche.

He went straight to his dormitory where Liu Wenming, Tian Chao, and Zhou Hengyu were all present. Tian Chao was decked out in a soccer uniform, striking a pose.

The other two, Liu Wenming and Zhou Hengyu, were busy snapping photos with the new phones Lin Dong had gifted them.

"What's the situation, buddies?" Lin Dong asked, surprised.

Upon seeing Lin Dong's return, Tian Chao stopped posing and hurried over. Clasping Lin Dong's arm, he exclaimed, "Lin, you're back! I've got a game this afternoon. Come and be part of my support squad!"