The Lost International Invitation Competition

Xia Mengyin said, "I know, wasn't there the Lu Ang incident half a year ago? It was an international youth competition. He was chosen to compete in the national youth team to play against the Brazilian team. He only managed to score one goal, while the opponent scored five in the end. Everyone scolded him for being a coward when it came to attacking. However, what does this have to do with him? The opponent's defense was indeed very strong, while theirs were poor. In the end, because he was the focus of attention, everyone scolded him for only having a pretty face and not the ability to score goals."

Lu Ang's eyes widened. She actually remembered this match and felt that it was not his fault.

He did not deny that he had indeed made an attacking mistake in that match, but the opponent's defense was really good, and the offensive line-up was fierce. He was also anxious for the team's defense line, but there was nothing he could do. A loss was a loss.

Including his only goal, it was all a result of luck. It just so happened that the other side had made a mistake in defending. Lu Ang seized the opportunity to score a goal past the goalkeeper.

After this match, Lu Ang had seen many insults online. There were also many who said that they only knew how to pass time and didn't know how to improve their skills.

Lu Ang had always known how big the gap between him and the young players of other countries was. Winning a match depended on the offensive player, but only the defensive player could guarantee that he would not lose. He had never wanted to shirk responsibility, but his mentality had been growing more and more anxious. Although he was still praised in the arena of the Youth Soccer League, he had always felt that he would only be fighting in his own home. The more he scored in the Youth Soccer League, the more uneasy he felt.

Especially when he wasn't sure how good he was sometimes.

"The difference is really not just a little bit." Lu Ang blamed himself.

Xia Mengyin patted him and said, "Why do you look like you're guilty? Please, you're still in university, okay? You haven't played those large-scale competitions yet, so don't give yourself so much pressure. Soccer comes one step at a time, it's not a matter of one person or a team. It can't be done all at once."

Xia Mengyin looked at Lu Ang in front of her. He had the same expression as that night at the soccer field. She had no choice but to pity him. She couldn't help but want to comfort him.

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Xia Mengyin said, "Actually, I think soccer is pure."

Lu Ang nodded. He thought of his childhood. "Actually, when I was 10 years old, a neighbor who was older than me kicked the ball into my yard. Then, I played with him. At that time, I fell in love with soccer. I just found it very interesting."

That person was Wei Xinheng.

Xia Mengyin said, "10 years old is not too early, but you should be talented. You're doing pretty well now."

Lu Ang said, "Actually, I've only been running faster than others since I was young. My stamina is better. The coach at the school taught me well too."

Xia Mengyin replied, "School? Anbei City?"

Lu Ang said, "Yeah, my home was in Anbei City. That's why I can play soccer while attending school. In the end, I got into the provincial team in Anbei City. But now, my university is in Anxi City, so I'll have to stay here for a long time."

Xia Mengyin said, "Three to four months ago, I went to Anbei City. Compared to Anxi City, the former is really much bigger."

Lu Ang replied, "Hahaha, right?"

Xia Mengyin patted her head again. "Wow, why did I tell you so much? Sports glasses, that's why I'm here. Hurry up and take them out."

The way she held her head in her hands and shook it looked really adorable to Lu Ang.