Chenlong has always liked to dream. In addition to daydreaming, he often dreams about himself and someone, or something, or something? Chenlong himself felt that he was neurotic and almost 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, after thirteen years in your body, why are you still like a bird? I only gained fifteen seconds of physical strength, and I’m 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'm actually part of your mind, part of your football mind."
"Can thoughts 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 worry about 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 in 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 that 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 get past 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 rude.
Chenlong…
"That's all. Let's talk later."
Chenlong…
This is just a dream.
A dream indeed…
When Chenlong woke up in the middle of the night, he thought it was a dream, but he couldn't understand this dream. Why did he know that he was studying Matri? While watching the game today, Chen Long was observing Matri's header intentionally or unintentionally, trying to find some tips on heading the ball.
Do you think about it every day and dream about it at night
Bullshit, 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? Thought? What the hell is this? Chenlong was lying on his bed, thinking about why these two things were equal.
Could it be that there really is something like Star Tears in my mind that can help me directly copy the skills of a star? Chenlong began to have a daydream, and became faintly excited.
If you don’t believe me, try it now? When Chenlong opened his eyes, he seemed to hear his head talking to him.
This sudden thought made Chenlong get up from his bed and turn on the computer.
He searched on the Internet and directly searched for a collection of Messi's rapid changes of direction skills. Then I started to observe and study carefully...
A quarter of an hour later, Chen Long's expression changed, he was surprised! For more than ten years, this was the first time that I discovered that my simulation ability was really not an ordinary pervert!
Of course, if you casually think that you can master Messi’s skills by watching his 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. There are really as many Messis in football as dogs, but there is currently only one Pele, one Maradona, one Ronaldo and one Messi in the world, so, It was obvious that Chenlong realized the horror of this problem at this time, and believed everything he said in his dream.
Just believe it, if you have this ability, then you are really a pervert? Chenlong thought about this and couldn't help but feel happy again. He also thought about what might happen when meeting Piero tomorrow, and couldn't help feeling sleepy at all.
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. Should he be happy or worried
Who deserves my copy? 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 feel sarcastic in his heart.
If you copy your football skills so well, can you copy other competitive skills? Someone had already thought about the possibility of this, and after tapping out basketball skills on the computer, he directly entered the Jordan video.
Another quarter of an hour later, he collapsed on the bed with a look of disappointment. Someone not only wants to be the god of football, but even the god of basketball has begun to drool, and his greedy nature is 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 caused trouble to him for thirteen years? Damn it, he was angry. It was this guy who made him live like a useless person for the past thirteen years, made him lose the opportunity to become a superstar in Inter Milan, made him lose more happiness than ordinary people have, and even made him lose the chance to become a superstar in Inter Milan. Let him still be a virgin at the age of eighteen? Eighteen and still a virgin? Thinking about it, I realize 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 can he pull it? Dig your own brains out?の, it is really an untenable proposition. I was lying in the morgue before I found out.
But thirteen years later, is Chenlong really still miserable? At least from tonight's point of view, yes, so what about tomorrow? Did this star tear candy bring him good luck or bad luck
Slowly, Chenlong fell into sleep again.