My Soccer Superstar (1)

After the rainy season in early spring, the bright sun shines on the city of Barcelona in its most enthusiastic manner.

The Mediterranean air is filled with the smell of the sea, but also the smell of sunshine.

Lian Yin leaned short, picked and pulled a white alocasia from the pile of flowers, and then got up satisfied. glanced back at her mother, who was busy pruning flowers in the flower shop, and slipped out of her small flower shop while she was not paying attention.

Just outside the flower shop is the famous Wanderer's Street, where itinerant artists attract visitors from all over the world with a variety of eye-catching performances. Although there is no shortage of children from Dahua on the crowded streets, the legato in a red Tang costume has become the most eye-catching one as soon as it appears.

Not only because of her unique Chinese outfit, but also her sweet and lovely little face.

The vendors who live on this street know her more or less, and they will affectionately call her Oriental porcelain doll.

In this regard, Lianyin will always be like an ancient lady, make a blessing to them, and say "Hola!" in a combination of Chinese and Western styles! (Hello), they smiled.

Lian Yin smiled coquettishly and continued towards her destination.

At the end of the street, the statue of Columbus faces the direction of the American continent, pointing to the blue Mediterranean Sea and also to the destination of the legato - the Old Port.

Because her target person may, perhaps, appear in the Old Port today.

[Stop, stop, stop. Just as Lian Yin was about to cross the Columbus Memorial Square, the system partner Lu Qiba suddenly spoke.

Lian Yin retracted his steps, stopped his movements, and asked Lu Qiba in his heart, "Did you find the target person?" ”

[Yes.] Fifty meters on the right-hand side, you see if the person sitting on the bench is the person you are looking for. 】

Lian Yin followed the instructions and walked over, and sure enough, he saw a young boy in his teens sitting on a rest bench facing the sea.

The little boy had half-length brown hair, fluffy over his head, and his facial features were soft and beautiful like a girl. Wearing a jersey and shorts, he was sitting cross-legged on a bench at the moment, looking at the other side of the sea in distraction, with an obviously old soccer ball next to him.

Lian Yin walked straight to the little boy and blocked his scenery firmly, which brought back the little boy's mind and provoked him to look cold.

At this glance, Lianyin looked into his brown eyes solidly, and at the same time, his life was reflected in Lianyin's mind at the speed of light.

Farrell, known as the youngest and most valuable star player in history, chose to commit suicide due to depression at the age of 23.

It should have been a shining superstar, but it fell prematurely.

[Congratulations, you're ready to start the mission.] I've completed my guidance, and it's up to you. Lu Qiba's tone was very brisk, and he was free for all the time until Ligato completed the task, or the mission failed.

"Uh-huh." Lian Yin responded, which was regarded as a response to him.

Before free, Lu Qiba did not forget to encourage her, [This is your first task after signing a new contract, come on!] 】

"Thank you."

Lu Qiba finally said goodbye and then fell silent.

The conversation between Lian Yin and Lu Qiba was only in an instant, and the little boy in the seat glanced at Lian Yin coldly and lowered his head, while hiding the sad emotions in his eyes.

To change his life, you have to keep him free from depression.

Lian Yin smiled and said hello to the little boy as she put the white alocasia in her hand on his lap.

The little boy looked at the flower on his lap, visibly stunned.

"It's a gift for your flowers, I hope you'll like it." The flower language of white Alocasia is youthful vitality.

The little boy lowered his head and said nothing, and Lian Yin could only look at the top of his fluffy head.

"Can I know your name?"

Silent.

"You love football, don't you? Do you play football? ”

Still silent.

"My name is Lian Yin, I'm eleven years old, what about you?"

There was still silence.

Lian Yin raised his eyebrows, does Farrell still have autism? She knew he was only eleven years old now, as old as she was.

She racked her brains to figure out how to get him to look up at the towering statue of Columbus, and she spoke out again, "Hey, you know what? Life is not just about living around, it's also about poetry and distance. Although the words are quite philosophical, but when she says it, it is inevitable that she is suspected of pretending to be forced, how can a child understand this meaning. As soon as she finished speaking, she amused herself, and she couldn't hold back her laughter.

It was her laughter that finally caused the little boy to raise his head.

Of course, the little boy thought that the noisy girl in front of him was laughing at himself, so he threw her a cold look again.

Receiving all of his eyes, Lian Yin looked at him with a smile, and hurriedly said before he lowered his head, "Hey, it took me a long time to finally learn flamenco, can I show you the jump?" ”

Then, before the other party could refuse, she twisted her body and began to jump.

Flamenco's dance steps have always been enthusiastic and free, and the long dance skirt blooms with gorgeous flowers when it rotates, but Lianyin's subtle and elegant Tang costume cannot be integrated with the dance steps at all, and only looks weird and awkward.

The little boy pursed his lips and frowned, a little unbearable to look at it. It was the ugliest flamenco he'd ever seen.

Lienyin stopped dancing for a while, gasping for breath and not forgetting to ask him, "Did I dance well?" ”

The little boy didn't want to speak, but he still couldn't help it, and commented bluntly: "It's too ugly." ”

It was supposed to be unpleasant, but Lian Yin didn't show her displeasure, jumping like a clown, she just wanted to pry the little boy's mouth open, and her purpose was achieved.

And the little boy's voice is quite good.

Lian Yin squinted and smiled again, "After all, I just learned it, I must not be able to dance well." Or I'll show you what I'm good at. ”

The little boy wanted to refuse, but his mouth was tight, and he couldn't say anything about refusal.

Lian Yin cleared his throat, raised an orchid finger in his hand, and chanted in a hanging voice, "Mengmei don't entangle the branches/Linchuan Dream Ryo Flowers...... Whoa, whoa, whoa/upside down, dreams are far away, nirvana......"

Her last assignment was to be an opera singer, so she learned Peking Opera for decades as a skill that she learned independently, although she has not carried out any learning and training in this area at the moment, she can still sing something simple.

The little boy looked at the Oriental girl in front of him without blinking, Oriental culture always has a mystery for Westerners, although babbling, he couldn't understand a word, and he couldn't appreciate what she wanted to perform, but it didn't hinder his cognition at all and told him that this Oriental girl was very suitable for her current performance.

Not only the little boy was attracted, but there were also many Orientals from Dahua in the Memorial Square, who were also attracted to gather around and praise "singing well" in the familiar Chinese language.

After singing the legato first, he thanked the tourists around him, hooked his head and asked him again, "Is my singing good?" ”

This time, the little boy nodded.