December 21, 2012.

Morning.

This is the end of the world prophesied by the Maya, the world will enter three consecutive days of darkness, the geomagnetic inversion, the huge planets crash into the earth, earthquakes, tsunamis, landslides and earth cracks, volcanic eruptions, all beasts galloping, rats reigning king, zombies everywhere...... All kinds of imaginable disasters will completely destroy the entire human civilization.

Ronshette had just watched the draw ceremony, and he and several of his teammates, including Muller and Kroos, texted each other to exchange their impressions, and then prepared to turn off the TV and go to bed, but a bright meteor crossed the night sky outside the hotel window.

There was a sudden "buzz" in his mind, and an indescribable light seemed to appear in front of him.

"What the hell?"

He couldn't help but frown and sat up again.

The cold electronic synthesized sound appeared:

"You've been given a chance to choose a regular skill, do you want to check it out?"

Long Shute was stunned:

"Regular skills? Is it a reward for winning the Club World Cup? ”

“……”

The synthesized voice rarely hesitated for a moment, and then gave an explanation:

"This is your reward for breaking the annual goal record, because the artificial intelligence of the whole world has gone to resist the end of the world, so it is a few days late......"

Long Shute laughed directly:

"Why is there a reward for breaking an inconsequential record? And there is nothing to be rewarded for the supreme Ballon d'Or and the best player in Europe? Do you think my IQ believes this explanation? ”

“…… What stupid humans! ”

The system squirted back mercilessly:

"If you can even accept things like time-travel, rebirth, and systems, why doubt the other settings?"

This time it was Long Shute's turn to be dumbfounded, and he thought about it for a long time before he found out...... The system is right.

He had no choice but to smile bitterly:

"Well, I was wrong, you are the system you are the biggest, whatever you say is what you say...... What abilities are you going to reward me this time? Could it be that because I'm in Japan, you can help me open the soccer player system or kill soccer? Like the Tiger's shot, the B-line volley, the Armstrong Gyro Particle Cannon? ”

"What are those things?"

The ignorant system even asked rhetorically.

Long Shute shrugged:

"I'm wrong again, I shouldn't have told you a joke, you can tell it."

"It's a boring joke."

The system seems to pout:

You can choose one of three daily skills:

First, the peach blossom natal life, as the name suggests, you will become a flirting grandmaster, exuding an aura of attraction to the opposite sex, you can forcibly designate a person of the opposite sex, brush her favorability towards you to the full value, even if she is married, she will resolutely go to your arms, and can only be used once per natural year. ”

Long Shute opened his mouth, what is this?

Just listen to the system continue

"Second, Dragon Light, you will have the most incredible ability to restore any creature to its healthiest state, and again, it can only be used once per calendar year, and it cannot be used on the same creature consecutively.

Third, when the world is Taoyi, you will have an investment vision comparable to Gates and Warren Buffett, and you can easily obtain the wealth of the rich country, even if you leave the football world, you can still become the world's watchful bigwig, without time limit. ”

Long Shute looked at the third skill, and immediately geared up:

"What about the editor? Call the editor to come over, Lao Tzu wants to change to the urban class, hurry up and give me a recommendation! ”

The synthesized voice still responded to him coldly:

"What's this joke? Tell me about your options. ”

Long Shute spread his hands:

"Is this still a choice? It's the world of football, where money and women don't seem to be that important. ”

The system "beeped" a few times, and then Long Shute saw a flash of light in his mind:

"Very well, you chose the second option, I hope you can use this ability carefully, how to use it and precautions will be taught to you later, goodbye."

Long Shute rolled his eyes.

Good bye.

-

After dawn the next day, instead of flying to the United States to meet Emma as planned, Ronshette changed his ticket and boarded a flight to Munich.

He could only use it once a year, and he couldn't afford to waste this skill.

On the plane, he concentrated on studying the use of the "Dragon Divine Light", and the result made him complain again: This system is really weak, even a skill is so troublesome!

The subject must have a friendship level of 90 or higher, and what makes him speechless is ...... For the skills to really work, two people must be alone for more than 4 hours in a row! Anyone who disturbs you during this time is a failure!

-

"Hey, Holger, I hope I didn't bother you."

When Ronshüt showed up at Bad Stuber's home, the latter's surprise was palpable.

"Ahh......h Dragon? Why are you here? ”

At one point, Bard didn't know what tone to use to face his teammates.

Ronshette smiled and took out the Club World Cup trophy he had borrowed from the club and gently placed it on the head of the bed:

"I'm bringing him to see you."

"Thank you, thank you, Dragon."

Bard is not a player known for his words, and he reached out and touched the trophy, with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you for coming to visit him......"

Bud's mother handed him a cup of black tea, but her brow was full of pity.

Bard's father, a former unpopular player, is said to have had a personal relationship with Bayern's assistant coach Hermann Grande, so he was able to transfer his son from Stuttgart's youth team to Bayern Munich, but when Bard finally received a first-team call-up and became a professional player, the elder Bard sadly passed away from cancer a month later.

"Holger is my friend, ma'am, and I wish I could help him......"

Long Shute comforted the mother and son:

"How's the previous surgery going?"

Bard shook his head slightly, looking depressed:

"This is only the first operation, and we will continue to follow up, and if the recovery is not satisfactory, I am afraid that some of the tissue on the knee will need to be transplanted. The doctor said that it will take me at least half a year to return to training, all the games this season...... Don't even think about it. ”

He didn't tell all the doctor's results - even if the transplant was successful, his legs and knees would be stuck with multiple steel spikes, and his explosiveness and flexibility would not be able to return to peak condition, which would seriously affect his career!

He didn't want to tell his teammates because he didn't want to see pity and sympathy in his teammates' eyes again.

Despite being the absolute heart of Bayern's arsenal and the best player in the world, Bad Stuber doesn't want to see that look either.

"Ma'am, I have a very reckless request," Ronshit nodded slightly to Bud's mother, "I want to talk to Holger alone, can I spend the night here tonight?" ”

No matter where he was, this request would seem abrupt, but the hostess agreed to him and withdrew.

Ronshette locked the bedroom door from the inside, and then sat back down under Bard's astonished gaze:

"Do you remember last season when I predicted the number of goals for Mario Gomez a couple of times?"

Bard nodded:

"Of course, that's amazing divination."

But Long Shute suddenly got to another matter:

"By the way, have you ever heard of Chinese kung fu?"

Bard, though a little strange, answered his question honestly:

"Of course, Bruce Lee and Jack Chan are both world-famous movie stars......"

Long Shute smiled:

"In fact, for most Europeans and Americans, China has always been a somewhat mysterious country, we have a set of independent languages and scripts, and all kinds of things that are difficult to explain with Western science, such as kung fu, qigong, traditional Chinese medicine, divination, feng shui."

Bard didn't understand why he was talking about these things, but he nodded slightly.

Long Shute slowly turned back to the topic:

"I know a TCM specialist who is particularly good at recovering from injuries, so I wanted to ask him to treat you, but I was worried that you would be resistant to the traditional medicine of our country, so I asked you those questions just now."

As a traditional German who grew up in science, the disapproving expression on Bard's face immediately revealed his true thoughts on Chinese medicine, but perhaps to save face for his friends, he said euphemistically:

"I appreciate your concern, but I'm just worried that your treatment will conflict with the treatment I'm receiving......"

"That makes sense," Long Shute didn't insist, "Well, I'll check your current physical condition and tell him about it, and wait until your second operation is completed, and then consider asking him to help you recover." ”

This time, Bard didn't directly refuse, but only responded: "I'll think about it, thank you." ”

I saw Long Shute take out a small incense burner from his bag, light it and put it near the door: "This is a spice, there are no chemical ingredients, and there is no pungent taste, the only effect is to help you calm down, and then you can rest." ”

"What about you?" Bard asked.

Long Shute pointed to the sofa under him:

"I'm going to use qigong to probe the internal injuries of your body, and it will take about three to four hours, and you won't notice anything. If you want to drink water or go to the toilet, don't be polite to me. ”

Bard was a little embarrassed:

"I'm not sleepy at all, Dragon, can we talk? It doesn't affect you, does it? ”

Long Shute smiled:

"Absolutely."

The so-called qigong and probing are just pretexts, as long as the time can be consumed, even if Bard wants to watch the Billy with him, it can be accepted......

Bard leaned slightly to the side:

"Can you tell me how you got into a British star like Emma Watson? Any tips? Can you teach me? ”

Long Shute rolled his eyes:

“…… You'd better go to sleep! ”