Chapter 3 [The King of Changes] System Start

The bank staff left.

Wang Qing packed up some things in the small villa, found a handbag and trotted all the way, and soon returned to the stadium.

Under the escort of the stadium guards who were respectful on the surface but actually contemptuous, Wang Qing entered the VIP private room. However, he did not sit on the leather sofa where he was the chairman, but stood on the terrace of the VIP private room.

Thomas, the chairman of Oxford Union, also sat in the VIP box. The elder, who was over 50 years old, glanced at him with a cigar in his mouth and glanced at him with contempt.

Why is this Chinese who is prodigal again?

Did he run away after being kicked? And he was a little breathless? Why didn’t he drive that sports car?

Also, what did he do with an LV handbag? Did he just go to purchase it? Humph, it would be strange if Cheltenham is so good that he is good.

Chinese Chairman Wang Qing is observing the team's performance at this moment.

After some delay just now, Cheltenham's second-tier league match against Oxford United at home has entered the second half of the second half.

The huge electronic screen is ruthlessly displayed: In the 74th minute, Cheltenham 0:2 Oxford United.

Even though Cheltenham had no choice but to play in the iron bar formation from the beginning, even after the head coach was sent off, he even scored two goals in the nine-back forward's 9-0-1 formation.

The team's three most critical main players died in a car accident and did not receive a salary for half a month. The head coach had a physical conflict with the chairman and was sent off with a red card. Morale had dropped to freezing point.

Actually, it doesn't matter until now, because there are nine defenders, and the team's only forward touched the ball three times after the start of the second half.

Even in the whole game, Cheltenham had only three shots, lacked support and rushed to the goal, all of which deviated from the goal.

It can be said that after losing five consecutive games, the entire Robins team encountered internal conflicts between the chairman and the head coach, and it was already in a mess...

Although the home team fans did not boo, their robin flag was no longer waving.

Only Oxford United's visiting fans were still cheering for the audience.

The time on the court is already the 29th minute of the second half, and the whole game will end in more than ten minutes.

Two to zero, this is already the score for the home team Cheltenham to be defeated.

The players on the court were gasping for breath, their morale fell to a low point and their physical strength was not good.

Fortunately, Oxford United is not a mortal enemy, so they did not take advantage of the situation to kill. If they hadn't done their best, the score would have been no longer 0:2.

[Adam Fauqin kicked up... The ball hit high... It was Cheltenham's goal ball.] The home team's commentator's voice was not very passionate, and he told the game with a mechanical sense.

At this moment, the corner kick was about to be served on the court, and Oxford United's Black No. 6 stood in the corner and looked at the positions of the Cheltenham players.

"Martin! Xiusen! You guys keep a close eye on the opponent's No. 10!" First team coach Havac closed his hands and reminded loudly, trying his best to fulfill the responsibility of the temporary head coach.

Unfortunately, his shouting may not make the players on the court hear it clearly.

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Conversely, there are also people who are cheering for the visiting team, and many people still hope to win at least 0:3.

Even if you don’t win enough, it’s very important to win the second half of the league, and it’s good to get a little more goal difference.

No one knows whether other teams will be gentlemanly and polite. Maybe there will be teams that will really kill Cheltenham to earn a goal difference advantage.

The home commentator conscientiously told the microphone: [The corner kick was taken out. No. 10 Mike Ryan headed the ball! It was so dangerous, the top was high. Our Cheltenham's defenseman Martin was about to knock Forjon down. He was suspected of a foul, but we can all understand...]

The commentator is right. Martin of the home team tried his best to defend and acted too much, so he could already determine the foul.

The whistle did not sound, but the referee hesitated a little, felt compassionate and did not pose a defensive foul.

On the home team's bench, a young player who had just been injured and left the court in tears.

"I tried my best, sorry, I tried my best to defend him, but..." The young player, who was only about 17 years old, sat on the ground and stroked his ankle and choked. It was not the pain that made him like this.

Team doctor Weston was busy reducing the swelling and comforting her mouth: "We all know that you have tried your best..."

"But...if captain Elliott is still there, you can definitely defend..." The young player gritted his teeth unwillingly.

The main central defender, former captain Elliott, died in a car accident a month ago...

The team doctor was silent for a moment and comforted him: "It was a car accident that caused us to lose our best lineup. No one would blame you..."

With professional experience, the team doctor can see that the injuries of young players are caused by twisting their bodies too reluctantly. For players who work to this level, there is nothing to blame for even losing the game.

Cheltenham has used up three substitutions and can no longer replace players. The head coach was sent off with a red card for internal strife with the chairman, so he could only rely on the temporary top-level coach Havac to command it. In fact, the players on the court basically played on their own.

However, the players' physical strength and morale have reached the lowest point.

The team's stands were also full of sorrow.

"Grandfather, did you know that the Robins will lose six consecutive times?" A little girl about ten years old, with tears in her big eyes, gently shaking the arm of a thin old man. The little girl is not old, but she is wearing a small red jersey. She is obviously a little fan of Cheltenham.

"Robby...we Cheltenham..." The thin old fan bent down, not knowing how to answer his granddaughter.

"Is there still hope for the robin? Will there be a miracle equalization?" the little girl asked naively: "Just as grandfather you often say, like the miracle and great equalization in the World War II bombing?"

The thin old fan bit his dry lips and couldn't speak for a long time.

The fans around them were also silent.

On the other side, Wang Qing, who was standing on the VIP private room terrace, commented on Cheltenham's performance in his heart.

The gloomy clouds and a defeated army are the most suitable description of Cheltenham at present.

Having played many football manager games such as FM and FifaFM, he knew that at this level, there is no possibility of turning the tables. Equalizing the score is a fantasy, and even scoring another goal to save face is a luxury!

"A Chinese who is prodigal! Do you still have the face to come back?!" An old voice suddenly rang out not far away. The thin old man with his little granddaughter widened his blue eyes, raised his middle fingers and kept shaking his hands, shouting at Wang Qing on the next door viewing platform.

It turned out that the VIP box was next to the viewing table of the home team's hardcore fans. Several hardcore fans wearing robin red jerseys suddenly discovered that the loser's chairman had returned.

"FUCK! Get out of Cheltenham!"

"Go and find the girls to have breastfeeding! The prodigal Chinese should not appear in the robin's arena!"

Countless British versions of national curse were smashed, and some debris were even thrown over.

Damn! Do you think I am still the second-generation rich man who is prodigal?! Wang Qing stared at him with his eyes wide open and was about to defend himself...

【System installation is complete!】

A mysterious female voice suddenly sounded in Wang Qing's mind again.

[The "Variety Ball King" system is started!]

What? The King of Variety Balls? Wang Qing was surprised.

[The system trial period is 21 days in total for three weeks, during which users can obtain a King's ability level trial. After the deadline, the system stops service and requires the user to activate it under certain conditions.]

[Temporarily only three professions are available for users to choose one after another, and cannot be repeated. Each profession is seven days.]

Ah? Wang Qing rubbed his eyes.

There are three white words floating in the air, with three professions written in front of me.
Chapter completed!