"Mr. Ego, why don't you eat some normal food occasionally? Are you watching the players' game highlights?" In the dim room, Anri put a pile of documents aside and asked subconsciously when she saw Jinpachi Ego staring at the screen intently.
"Ah, yes, I didn't expect that there would be such a hidden gem that has not been discovered in this football desert country." Ego Jinpachi picked up the noodles and swallowed them in big mouthfuls. "Anri, what if I let you watch it?"
Anri was shocked. Ego rarely asked her opinion, so she quickly leaned over and watched the video carefully: "Wow, he has the same ball control as that boy Nagi."
"Mr. Ego, I don't want to sound ruthless, but besides the incredible bicycle kick, he didn't do much on the field."
"The shot was impressive, tho from such an angle to be able to gather that much power!"
That's right, what Jinpachi Ego showed Anri was the video of the game in which Arthur did the bicycle kick, but it didn't attract that much attention from Anri.
Jinpachi Ego adjusted his glasses indifferently, and after the game video was played, he clapped his hands to interrupt Anri's grumbling: "Okay, Anri, tell me what you think of him first."
"He does have some talent in ball control but from the video its looks like his hiding his own talent."
"So that's how it is. Is that what an amateur thinks..." Ego Jinpachi was completely different from Anri's sentimentality. He fell back and leaned on the backrest lazily. "Well, from the perspective of a mediocre person, it's probably true."
'Hmph, amateur...mediocre...'
Ego Janpachi ignored Anri's resentful look and pulled the progress bar: "In my opinion, he is like a child, driven by his ego, immature, who thinks he can do a 180 at the last minute of the match."
"Mr. Ego, don't you think he is good?"
"Not good? How is that possible? Is what I just said so ambiguous in the eyes of ordinary people?" Ego Janpachi's mouse stopped, and the screen scrolled again.
'Hmm, I've been ridiculed again, and the descriptions of the ridicules are different each time!' Anri pouted unhappily, but when she noticed Jinpachi's strange behavior, she couldn't help but observe carefully.
"Hmm... Is there anything special here?" After looking for a while, Anri couldn't figure out what was going on, so she could only raise her hands in surrender and ask.
The light reflected by the lens obscured Jinpachi's eyes, making it impossible to see through; she could not see his expression, his subconsciously clenched fist still showed his excitement: "However, it is precisely because of these shortcomings that his talent is more prominent!"
"It can even be said that in terms of football, he is a complete layman and is at a third-rate level. But his mind is on another level; even in complete defeat, he still shows off with an impressive goal."
Ego Jinpachi has given a lot of face. Although he has the genius characteristics of the gold grade, Arthur can practice a little bit to match the hard training of ordinary people for ten years, but in Ego's view, ordinary people will still be the same garbage even if they practice for 100 years.
You know, even if the 300 people selected into the blue lock are full of geniuses, and many of them have been playing football since childhood, in his view, they are all a group of uncivilized and useless people who cannot awaken and will be cleared.
Not to mention that Arthur already awakened his flow state after all.
"Is that so... It means he is very talented." Anri flipped through the files with interest: "Well - I found it, Arthur ... Hey?! He is half American, half Japanese?!"
By the way--" Anri complained while continuing to look through the information, but, "He has only played football for one year!"
—Back to MC—
Hey! You guys here." Leaning against the door of the conference room, Arhur raised his hand to the two figures who had just arrived.
"Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mizukage."
"Arthur, looks like your lucky goal got you here," Reo exclaimed, with Nagi nodding.
'Damn I already hate this guy probably more then Ness.'
"Ah, you're still quite energetic, all the diamonds in rough." A burst of noise interrupted the chit-chatting, and a slender, seemingly fragile man wearing black clothes and a pot haircut walked onto the stage, scanning the crowd with a pair of dead fish eyes.
"As you can see, everyone here is 300 forwards under the age of 18 selected by my arbitrariness and prejudice."
The lights in the conference room suddenly turned off, and only a spotlight was shone on Ego Janpachi. The messy lobby also became quiet instantly, and the elites gathered from all over the country all cast their eyes on this guy who looked careless.
"Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself first. I am Ego Janpachi, a guy hired by the Football Association to help the national team win the World Cup. I am not worth mentioning."
As Ego Janpachi's words fell, the lobby became noisy again. The overly shocking goal and too much information made this group of young people unable to react for a while, and they lowered their heads and whispered to each other.
Ego Janpachi paused for a moment, giving the children time to react. When the sound almost disappeared, he spoke again: "Is it difficult to understand? Then I will explain it in detail."
A red light hit him, making Ego Janpachi, who was bathed in the red light. His crazy appearance was particularly.
"I want to experiment to train the world's best striker from the 300 of you, and this is the facility prepared for the experiment-"
"BLUE LOCK!"
"From today on, you will live here together and participate in the special top-level training I designed. Not only will you not be able to go home, but you will also have to say goodbye to your past football life."
"But I can assert that as long as you win this survival game and eliminate all the other 299 people, the one who survives to the end."
"You can become the world's best striker!"
"The explanation is over, please advise."
The lobby was bright again, and everyone realized that the projection screen just now was a huge and clean White's gate.
"I can't accept it!"
Kira Ryosuke.
"I finally made it to the national conference. As the trump card of our team, how could I give up my teammates because of your unclear words!"
"Yes, I also have to attend the national conference. How can I have time to attend this? Shouldn't your government coordinate the time for training activities?"
"That's right, you are the person in charge, and you should be a more responsible guy. How can you convince us like this?"
"It's too weird to suddenly have a closed training camp."