June 2015, North Rhine, Germany.
Inside the U17 office at the Borussia Mönchengladbach youth academy, the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.
Youth Director Blair sat at the desk, holding a data sheet, his chest rising and falling slightly as he frowned and spoke to a black-haired Chinese teenager in front of him.
"Feng, shouldn't you explain to me why you were late for morning practice four times this week?"
"And according to rumors, you also seem to go to nightclubs and are obsessed with video games?"
"If that's the case, why don't we choose a better way to handle this and just give up on football altogether, what do you think?"
Blair's eyes held some disgust, and he tried his best to keep his tone calm: "Why waste time here?"
Facing Blair's questions, Su Feng was expressionless, shaking his head and saying, "Mr. Blair, I think these hobbies of mine haven't affected my games."
"Haven't affected your games?" Blair seemed to be amused by anger, throwing the youth team statistics sheet in his hand in front of Su Feng, and asked with a stern face.
"Being late for training and drinking heavily don't affect your games? Look at your recent data reports, why are your running statistics on the field getting worse and worse?"
"In the last game against Hamburg U17, your running data was only a pathetic three thousand six hundred meters?"
"Three thousand six hundred meters, I really can't believe this is the data run by a seventeen-year-old player, it's simply too pathetic!"
"And this isn't just once or twice, two weeks ago against Bayern Munich U17, your running was only three thousand nine hundred meters!"
"Do you think you're Berbatov?"
Berbatov is a famous 'casual brother' in football.
Because of his elegant playing style, he rarely ran but still performed excellently, earning him the nickname 'casual brother' from fans.
The more Blair spoke, the angrier he got, pulling out a cigarette from the table, wanting to ease his current emotions, but with the cigarette in his mouth, he couldn't find a lighter.
With a 'click', the lighter ignited.
Blair was startled, then saw a small flame appear before his eyes.
He habitually shielded the wind with one hand, lit the cigarette, and only came back to his senses after taking a puff.
"You smoke too?"
Blair questioned with a dark face, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into awkwardness.
"How could I."
Su Feng looked helpless, standing in place and spreading his hands, putting the lighter back, "It's just for lighting mosquito coils."
As if wanting to quickly change the subject, Su Feng immediately continued: "Mr. Blair, I always believe that a player, as long as he can contribute to the team."
"Can score goals, can assist, then he can be considered an excellent professional player."
"And not as narrowly as you think."
Blair served as the Youth Director at Borussia Mönchengladbach Club, holding a high position and wielding absolute power in the youth team, no youth player had ever dared to speak to him like this.
"What nonsense is that?"
Mr. Blair was visibly enraged, spitting as he spoke, "Disorderly private life! Frequent violations of a professional player's ethics!"
"Other players work hard in practice on the field, but what about you? You hang out in nightclubs every night, and you're addicted to games during holidays!"
"Is this the attitude of a professional player? I seriously doubt whether you truly love the sport of football?"
"I'm telling you, don't think that just because you have stable appearances in the youth League, you can indulge yourself."
"Borussia Mönchengladbach never lacks talent, and certainly doesn't need a player like you who lacks professional ethics!"
"If you can't immediately change these bad behaviors, perhaps there's no need to stay at the club anymore!"
Su Feng looked at Blair's raging face and said with some regret on his own face.
"If that's the case, I accept Mr. Blair's decision."
Blair was stunned again, having not expected Su Feng to be so ungrateful.
"Good, good, good."
He said 'good' three times in a row, "Simply unreasonable, a rotten piece of wood!"
Blair took out a termination contract from the desk drawer, made some simple modifications, and placed it in front of Su Feng.
Su Feng raised an eyebrow, sat on the chair, briefly looked over the contract, and after finding no issues, wrote down his name.
Ten minutes later, the hasty termination ceremony ended, and Su Feng walked towards the door.
With a 'click', Su Feng put a cigarette to his lips, leaving a bewildered Blair behind him.
"You...!"
Blair almost fainted from anger.
Ten minutes later.
Su Feng left the administration building and returned to the dormitory to pack his luggage.
In the time to come, he would definitely continue playing football and strive to become a professional player.
So first, he needed to contact a new club for a trial.
During this period, he certainly couldn't stay in the Borussia Mönchengladbach youth dormitory anymore, so Su Feng needed to find a place to live first.
Holding his luggage, he walked out of the club's gate, Su Feng habitually threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it to extinguish it.
At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
[Detected host has finished a cigarette, Stamina +0.001]
That's right, the reason Su Feng dared to easily abandon the precious opportunity at the Borussia Mönchengladbach U17 youth team and leave so boldly was because he possessed the system that came standard with transmigrators.
Now, in his eyes, all excellent clubs were just different paths, not to be conspired with.
He believed in his ability to establish himself in any club and prove his worth.
In his previous life, Su Feng was an avid football fan.
Loving football, he had always fantasized about galloping on the green field, but due to limited talent, he could only sit in front of the TV, watching the National Football Team with a sigh, or regain his pride in FIFA23.
But now, heaven had given him this opportunity.
Three months ago, he transmigrated into the body of a U17 Chinese youth player at Borussia Mönchengladbach in 2015, and successfully activated the [Casual System].
Simply put, this system was a bit tricky; it wasn't like FIFA23, where you improved your strength by adding points through training.
Instead, by doing things that violated the basic moral qualities of a professional player, the [Casual System] would gain a reverse curse, improving various attributes.
For example.
Professional players aren't allowed to smoke, but he could increase his stamina by smoking!
Professional players aren't allowed to drink, but he could increase his explosiveness by drinking!
Professional players aren't allowed to go clubbing, but he could increase his coordination and jumping by clubbing!
Professional players aren't allowed to play games, but he could increase his technical ability by playing games!
Although the increase was small each time, and there was a daily value limit, Su Feng still diligently persisted every day during these three months of transmigration, successfully improving his abilities and earning a starting position in Borussia Mönchengladbach U17.
He also believed that one day in the future, he would become a world-class forward with perfect attributes in all aspects.
This was why Su Feng had been taking time to slack off at Borussia Mönchengladbach during this period.
As for running less on the field, it was because the [Casual System] required Su Feng to play casually on the field to gain casual points and draw corresponding rewards.
Others had to train hard to improve their skills, but when it came to Su Fan, the style became unusually strange.
Su Feng really didn't want to do this!
But it made him stronger!
Becoming a world-renowned professional football player had always been Su Fan's dream, galloping on the green field and achieving the most dazzling accomplishments in football was what he wanted.
Then he said in his mind: "Open personal attribute panel!"
A panel, like something from a game, tightly enveloped in white light, appeared in Su Feng's mind.