Jason Bolton jumped up from the ground, glanced at the soccer ball still bouncing in the goal, then turned and ran toward Paul Young at midfield. When he was just a few meters away from Paul Young, he leapt into the air, jumped onto Paul Young, and raised his fist high, waving it toward the sky.

Even though he had already scored three goals, he was still this excited. That’s just how he was about soccer—always full of passion.

The spectators off the field were also cheering wildly. Even though they had already seen four goals in just forty minutes, this one made them the most ecstatic—a turn and volley from midfield, a shot in midair, a goal rarely seen even in professional leagues. How could they not be utterly enthralled?

Sophie was just as excited as the spectators around her. Even though she had seen goals like this countless times in high school, she was always as thrilled as the first time she saw Jason Bolton score. For her, this was the joy that soccer brought her, and also the joy that Jason Bolton brought her.

Eugene Harris clapped his hands excitedly: This time I’ve struck gold!

To shoot from midfield and still have power and speed by the time the ball reached the goal—there was only one person in all the high schools in the country who could do that, and that was the two-time winner of the National High School League’s Best Player award, Shuguang No. 7, Paul Young.

And the striker who could always appear at the right place at the right time, make the right move, and deliver the fatal blow—naturally, that was Paul Young’s best partner, the two-time top scorer of the National High School League, known as the “King of the Penalty Area,” Shuguang No. 11, Jason Bolton.

A match where the two of them were both on the field—counting from junior high—had never been lost! Truly an unbeatable duo!

U University was recruiting soccer talents for the first time… Heaven is really looking out for us!

Eugene Harris was so moved he wanted to cry.

A score of 5:0, a world-class goal—even though there were still forty-five minutes left in the match, it was already completely meaningless.

In the second half, Jason Bolton scored another goal, Frank Bolton completed a hat trick with both headers and kicks, Paul Young scored one, and even Liam headed in a goal from a corner kick.

10:0! The astonishing score made the players from the history department receive a hero’s welcome after the match. And Jason Bolton, who scored five goals by himself, was naturally the most popular. The girls from the history department who came to support the team surrounded him, showering him with all kinds of praise and ambiguous glances, the air around filled with the unique fragrance and warmth of the girls… Jason Bolton felt a little dizzy.

Paul Young saw Sophie squeezed into a corner by the crowd, like a small boat in a wave. He decided to go “protect the flower,” but just as he got away from some enthusiastic male fans, he was blocked by a middle-aged man he didn’t know.

“Excuse me…”

“You’re Paul Young, right?” Paul Young hadn’t finished refusing before the other person interrupted him.

“Ah? Yes, that’s me. May I ask…”

“My surname is Zhao, I’m the coach of this school’s soccer team. I saw you play in the high school league, so I recognize you. But I really didn’t expect you and Jason Bolton would both be at our school! I came to find you to invite you both to join the school team!” The surroundings were noisy, so Eugene Harris had to raise his voice.

“Oh! Coach Harris, I’ve heard Captain Jie talk about you! Haha! Don’t worry, we’ve already joined the school team—Captain Jie personally invited us.”

“Heh heh! That guy’s even faster than me! Good! As long as you’ve joined!” Eugene Harris said excitedly, “The National College Soccer League is at the beginning of next month. With you two on the team, U University making it to the national finals won’t be a problem! I’m really looking forward to it!”

“Haha! We’re looking forward to it too!” Paul Young smiled.

After finally sending Eugene Harris off, Paul Young looked back at the corner, but couldn’t find Sophie anymore. He looked around, but didn’t see her, so he could only regretfully look away and continue dealing with the “harassment” from the enthusiastic fans.

That evening, after showering, the history department players held a celebration banquet together in the big cafeteria. Sophie called before dinner to congratulate Jason Bolton; she had class that night and wouldn’t be able to join their celebration. In the end, she wished them a good time and hung up.

The celebration wasn’t just for the boys—some girls who usually hung out with them were also invited.

Vera Smith was the most enthusiastic among the girls. On one hand, she was the class’s arts committee member, beautiful, outgoing, talented, and got along well with the boys. On the other hand…

After two cases of beer were finished, the people at the table were as slumped as the empty bottles on the floor, and their words became much more uninhibited.

Vera Smith switched seats with Frank Bolton and sat next to Jason Bolton, raising her glass to drink with him. “You’re a big hero and a superstar now! If you don’t finish this drink, you’re looking down on me as your classmate!”

Vera Smith’s eyes looked especially charming under the influence of alcohol. She was already a very beautiful girl, especially those eyes—being good at performing, her eyes could speak. Now, those expressive eyes were looking flirtatiously at Jason Bolton.

Jason Bolton grinned foolishly and downed his drink in one go.

“Great!” Vera Smith clapped and laughed, “I knew you wouldn’t refuse me!”

Jason Bolton kept grinning.

Paul Young came over: “Vera Smith, that’s not fair! Why are you only drinking with Jason Bolton? Not with me? I’m the captain!”