In short, David Thompson, who had a son, was overjoyed. Even though he lived in a Western country, the deep-rooted preference for boys over girls still existed in his bones. So when he saw that his first child was a chubby boy, he grinned so widely his mouth was crooked. The one who suffered was the still-young and speechless Leon Thompson, whose face and nose were constantly pinched by Mr. Thompson, and whose face was poked by his father’s beard. As a result, when Leon Thompson was little, whenever he saw his father come in, he would either pretend to be asleep or crawl far away.

Delighted at having a precious son, David Thompson scratched his head and pulled his hair all night before finally coming up with what he thought was a super cool name for his son: Leon Thompson.

According to Mr. Thompson, he hoped his son could hold his head high in front of anyone. Also, the English homophone of Leon Thompson, “Leon,” happens to mean lion, which also expresses his wish for his son to be as brave and fearless as a lion.

Mr. Thompson, who thought he had come up with a great name, never imagined that his son would secretly despise him ten thousand times over, and then some. “I used the name Leon Thompson for over twenty years in my previous life, and I never heard that my dad put so much thought into naming me. Apparently, he just flipped through the dictionary and picked whatever character he landed on…”

Anyway, once the name was decided, Leon Thompson began to grow up like a normal child. There were no supernatural events like speaking at three months, running at eight months, riding a horse at one year old, or lifting a cauldron at two. This made Leon Thompson, as a transmigrator, start to doubt himself: Am I really the protagonist?

Fortunately, in the following years, Leon Thompson found opportunities to prove that he could indeed be the protagonist.

It’s often joked that Italy, apart from art and soccer, can’t do anything else well. But this also shows the status of soccer in this country.

Although David Thompson wasn’t a soccer “fan,” his wife’s family were die-hard soccer “fans.” His wife—Sabrina Fletcher’s father, Claude Fletcher, was a passionate Inter Milan fan (the old man lived in Milan as a child). Every time they visited him, he would chatter on about soccer for over an hour.

When he saw the adorable Leon Thompson, he even had the idea of teaching him to play soccer, and secretly drove the three-year-old boy to Milan to watch a match. Because the stadium was full of swearing and obscene gestures, the family was strongly opposed to the old man taking Leon Thompson to watch games in person, so he could only sneak the little guy out in secret.

Unfortunately, after just one time, Leon Thompson’s mother found out, and from then on, they tried to avoid visiting the grandparents on match days. Thus, the old man’s plan to raise a little soccer “fan” hit a setback right from the start.

Even though it was only once, it made Leon Thompson, who had been a die-hard soccer “fan” in his previous life, think: Since I’ve been reborn with such difficulty, why not try something I couldn’t do in my last life?

Year after year, the streets of Florence saw a little boy running around with a soccer ball, firmly believing—become best friends with soccer! With this ultimate secret, Leon Thompson ran around day and night with a battered soccer ball, convinced that one day he would become the world’s most famous soccer star.

Unfortunately, his beautiful dream was mercilessly shattered in fourth grade, and the pieces were stomped on ten thousand times, and then another ten thousand times! Yes, that’s twenty thousand times in total.

Specifically, the self-proclaimed well-trained Leon Thompson was utterly humiliated by a third-grader from the opposing team in a school match, to the point where he couldn’t even find the direction of the goal. From that day on, he understood what genius was, and what it meant to be ordinary. Sadly, on the soccer field, Leon Thompson didn’t even count as ordinary—maybe “fool” was a better fit for him.

Failure and ridicule made him lose the *** to keep playing. The soccer ball that had accompanied him every day was deflated and thrown into the darkest corner of the storage room. However, his love for soccer never faded—whenever there was a match at school, he would always be a loyal spectator on the sidelines.

It was during his days as a spectator that he met his current best friend—Anthony Carter.

Does that surname sound familiar? When he heard the name, Leon Thompson immediately thought of a certain movie series. Although he hadn’t seen it, he’d heard about the general plot. At first, he thought it was just a coincidence, but when the two of them, now familiar with each other, exchanged family backgrounds, he couldn’t help but think: Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?

The The Carter Family isn’t the most powerful, the most famous, or the most influential family in Italy, but that doesn’t mean they’re weak. To a middle-class family, the The Carter Family is like a skyscraper looking down on a bunch of ants like them—and the company where Leon Thompson’s father worked happened to be owned by the The Carter Family.

As a descendant of the The Carter Family, they had to be extremely cautious in making friends, even if they were just a second son with no direct inheritance rights. To prevent being used by those with ulterior motives, every person these big family’s children came into contact with would be thoroughly investigated by mysterious people, and a file would be compiled and sent to the family head.