They were all classmates, so everyone was quite familiar with each other. When it came to playing soccer, the opposing team had David Foster, James Miller, and a few other players who were usually pretty good. Especially James Miller—he was absolutely amazing at soccer. He started learning to play from a young age and even received professional training. He played as a striker and could score several goals almost every match. As for Brian Carter's team, only Henry Scott was any good; the rest, even if they were in decent shape, just knew how to chase the ball and understood a few rules, that was about it.

“Watch out, Dongzi!” the defender behind him shouted loudly to warn Brian Carter, as the opposing striker was already dribbling the ball toward them.

Brian Carter glanced at James Miller, who was sprinting down the field with the ball, and hurriedly bent down, pretending to get ready. But as James Miller took a powerful shot and the ball flew right past him, Brian Carter didn’t even move from his pose.

“Damn! Brian Carter, what kind of pose are you striking over there?” Ethan Parker, the last defender, couldn’t help but glare at him in frustration.

Brian Carter straightened up and said with a grin, “You know me—I can’t play at all. I was hoping to kill him with my gaze, but he wouldn’t even look at me.”

“You’re unbelievable!” Ethan Parker was speechless. He’d long known about Brian Carter’s lack of athletic ability, so he could only try his best to guard the opposing strikers and not let them get a chance to shoot.

But skill is skill—just wanting to stop them from shooting doesn’t make it so. Before long, James Miller came charging in again and once more broke through the goal Brian Carter was guarding.

“Come on, Brian Carter, you’re way too bad. The ball was so slow and you still couldn’t stop it.” After scoring his second goal, James Miller shot Brian Carter a look of disdain. He was David Foster’s best friend, and since David Foster had lost face that morning, he felt the same. So now, given the chance to mock Brian Carter, he certainly wouldn’t let it pass.

Brian Carter was only pretending to be a goalkeeper anyway—he didn’t care how many goals the other side scored. But hearing James Miller say that, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed. He grinned and said, “I’m letting you score two first to make you happy. Otherwise, if you don’t get another chance to score later, I’m afraid you’ll cry.”

James Miller curled his lip and said, “Tch! You think you can guard the goal? What a joke.”

“Whether I can or not isn’t up to talk—bring it on.” Brian Carter also curled his lip, but inside he was secretly pleased: “Damn, don’t you know I’m not an ordinary person anymore? Forget playing with you guys—even if I went to the world’s top clubs, as long as I’m standing in front of the goal, no Ronaldo, no Kaka, no Cristiano Ronaldo, no Jordan… oh, he plays basketball—even if you gathered all the world’s top strikers and gave each of them a dozen balls, they still wouldn’t be able to score on me.”

James Miller of course had no idea that Brian Carter now had a magical storage ring. He still thought Brian Carter was the same old guy who was hopeless at sports. He gave Brian Carter a look as if he were an idiot, then ran back to get into position, planning to score another goal and mock Brian Carter some more.

“Zhifei, pass it to me!” This time David Foster also charged forward, coming in from the wing and shouting to James Miller. With Brian Carter the rookie guarding the goal, he naturally wanted to score a couple himself to vent his frustration.

James Miller saw David Foster coming up to support, dribbled a few more meters forward, shook off Ethan Parker’s defense, and, seeing David Foster cutting in near the goal, made a clever pass to the side. The ball landed right at David Foster’s feet.

It was a perfect pass. David Foster immediately swung his leg for a powerful shot. The moment his foot touched the ball, he knew it was going in. The feeling was just like scoring a world-class goal. The ball shot out like a cannonball, flying straight toward the goal Brian Carter was guarding.

“Sigh…” Ethan Parker and the other defenders all sighed, knowing this one was definitely going in.

David Foster watched as the ball flew toward the right side of the goal, at least a meter away from Brian Carter. With Brian Carter’s reaction speed, there was no way he could stop it. Especially seeing Brian Carter just standing there posing—it was laughable. How could an idiot like that be a goalkeeper? This was really letting him have some fun.

Chapter 11: All Banana Shots

Just as everyone thought the ball was sure to go in, and many people couldn’t even be bothered to watch anymore, just waiting for Brian Carter to fetch the ball and restart the game, the ball suddenly ended up in Brian Carter’s hands.

“Gah!” David Foster’s eyes nearly popped out. He thought the ball was still a meter away from Brian Carter, so how did it suddenly end up in his arms? He hadn’t even seen Brian Carter move.

“You shot it way too straight, didn’t you?” James Miller came over and patted David Foster on the shoulder.

“Maybe, but I really felt the ball was still so far from Brian Carter. How did it end up in his arms? He didn’t even move!” David Foster was a bit frustrated and puzzled. He really hadn’t seen how Brian Carter caught that ball.

At this moment, Ethan Parker ran over to Brian Carter, punched him in the chest, and laughed, “You lucky dog, you actually managed to catch one.”

Brian Carter chuckled and said, “Yeah, maybe someone’s luck is just too bad—the shot just happened to go right into my arms.”