Through training, I’ve improved my coordination. Isn’t it possible for me to play soccer and join the school team?

The only trouble is, he has only one month left. He needs to train his coordination within this month to the level required for the school team tryouts.

Ryan Howard stared at the methods for coordination training on his phone screen, frowning.

No matter which method, they all stated that coordination training is a long-term process and can’t show results in a short time. In regular youth soccer training, twenty minutes are set aside in every session specifically for coordination, and those kids have been doing this since they were very young. Is it too late for him to start now?

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed impossible to reach the required level before the school team tryouts...

So should he give up?

Ryan Howard shook his head. He would never give up. He was going to give it his all for this month, and then push himself even harder.

He believed that hard work would not go unrewarded.

Just then, a “ding-dong” sounded in Ryan Howard’s mind.

Immediately after, a completely emotionless voice rang out: “Do you want to play soccer?”

Ryan Howard was so startled that he sat up straight in his chair. “Dad? You’re back so early?”

No one answered him. Only that emotionless voice repeated: “Do you want to play soccer?”

Only then did Ryan Howard realize that the voice might not be coming from his father. At the very least, no matter how strict his dad was, he wouldn’t sound like that...

So he secretly turned his head to glance behind him. The door to his room was tightly closed, not even a crack.

He looked around the corners of the room. In the small room, there was no one but himself.

That emotionless voice sounded again: “Do you want to play soccer?”

Only then did Ryan Howard realize that the voice didn’t seem to be coming from behind him or any other direction, but was appearing directly in his mind.

This is... a system?

Ryan Howard, who usually read web novels, immediately had this thought pop up.

While he was still lost in wild speculation, that emotionless voice in his mind sounded again: “No response detected. Exiting in five seconds. Five, four...”

Ryan Howard was shocked: What kind of system is this, it’s even timed?!

At this point, he didn’t have time to think about what kind of system this was or why it had appeared in his mind. He hurriedly nodded like a pecking chicken: “Yes, yes, yes, yes! Of course I want to! I want it so badly! Coach, I want to play soccer!”

As soon as Ryan Howard responded, there was another “ding-dong” in his mind, and then that emotionless voice sounded again: “Mission: Become the coolest guy in front of all the teachers and students. Mission reward: Novice gift pack.”

Almost at the same time, Ryan Howard found that an image had appeared in his mind, displaying the mission text, and he could also see the mission reward—a treasure chest shining with golden light, floating in the air.

“Whoa, it really is a system!”

After being stunned for a moment, Ryan Howard exclaimed in amazement.

“What kind of system is this...”

As soon as this question surfaced in his mind, the image flickered and turned into several large words in front of his eyes: Dream Soccer World.

Ryan Howard finally understood where the game that had crashed and disappeared the other day had gone...

So it had turned into a system!

Looking at those sparkling words, Ryan Howard rubbed his hands together excitedly.

He never expected that playing a game would turn into reality—this was awesome!

He accepted the existence of the system almost effortlessly, not minding at all that an emotionless voice would sound in his mind.

After all, the whole world had transmigrated, so what’s the big deal about having a system in your head?

Chapter 10: The Coolest Guy in School

The main gate of Dongchuan Middle School is on Xiyuan Street, facing east. Xiyuan Street is a small north-south street. On the west side is the wall of Dongchuan Middle School, and on the east side are old residential buildings. Because they are right next to Dongchuan Middle School, the first floors of these buildings have all been converted into various shops: convenience stores, small restaurants, bookstores, and stationery shops. Living off the mountain if you’re near the mountain, living off the water if you’re near the water—since they’re next to the school, these little shops all do pretty good business.

Most of the time, this street is quiet, except during school arrival and dismissal times.

The flow of cars picking up and dropping off children, and the surging crowds, pack this not-so-wide street to the brim. Even with traffic police specially assigned to maintain order, it’s often to no avail.

Right now was the first rush hour of the day at Dongchuan Middle School.

Students heading to school poured in from both the north and south ends of Xiyuan Street, merging with the vehicles dropping off kids. The street was a sea of people, shoulder to shoulder.

In such a crowded throng, a sudden loud shout rang out.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh——!!”

But it was like a stone dropped into extremely thick liquid—the ripples didn’t spread far and quickly faded away.

Ryan Howard could feel the side-eyes from the people around him. In those looks, there was confusion, mockery, and even disgust.

He had never wanted more people to look at him than he did right now.