Chapter 350: Love with Material Things, the Police Will Arrest You

On the football field with its lawn like a green carpet, the spring breeze was not harsh and the light wind was just right; this season could be said to be an excellent time for sports competitions.

The Red Team and the white team were in their respective halves, doing warm-up exercises, either passing the ball or shooting; Shen Yan focused on having fun, counting numbers while juggling the ball.

"12, 13, 14..."

This way, he could familiarize himself with the force of various kicks as quickly as possible.

Football was not unfamiliar to Shen Yan; almost every boy had participated in this sports activity during childhood, but Shen Yan had a solitary personality and rarely played with others, so his ball skills could only be described as mediocre.

What he was best at was table tennis; all kinds of chops, spins, and forehand and backhand smashes came easily to him, and this was one of his few hobbies.

It was also the skill Shen Yan had the most talent for before his rebirth.

Just as the saying goes: "When God closes a door for you, He will inevitably open a window for you."

Amazed by Shen Yan's outstanding talent, the PE teacher once suggested that Shen Yan might as well delve into this sport and develop it as a career.

Unfortunately, Shen Yan was completely lost about the future and didn't know where to go, so in the end, it just fizzled out.

Interrupting his memories of the past, Shen Yan finished juggling the ball and went to practice shooting.

After ten minutes of this, he had basically mastered the knack of it: how much force to use at what distance, how to control the angle, how to dribble past people...

His learning ability and physical coordination were evident.

Seeing Shen Yan dribbling as smoothly as flowing water, shooting at tricky and strange angles, and hitting the target seven times out of ten, Tang Song's expression gradually became dull; he had witnessed with his own eyes the process of Shen Yan growing step by step from a novice.

Damn it!

This guy is a monster, born specifically to crush others.

Seeing this, the girls off the field exclaimed repeatedly, saying things like "The male god is so handsome" and "Male god, I love you."

"Old Shen, why don't you play center forward? I feel like you're better than both me and He Hongliang," Tang Song suggested.

Shen Yan grinned: "Let's see how things go first. I'll keep a close eye on Zheng Baiqiang; you guys can be the stars out there, and who knows, you might even land a girlfriend."

Hearing this, the other boys all gave Shen Yan a thumbs up.

"Old Shen, you're a stand-up guy!"

"Shen Yan, if I find a girlfriend, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Beep!"

Following the sound of a whistle.

At four-ten, the football match officially began.

On the Red Team side, Tang Song and He Hongliang served as center forward and forward, Shen Yan and Zhu Baoping served as center backs, the goalkeeper was Pang Weijie, the opposing center forward was Zheng Baiqiang, and the forward was the class monitor Sun Dawei, who was also Xiao Chuchu's boyfriend.

As soon as the ball was kicked off, their side gained possession and began to struggle on the opponent's half.

Shen Yan was in the backfield watching Zheng Baiqiang, a handsome young man of medium build with bronze-colored skin.

The scene was a bit chaotic at first, with the ball bouncing back and forth in the front; Shen Yan felt it was boring after watching for a while, so he started chatting with Zhu Baoping.

"Zhu, why don't you go to the front and stir things up, show off a bit? You might even find a girlfriend."

Zhu Baoping looked uninterested: "Forget it, I only want to make money now; romance is built on material things."

Shen Yan smiled faintly. The young man was still so young, yet he already understood the ways of society. He said with a smile: "Haven't you heard a saying? Love without material things is like a pile of loose sand, but love with material things—the police will arrest you."

???

Zhu Baoping was confused, clearly not yet understanding the meaning behind it.

Why would the police arrest you if there are material things?

Instead, Zheng Baiqiang next to them curled his lips and let out a lewd laugh: "Hehehe! Shen Yan, you really know your stuff. Don't tell me you've experienced it before."

Shen Yan looked at him meaningfully: "Do you think I need that kind of experience? It's you, young man, who is very suspicious. You actually understood it in a second, tsk tsk tsk!"

Zheng Baiqiang's old face turned red. At this time, the others around them also realized what was meant. Sun Dawei teased: "Old Zheng, be honest, have you been doing this kind of thing in private a lot?"

"Just kidding, would a fine young man like me do that?" Zheng Baiqiang retorted loudly, stiffening his neck.

Sun Dawei: "Tsk tsk! You're loud, so you must be right."

"This is called trying to cover it up!"

Zhu Baoping realized it belatedly, winking and making faces, saying with a very lewd expression: "Old Zheng, tell everyone where you find these ways? How much does it cost each time? Are the girls pretty?"

Facing the teasing gazes around him, Zheng Baiqiang felt that the more he explained, the worse it got. He couldn't help but look at Shen Yan with resentment; his reputation had been ruined in an instant. Shen Yan shrugged.

You can only blame yourself for knowing too much; if I say you're innocent, who would believe it!

The front field was fighting hard, while the backfield was chatting and laughing; the bizarre scene left those off the field confused.

This wasn't a match; those who didn't know better would have thought they were just good friends chatting.

Just then, the situation in the front field changed suddenly. Forward He Hongliang received the ball at his feet, his figure darting quickly under the sunlight; the football seemed alive at his feet, moving nimbly left and right.

After bypassing an opponent again.

He raised his right foot high and took a powerful shot.

Unfortunately... he didn't control the angle well in his haste, and it grazed the goal frame and flew out of bounds.

The Red Team players sighed in regret, and He Hongliang punched his fist in annoyance, cursing: "Damn! Just a little bit off."

Tang Song patted him on the shoulder: "Don't rush, take it slow!"

"Yeah!"

Next, it was the Red Team's turn to defend.

The ball quickly crossed the midfield and came to Zheng Baiqiang's feet. Looking at Shen Yan blocking his path, Zheng Baiqiang grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said triumphantly: "Shen Yan, you're great in other areas, but you're no match for me at football."

"Come on, if you can get past me, it's your skill." Shen Yan lowered his center of gravity, signaling him to bring it on.

Without further ado, Zheng Baiqiang exerted force with his right foot, attempting to bypass Shen Yan from the left. Shen Yan leaned slightly to the left, however, this was just a feint; his true intention was to pass from the right.

He saw him hook the ball lightly with his left foot, and the ball obediently went the other way.

Shen Yan reacted quickly, and because his movements were small, he easily retreated his body.

This made Zheng Baiqiang frown, and he began to move left and right, his feet turning into heavy phantoms.

As expected of a school team member, his ball control is truly extraordinary.

Yet Shen Yan stood there like a great mountain; no matter how the winds and waves rose, he remained unmoved, and facing such an airtight defense, for a moment, Zheng Baiqiang actually felt there was nowhere to strike.

This kind of pressure was even greater than facing the upperclassmen of the school team.

With no other choice, he had to pass the ball to Sun Dawei.

Sun Dawei also sensed the anomaly; in the previous match, Zheng Baiqiang had been like a fish in water, moving through the backcourt as if no one were there.

He never expected him to hit a wall with Shen Yan.