Blue Prison: I walk into the world as the devil

Everyone looked at the monster Ye Liangqiu...for a moment the entire stadium seemed to be quiet.

However, his focus was not on the man he had knocked down, but on the voice that kept ringing in his head.

[Emotional Value +100]

[Emotional Value +666]

In just a short moment, the emotional value continued to soar.

The speed at which the barrage scrolls is dizzying.

【WC, wonderful...really wonderful.】

[Regarding that kick from this person just now, I apologize for my previous rudeness...]

[An apology is included...]

A constant stream of "apologies" flooded Ye Liangqiu's eyes. When he first took over the ball, the audience kept complaining about him being pretentious.

And after this kick... countless people were stunned.

Ye Liangqiu's lips curled up slightly, enjoying the pleasure of destroying other people's future.

It seemed that the game was over, and Feng Le's fierceness just now disappeared without a trace. He scratched his head.

"I thought you were going to shoot me."

"But... was that kick you just now intentional?"

Feng Le seemed to realize that Ye Liangqiu's kick was not a sudden one, but had been prepared long ago, with a purpose to eliminate that person.

Ye Liangqiu responded, "Did you see that?"

Feng Le nodded.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this kick might be luck. After all, it is easy to hit the goal with a volley, but it is difficult to hit a person accurately.

People move, but the goal doesn't.

In the previous moment, Ye Liangqiu could choose everyone on the court... Feng Le was the closest one.

But he didn't choose to kick it back.

Instead, he shot the person at the far end...

That’s right... According to the distance just now, Imamura Yudai was at least ten meters away from Ye Liangqiu, which was his farthest direction.

However, Ye Liangqiu still chose him.

"Qiu, aren't you afraid of missing the target?" Feng Le asked with a smile.

Ye Liangqiu raised the corner of his mouth, "If the shot had missed, I wouldn't have stayed here..."

"If you want to become stronger, you have to challenge your limits."

Feng Le rolled his eyes at him and said, "Yes, yes..."

If it were him, he would never use such exaggerated footwork to gamble on a ball that might fail.

But... Ye Liangqiu was different. As he looked at the comments, his definition of the audience became even deeper...

What the audience wants to see is something exciting, the moment when adrenaline surges. If you don’t even dare to gamble your luck...how can you please these unruly people?

Only by constantly improving yourself and using your ability to shoot the most perfect ball... can you gain recognition.

At this time, the eliminated Imamura Yudai just reacted. He covered his bleeding nose and looked first at the ball on the ground, then at Ye Liangqiu.

"I...was I eliminated?"

His pupils were dull for a moment. It was just a moment. He opened his eyes and blinked... and he was eliminated?

And his future football career is completely over?

Suddenly, he clenched his fists in anger and was about to ask a question... a voice rang out.

"Aren't you ready to go yet?"

"Scumbag?" Ye Liangqiu walked over slowly. His tone was very calm, seemingly devoid of sympathy. "Are you going to question me, or are you going to question why this place has cut off your future?"

"Or perhaps, you still have some pride in your heart?"

"I..." The anger that had just risen in Imamura Yudai was quickly extinguished. When his eyes met Ye Liangqiu's, he began to stutter.

But Ye Liangqiu continued, "You had a chance to stay. When I kicked the ball, there were only five seconds left."

"And there are only three seconds left before the ghost becomes you."

"Three seconds isn't a long time for us forwards, but it's definitely not short either."

"You have every chance to take a second shot within three seconds... oh no... shoot someone."

"Yet you just stood there, giving up resistance."

Ye Liangqiu's tone gradually turned cold, "How...if this were on the court, I'd pass the ball to you, and there were only three seconds left in the game."

"And you got the ball and stood there, waiting for time to run out?"

Imamura Yudai remained silent...

From the beginning to the end, he just treated this ghost hunting game as a game, not a competition...

What Ye Liangqiu said was not without reason.

In the few remaining seconds, the ball came to his feet, but he chose to give up... If it was during a game, he would probably be scolded to death by his teammates.

When the others heard Ye Liangqiu's cold explanation, they were subconsciously stunned... If the ball was shot at them at that moment.

I'm afraid... everyone's thoughts are probably similar, except that no one has the desire to attack.

You have to know that everyone here is a forward.

What's the point of playing football if you don't even dare to kick it?

For a moment, the atmosphere became even more depressing.

Imamura Yuda's eyes were red... and he couldn't help crying. Before leaving, he looked at Ye Liangqiu deeply, perhaps thinking in his heart that he really shouldn't have come here.

Just then, the screen lit up again.

Huixin stared at everyone with a face that deserved a beating and a creepy gaze. She was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"That's a good point... I heard it all."

His gaze seemed to be directly meeting Ye Liangqiu through the screen. It was obvious that this guy had been observing this place since the end of the game.

He even waited for Ye Liangqiu to finish speaking before turning on the screen.

"Football is a selfish game. Only the one who scores a goal gets the credit."

"Just like this game, the room you are in is exactly the same size as a football penalty area."

"Almost all goals are scored in this penalty area... The players' coordination, their thoughts, and their desire to shoot—most players can only perfectly display their talents in this penalty area."

"Even the so-called time is determined by the data recorded by the average player...and this game is absolutely not just for showing "selfishness"."

"And...judgment."

"The person holding the ball can be either a defender or an attacker... everything depends on the ability of the person holding the ball to reflect the value of the ball."

"If you can't even touch the ball, you don't deserve to be a striker."

At this moment, everyone in the field recalled what Ye Liangqiu had said just now, and finally saw clearly how they had just avoided the ball...

Huixin paused and continued, "And above all, Ye Liangqiu, I saw everything you did, whether it was the volley you made in the final moments or the way you always held onto the ball."

"Exactly the extreme egoist I expected."

“That’s the quality I want.”

"Egoistic, selfish... just wanting to show off one's most powerful attacking skills, even if it means losing one's future football career."

At this moment, the barrage was also rolling wildly.

[Stop talking! From now on, I'm putting all my money on Qiugu! !]

[This guy is the protagonist, the future world's best striker! !]

[Bullshit, my little bee is the potential stock! ]

Although the comments were noisy, Ye Liangqiu still enjoyed watching it. After all, it was quite good to kill some boring time.