The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 157 - 53: Top Scorer! Massive Reward! This Is a Miracle! On Wang Shuo’s Underestimated Potential

Chapter 157: Chapter 53: Top Scorer! Massive Reward! This Is a Miracle! On Wang Shuo’s Underestimated Potential

Wagner was a student at the London School of Economics and Political Science.

He had arrived in London six months ago, but one thing had been troubling him ever since.

In this cosmopolitan metropolis, not a single person seemed to recognize his hometown.

Mainz, Germany.

When he introduced himself, his classmates didn’t even know where in Germany Mainz was located.

Even some of the more seasoned football fans only had a vague impression when Mainz was mentioned.

"Oh, right. That’s a team that’s played in the Bundesliga before."

And that was it.

Where is Mainz?

Who is Klopp?

No one cared.

This deeply troubled Wagner.

But that situation was gradually starting to change.

As the new season began, more and more people were hearing about Mainz.

They discovered that Mainz played with a lot of passion, their jerseys looked good, and their results in the new season were excellent.

Most importantly, they had a handsome Asian striker who was also a phenomenal goal-scorer.

Gradually, at some point, Wagner’s troubles began to disappear.

When he ran into friends on the campus of the London School of Economics and Political Science and introduced himself, he would always say with pride, "I’m from Mainz, Germany!"

After hearing this, the vast majority of people would be surprised, even excited.

"Whoa, you mean the team that’s been at the top of the Bundesliga table for so long?"

"Oh my god, you’re actually from there!"

"Unbelievable! Have you been to any of Mainz’s matches?"

"God, can you get me an autograph from the striker, Wang Shuo?"

Wang Shuo?

Wagner didn’t actually know him.

He only vaguely knew that Wang Shuo lived south of Mainz University, quite close to his own home. He had thought about trying his luck and running into him a few times, but then he heard the player had moved.

But he would still say with great pride, "Of course. My whole family are Mainz fans."

He was an economics student.

Among his classmates, there was also a girl from China who was very pretty and loved to laugh.

Her smile was like the first cherry blossoms of winter blooming on campus. Her eyes would curve into two gentle crescents, like a warm sun in the dead of winter, melting into everyone’s hearts.

Every time he saw her smile, Wagner couldn’t help but recall all his fondest memories.

The guys in the economics department, and even the men across the entire university, all liked her.

Some sent her flowers, all sorts of gifts; one person even arranged a giant heart made of red roses on campus for her birthday.

But she turned them all down.

Wagner felt he was the only one she treated specially.

Because every time he went to chat with her, she would caringly ask about his beloved hometown, his favorite team, and his favorite player.

They were both from China!

’I love China! Because of Wang Shuo! And... you!’

Wagner had felt the impulse to say this to her countless times, but he never had the courage.

’The hints she’s dropping are so obvious, too.’

’If she wasn’t interested, why would she want to know everything about my hometown? Everything about my favorite team?’

But still, he didn’t dare.

On the morning after Mainz clinched the half-season championship, Wagner felt as if the entire London sky had cleared up.

The gloomy, damp, and cold weather finally gave way to warm sunshine.

He was incredibly excited.

He bought a whole stack of newspapers all at once.

Every single one of them mentioned Mainz’s half-season championship, calling it a miracle!

And every single paper mentioned Wang Shuo.

Wagner dashed onto campus, eager to share his joy with the Chinese girl.

Unfortunately, she had taken leave from her morning classes.

A close female classmate said she had a cold.

Just as Wagner was debating whether or not to visit her, she returned to campus in the afternoon.

Her steps were as light as a breeze, and her laughter still sounded like a clear spring in a mountain stream, though her face looked a little tired.

"Hello."

Suppressing his violently thumping heart—THUMP-THUMP-THUMP—Wagner walked toward the Chinese girl.

"Hi, Wagner. Congratulations! Your favorite team won the half-season championship!"

"Oh my god, you knew?"

"Of course. I also know Wang Shuo scored an absolutely incredible scorpion kick. You have no idea—the Bochum fans at the stadium were completely stunned. Nobody knew how he scored it. All you could hear from the stands were howls of anguish."

"Really? The broadcast I watched didn’t show any close-ups of the stands. That’s a shame. I really wanted to see the reactions of those Bochum fans."

"By the way, which channel’s broadcast do you watch? It’s so detailed."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, a flash of panic in her eyes. "I... I watched the broadcast from back home in China."

"Oh, no wonder. You all must be so proud of Wang Shuo."

"Definitely. My dad was so happy last night he couldn’t even sleep."

The girl’s smile was truly so warm that Wagner found himself a bit mesmerized.

"I can’t talk anymore, I’ve got to run. See you!"

The girl smiled and waved at Wagner, then quickly left the campus.

Leaving a love-struck Wagner behind, staring blankly at her retreating figure for a long, long time.

The girl didn’t live nearby.

She got on her bicycle and weaved through the vintage-style streets and alleys of West London.

The crisp sound of the cycling girl’s laughter drifted through the air.

Back at her rented apartment, she pulled out a treasured stamp-collecting album from her bedside.

There were no stamps in the album. Instead, it was filled with photographs, film negatives, plane tickets, train tickets...

And 18 match tickets.

And under every ticket, there were several photographs.