A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Chapter 172 Athletic Male God

Su Hao's eyelids twitched as he listened. As a meticulous top student, he nervously pointed out the flaws in the plan:

"But... what if we lose the match?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Di slowly walked to Su Hao's side, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and spoke in a tone that seemed rather earnest:

"Listen up, Su Hao. It's true we enjoy playing football, but ask yourself honestly, you don't plan to play in the professional league, right?"

"Okay." Su Hao nodded obediently.

"That's right! What are we playing? It's pickup football!"

Playing a lousy pickup game, after two or three days, who the hell remembers the wins and losses on the scoreboard! But—"

Wang Di deliberately drew out his words, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"If you can perfectly demonstrate cycling in front of these bastards, they'll definitely treat you like the king of streetball and brag about you in the dorm for a whole week!"

Especially the girls on the sidelines, they'll absolutely scream like crazy for you!

Remember what I said: as long as your posture is cool enough, no matter the outcome or the score, you are the only winner!

Although these words are completely illogical, they somehow become persuasive when combined with Wang Di's tone, which is like that of a pyramid scheme leader.

After listening, Su Hao nodded solemnly.

"Next is the advanced section. The key to the 'flower lace kick' lies in the arm movements!"

The instant you touch the ball, your arm must spread out naturally like a roc spreading its wings to maintain balance and visual appeal! Understand?

Under the enthusiastic guidance of his two "advisors," Wang Di and Gu Chengyu, Su Hao began to try out the flower-shaped footwork again and again.

The initial scene was nothing short of a disaster.

Bang! The ball flew towards the corner flag.

Bang! The ball hit a flying sparrow.

The black and white soccer ball seemed to defy Newton's laws of motion, flying in bizarre and inconceivable directions.

Su Hao repeatedly lost his balance the moment he touched the ball, and then fell flat on his back on the grass in a very embarrassing manner, with his head covered in grass clippings.

However, the learning ability of geniuses is ultimately terrifying.

After an hour or so of muscle memory rebuilding, the originally awkward movements actually started to look more natural.

"This is it! It's perfect, holy crap!"

"That pose was absolutely perfect, simply beautiful!"

Watching Su Hao's movements become increasingly fluid, the two were so relieved they almost shed tears.

In fact, Wang Di and Gu Chengyu had a weight on their minds.

They were worried that a super genius like Su Hao, who was somewhat honest and shy and lived only in his own mathematical world, would not be able to adapt to a completely new life in a foreign country.

So these two brilliant strategists slapped their foreheads and came up with this outrageous way to break the deadlock:

They plan to use the most flashy football skills to forcibly add the "sports god" buff to Su Hao, making him ascend to heaven in one fell swoop and become the socialite who dominates the campus!

boom--!

A crisp, pleasant thud ripped across the playground.

After dozens of trials and fine-tunings, Su Hao finally managed to get his right instep into place at the perfect angle.

A precise, elegant rabona kick, like a missile with a pre-programmed guidance system, smashed into the top corner of the goal!

"It's a success!"

"Holy crap! That's awesome, bro!"

"Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the three boys were as excited as if they had just won the World Cup, hugging each other tightly and cheering wildly on the lawn.

Although none of the three people present knew whether this "show-off technique" actually worked abroad.

But at this moment, that heartfelt joy couldn't be more genuine.

......

"Damn it, there's a traffic jam?"

Shen Yuxuan frowned and muttered something under his breath.

He picked up his phone in frustration, glanced at the time on the screen, and lightly tapped the steering wheel with his long, slender fingers.

Normally, the roads would be completely clear and unobstructed at this time of day.

But today, the traffic was unusually congested, with brake lights forming a blinding red sea.

He turned his head and glanced at the beautifully wrapped gift box sitting quietly on the passenger seat, his eyes flickering.

The next second, the moment the traffic light ahead finally turned from red to green, he slammed the accelerator to the floor!

boom--!

The expensive sports car engine let out a furious growl and shot off like a wild beast breaking free of its cage.

Just a few days ago, Shen Yuxuan received a call from Su Hao.

"Ms. Shen, the school said they're going to hold a pre-transfer recognition ceremony for me. Would you be free to attend?"

The other person's voice was clear and full of expectation.

Recalling that voice, taking advantage of the slightly improved traffic conditions, Shen Yuxuan glanced at the rearview mirror and subconsciously checked his complexion.

"Is it because I've been sleeping soundly lately? My skin looks pretty good." He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

You should know that for a long time, he was awakened by the same nightmare every night.

In my dreams, there are always those nauseatingly white fluorescent lights in the laboratory, and...

Ilya Cronin's cold, arrogant gaze as he reviewed his paper, as if he were looking at a pile of hopeless garbage.

At that moment, Shen Yuxuan stood in front of that man, so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, as if even breathing was a transgression!

"This place is definitely not normal. Take my advice, you'd better run away now."

Those once spirited classmates eventually became like defeated roosters, shaking their heads and sighing in despair as they packed their bags.

Those desolate figures are still vivid in Shen Yuxuan's mind.

"I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, I would eventually be different from them." Shen Yuxuan gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

However, reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Just six months after his classmates left, Shen Yuxuan was like a stray dog...

In a manner exactly the same as, or even more pathetic than, those "deserters," they fled that hellish laboratory in despair.