10: Post-Game Storm & Scout Visit
533 Words
The celebration lasted nearly twenty minutes.
For Santo Antonio High, this was more than a simple exhibition win.
It was revenge for three consecutive years of humiliation.
It was proof that poor kids from the slums could stand equal to wealthy elites.
Players laughed, shouted, and patted each other’s backs, covered in red dirt and sweat. Even the quietest team members wore wide, genuine smiles.
Only Leo stayed calm.
He walked to the sideline silently, drinking cold water and checking his updated system panel.
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Host: Leo Silva
Current Tier: School Starter
Overall Attributes: Above Average (All stats boosted permanently)
Talents Owned:
1. Clutch Calm Lv.2 (Max mental stability under pressure, improved critical judgment)
2. Route Instinct Lv.2 (Precise route prediction, automatic trajectory calculation)
Progression Points: 127
Locked Physique: Rule-Adaptive Physique (Seal 1 Broken)
New Main Mission Unlocked: Regional Qualifier Challenge
Mission Brief: Lead Santo Antonio to advance out of the border regional preliminaries. Your team faces overwhelming powerhouse opponents with full funding and professional training staff.
Reward: Large number of progression points + New active athletic skill + Further cosmic rule data unlocked.
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Leo narrowed his eyes.
Regional qualifiers were coming soon.
The real tough matches were only starting.
“You were incredible out there.”
Coach Ferreira walked over, clapping Leo’s shoulder hard. The tough coach’s eyes were bright with excitement he could no longer hide.
“I’ve coached here for twelve years. I’ve never seen anyone shut down Blake Carter like that. You didn’t just win the game — you changed how everyone sees this team.”
Leo shook his head gently. “It was a team win, Coach.”
He never liked taking all the credit.
But Coach Ferreira knew the truth.
Without Leo, Santo Antonio would have been crushed as always.
While they talked, a sharp sound came from the Norte Elite sideline.
Blake Carter was walking over.
The arrogant look was completely gone from his face.
He stopped in front of Leo, took a deep breath, and held out his hand.
“You beat me fair and square.”
“I was wrong about you, and wrong about this team.”
“I apologize.”
It was a short sentence, but it shocked every nearby player.
The proud Norte Elite star actually apologized?
Leo stared at his outstretched hand, then shook it firmly.
“No hard feelings.”
Blake stared straight into Leo’s eyes.
“We will meet again in the national high school tournament. Next time, I won’t lose.”
Leo replied plainly: “I’ll be waiting.”
After saying that, Blake turned and boarded the team bus without looking back.
The elite team left in complete silence, no more mockery, no more disdain.
Their pride was thoroughly shattered today.
Not long after the visiting team left, a man wearing a formal dark scout uniform walked toward Coach Ferreira and Leo.
He held a professional tablet, scanning Leo from head to toe with a serious gaze.
“Hello, I’m Jason Reed, regional scout for the South American Youth Football Alliance.”
“I want to talk about Leo Silva’s recruitment qualification.”
Leo froze slightly.
His first scholarship opportunity — had arrived earlier than expected.
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