Lin Fan never thought that one day his legs would be praised, luckily not as beautiful legs, but as powerful legs.
The limping uncle inspected Lin Fan's calves, as if looking at a rare treasure, and praised: "Could this be the legendary Vajra Leg? Young man, did you come out of Shaolin?"
Lin Fan wiped his sweat and said: "Uncle, you've misunderstood, I'm not a Shaolin disciple."
The limping uncle said: "Whether you are or not, anyway, you are the celestial star for the national football team. With you, the national team has hope. Young man, why don't you become a player? If you were part of the national team now, the overall level would rise to the top tier. Entering the World Cup would be no problem. What a pity, what a pity!"
Lin Fan smiled and said: "Uncle, if I told you that I've never played soccer before today, would you believe me?"
