Chapter 4

Tang Jue was the unparalleled master of this patch of grass. In the blink of an eye, Tang Jue's left foot touched the soccer ball first, changing its direction and sending it rolling to Ali Cisoto's left side!

The result was already clear: Tang Jue had won this victory!

A hint of pride appeared in the eyes of the white team players. Next, Tang would take the ball, break into the opponent's penalty area, and send the ball into their goal. They had great confidence in Tang Jue; he had done this many times before, and always with great success.

Despair appeared in the eyes of the blue team players. How could they stop his advance? On this emerald green field, he had already left everyone far behind.

He broke through three defenders in succession, forming a one-on-one situation!

However, no one except Pintoli knew that there was something wrong with Tang Jue's body.

Tang Jue struggled to control the ball with his feet, his breathing still uneven. But he couldn't stop moving; Ali Cisoto behind him wouldn't give him time to catch his breath.

Tang Jue could only run quickly with the ball while trying to regulate his breathing.

What was wrong with his heart?

What was wrong with his waist?

These questions kept popping up in Tang Jue's mind, but no one answered him.

The goalkeeper was already prepared, charging out of the goal with a fierce momentum. He wanted to use his intimidating presence to suppress Tang Jue.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The white team players urged anxiously, their eyes filled with hope for a goal.

Three meters from the goalkeeper, Tang Jue suddenly leaned to the left, like a high-speed bicycle turning at a sharp angle, his body forming a very small angle with the ground.

Like a bolt of lightning!

Tang Jue flew past the goalkeeper's right side, and the goal was wide open!

All Tang Jue had to do was send the ball into the goal.

This move was usually quite simple. But at this moment, it was incredibly difficult for Tang Jue.

It seemed that there was a significant problem with his body. His steps became disordered, his waist stiffened. Stumbling, the ball also became disordered, as if trying to escape his control. This made his teammates question what was happening.

What's wrong?

What's the problem?

Pintoli watched Tang Jue in pain, muttering to himself, "God is so unfair. Must geniuses endure such trials? But this trial is too much for Tang. He might fall from this."

Sigh... Not even having risen to the heights, he might fall. Not even reaching glory, he might be extinguished!

God, what do you want?

Tang Jue was his most accomplished disciple, a gift from God. He had thanked God countless times for this.

But now, seeing Tang Jue's stumbling, Pintoli began to blame God.

Tang Jue felt he could hardly control his body. His disordered breathing made his chest rise and fall chaotically, like someone playing the piano without rhythm.

The goalkeeper sensed Tang Jue's abnormality and quickly moved his feet, his eyes burning with hope.

Since he couldn't regulate his breathing, he decided not to breathe at all!

Tang Jue stopped the movement of his breathing muscles. Instantly, his steps were no longer disordered. His left foot kicked the ball hard, sending it flying into the empty goal.

The hope that had just ignited in the goalkeeper's eyes was rudely stomped out by Tang Jue's left foot and extinguished!

The white team players' worries vanished instantly, like a flash of lightning!

"Beautiful!"

"Fantastic!"

"Oh, God, I want to score like that!"

The white team players cheered. Scoring in a match was the most normal thing for Tang Jue, as simple as eating or drinking.

They cheered because this shot was incredibly spectacular, breaking through three defenders and scoring an open goal. Before the shot, his body seemed to have problems, but he overcame the difficulties and completed the shot.

At this moment, Tang Jue was squatting on the ground, his heavy waist preventing him from standing straight. His face was pale, his chest rising and falling like a small mountain. Cold sweat poured out of his pores, streaming down his cheeks, drop by drop, onto the green leaves, making them tremble.

Then Tang Jue lay down on the grass!

The damp grass soaked his back, but Tang Jue paid no attention. He needed to rest, and he would lie down even if it were a swamp behind him.

In his previous life, the ridicule and mockery of the direct descendants of the family had blocked his chest like a lump. He had shattered them with his fists. But now, his chest really had a lump, blocking his breathing.

The white team players ran to Tang Jue, who was lying on the grass. Seeing his pale face and the irregular, rapid rise and fall of his chest, they seemed to realize something was wrong.

"Tang, what's wrong?"

"Tang, do you want to rest on the sidelines?"

At this moment, Pintoli quickly came to Tang Jue's side. His pain was even more evident, as if he could feel Tang Jue's suffering. Pintoli squatted down and said, "Tang, you should rest."

Tang Jue opened his eyes and looked at Pintoli's angular face, sensing his concern. There was also sadness in his concern. Why was he sad? Did he know his condition?

This was a match; how could he retreat without fighting? Damn body!

Tang Jue tried to regulate his breathing and struggled to sit up from the grass, saying to Pintoli, "Coach, I'm fine!"

Pintoli shook his head and said, "Your body is important."

Tang Jue asked, "Coach, do you know there's something wrong with my body?"

Pintoli nodded.

Tang Jue frowned and asked, "Coach, tell me, what's wrong with my body?"

Pintoli looked at Tang Jue with a hint of sadness and said softly, "Actually, it's not a big problem. You just need two surgeries."

More surgeries?

Two more surgeries?

Tang Jue looked at the coach's angular face and thought: The actual situation must be more serious than the coach is saying. There must be a big problem with this body.

Since he knew there was a problem with his body, he had to find out. Tang Jue looked at Pintoli and said, "Coach, tell me. I'll find out sooner or later."

Pintoli looked at Tang Jue's pale face, which, despite its youthful appearance, showed a determined spirit. He thought for a moment and said, "Your heart has a problem, and your kidneys are starting to fail."

As soon as Pintoli's words were out, the air seemed to freeze. The teammates struggled to breathe, their faces showing shock, and their eyes flashing with surprise.

His condition was so serious, and he had endured it until today!

Tang Jue read this information from his teammates' faces. Could it be because of the穿越last night? No, that's not it. A thought came to Tang Jue's mind: The day before yesterday afternoon, the entire team had undergone a physical examination at the hospital.

So, the hospital's test results were out.

Just now, his teammates clearly indicated that the original owner of this body had shown no abnormalities during previous training. So, with what willpower did he suppress his discomfort and not show any signs to his teammates?

Such strong willpower!

Could this be the foundation of his creation of a ten-thousand-year legacy?

With heart and kidney problems, could this be the reason he left soccer?

Sadness filled Tang Jue's heart, followed by a surge of determination. The original owner of this body was so strong; no matter what, he couldn't tarnish his name!

Such strong willpower!

I should have it too. With a sick body, I come from the year 3000; there must be a way to solve it. I must change my fate, grasp the throat of fate, and change it!