“Hey, Rolin, are you okay?” “Don’t all of you crowd around, spread out a bit, and keep the air circulating!” A tall middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and squatted down in front of a fainted teenager.
He gently patted the teenager’s cheek with his hand, turned his head, and said to the physical coach who had just arrived: “Mark, quickly bring a bottle of water over, a kid got knocked out.” After drinking some water, Rolin finally opened his eyes.
“Coach Beierlorzer?
Why are you here?” Beierlorzer, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was instantly dumbfounded.
Could this kid have been knocked stupid?
“Rolin, how do you feel?
Does your head hurt?” Rolin shook his head, feeling no discomfort at all.
He shook his head to signal that he was fine, raised his head to look around, and found that everyone around him was a former teammate from the RB Leipzig youth team.
His pupils suddenly constricted as he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
Seeing that he hadn’t fully recovered yet, Beierlorzer told him to end the training and go rest on the sidelines.
As Rolin walked, he pinched his own thigh.
The pain struck instantly, making him bare his teeth and grimace.
Looking at the players sprinting on the pitch and the coach occasionally letting out a roar, everything felt so real.
He felt that he must be in a dream, unable to let go of his passion for football.
He picked up a bottle of water and poured it directly over his head, the icy touch instantly piercing through his hair.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still on this training ground.
He unconsciously muttered: “Could this not be a dream?” Beierlorzer had been observing Rolin out of the corner of his eye to make sure he was okay.
Seeing from afar that this kid poured a bottle of water over his head, the corner of his eye couldn’t help but twitch.
He walked over to sit beside Rolin and asked with a concerned look: “Kid, if you have any discomfort, you must say so, and we’ll go get checked immediately.” Rolin opened his mouth, dithered for a long time, and asked a question: “Coach, what year is it now?” This question directly dumbfounded Beierlorzer.
He sighed helplessly, gently patted Rolin’s shoulder, and said in an unquestionable tone: “Let’s go, I think it’s very necessary for you to get a checkup.
A concussion is no small matter.” Rolin was thus dragged away by Beierlorzer for a checkup.
However, the checkup results showed that he had no problems whatsoever.
During the checkup process, Rolin also learned what year it was.
2016.
He was now able to confirm that all of this was indeed not a dream.
He was reborn.
He was reborn back to ten years ago.
And in this year, he was a member of the U19 youth team of the Bundesliga newly promoted team RB Leipzig.
His life flashed rapidly through his mind.
His full name was Rolin Bachmann, born on July 9, 1998, in the city of Leipzig, Saxony, Germany.
His father Lucas Bachmann was a senior engineer working at the BMW plant in Leipzig.
His mother was a teacher working at a bilingual international school in Leipzig.
And his older sister Luna Bachmann was three years older than him, currently studying at the Leipzig University Medical School.
Lucas was a fanatical football fan and also an amateur football coach, mainly in charge of the U6-U12 youth teams of the Leipzig Lünau Sports Club.
It was precisely because of Lucas’s passion for football that Rolin developed a strong interest in football since childhood.
Influenced by what he constantly saw and heard, he embarked on the path of football early on and laid a solid foundation.
His talent wasn’t earth-shattering, but he was still a standout among his peers.
At 16, he skipped grades to join the RB Leipzig U17 youth team, and at 18, he skipped grades again to join the RB Leipzig U19 youth team.
From this, it can be seen that he was indeed quite talented.
But this was Germany, where talented kids could be grabbed by the handful.
With his talent, it was still very difficult to enter Germany’s youth national team and senior national team.
He let out a heavy breath, as if wanting to exhale all his pent-up frustration.
Since fate had allowed him to be reborn, he should pull himself together with 120% spirit and play out a name for himself.
In this life, he would absolutely not repeat the same mistakes.
In this life, he wanted to stand at the pinnacle of world football.
Just at the moment he made his grand vow, an electronic mechanical voice sounded in his mind: “Ding!
Congratulations to the host for successfully binding the Superstar Journey System!
Complete system tasks to obtain generous rewards!” Rolin let out an excited roar, startling Beierlorzer next to him.
“Volker, are you sure this kid is really fine?” Beierlorzer asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Volker shrugged and said helplessly: “Judging from the checkup results, there is indeed no problem.
As for whether there is a mental problem, I’m not clear.” Rolin hurriedly made an apologetic gesture, scratched his head awkwardly, and forced an explanation: “Sorry, I just love training too much.
Knowing that I can continue to participate in training tomorrow, I got a bit too excited for a moment!” Beierlorzer rolled his eyes, the expression on his face seemed to say: Do you guess I believe that?
Rolin stood up to thank the team doctor, and then returned to the training ground together with Beierlorzer.
Beierlorzer was still a bit worried, so he simply didn’t let him continue training.
Rolin was also happy to do so.
He hadn’t looked closely when the system was bound earlier, and he could just take this opportunity to study it.
His mind stirred, and he said in his heart: “System, aren’t there newbie gift packs after binding?
Where is my big gift pack?” After a moment, the electronic mechanical voice sounded again: “The host can open the attribute panel and inventory through thought.
The newbie gift pack has been issued to the inventory, and the host can open it through thought.” Rolin didn’t rush to check the attribute panel, but instead opened the newbie gift pack first: A Star Player Template Extraction Card.
Rolin rubbed his hands excitedly, closed his eyes, and prayed unceasingly that he must draw a better template.
Rolin’s consciousness touched the card, and figures of numerous football legends flashed by rapidly.
The rotation speed became slower and slower, finally settling on a figure with flowing long hair.
The blackness shrouding the figure gradually faded, revealing a face with a resolute expression.
Rolin couldn’t help himself and actually burst out laughing again.
If Beierlorzer’s gaze could kill, Rolin would have already gone to be reincarnated by now.
The reason he was so excited was because he drew the template of “Iron Warrior” Pavel Nedvěd.
Although Pavel Nedvěd was not as famous as top superstars like Ronaldo and Zidane, his strength was not inferior at all.
In 2003, he had overpowered a crowd of superstars to win the Ballon d’Or!
A different kind of brilliance burst out in Rolin’s eyes.
With the blessing of the Pavel Nedvěd template, he believed that he could definitely stand at the pinnacle of world football!