Feng Te listened on the side, his heart pounding with fear. Why on earth had Deng Kai suddenly taken an interest in heading the ball?
Could it be that he's become curious about the world above one meter seventy-one?
Would he experience altitude sickness when he jumped up?
So when I compete with Deng Kai for a header, should I actually let him win?
But with our adorable height difference, it would be really hard to lose on purpose.
If I don't perform well and Deng Kai gets angry, what should I do?
Should I go to La Masia to brush up on my acting skills?
Maybe I should just squat when heading the ball against Deng Kai, so he doesn't get mad and bench me?
In a flash, dozens of thoughts had raced through Feng Te's mind.
"Deng, why don't you let me help with your crosses? I need to practice my crossing too!" Ronaldo caught up.
