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Nezha felt a warm current surge in his heart; Ao Bing's understanding and support brought him immense comfort. With someone like this standing by his side, what was there to fear?
"Alright, get some rest early," Ao Bing said softly. "We need to be full of energy to face the challenges tomorrow."
"Mm, good night." Nezha closed his eyes, and the unease in his heart gradually subsided. In the haze of sleepiness, he seemed to hear Ao Bing gently reply, "Good night," his voice as soft as the starlight in the night sky.
The next morning, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze brushed against them—a perfect day for playing football.
Nezha and Ao Bing arrived at the playground early, where many were already waiting, including Teacher Chen, several coaches, and some members of the School Team, among them Zhao Lei and his friends.
"Hey, 'Problem Student' is here?" Zhao Lei mocked. "Came specially for a private assessment? What special treatment!"
Nezha ignored his provocation and quietly warmed up, preparing for the upcoming assessment.
"Alright, the assessment begins!" Teacher Chen announced. "Today's evaluation consists of three parts: basic skills test, physical fitness test, and practical combat. Li Nezha, are you ready?"
Nezha nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm ready."
The first part was the basic skills test, which included passing, shooting, dribbling, and several other segments. Nezha performed exceptionally well, especially in dribbling and shooting, showcasing a level that surpassed ordinary students. Even Zhao Lei, who usually looked down on him, had to admit that Nezha's skills were indeed impressive.
The second part was the physical fitness test, primarily assessing speed, endurance, and explosiveness. Thanks to his diligent training in daily practice, Nezha easily passed this section and even set the best record for the School Team in the sprinting event.
"It seems you've trained very seriously," Teacher Chen nodded in approval. "Both your physical fitness and skills have met the standards of the School Team."
Nezha glanced at Ao Bing, who stood at the sidelines, and received an encouraging look in return.
"Next up is the final event: a practical combat match," Teacher Chen announced. "You will participate in a five-on-five mini-match against several members of the School Team. Zhao Lei, you will form the team."
Zhao Lei let out a cold laugh and selected several key players from the School Team, clearly intending to put Nezha in his place. Nezha, on the other hand, was assigned to a makeshift team composed of ordinary students who had not undergone any professional training.
"This isn't fair!" Ao Bing couldn't help but exclaim. "Nezha's teammates are all just thrown together, while Zhao Lei's side is made up of the main players from the School Team!"
After a moment of contemplation, Teacher Chen acknowledged that the arrangement was indeed unfair. "Then, Ao Bing, would you be willing to join Nezha's team?"
Ao Bing paused for a moment before nodding. "I’m willing."
Although Ao Bing's soccer skills were not on par with Nezha's, his presence undoubtedly provided significant psychological support. Nezha felt warmth in his heart as he looked at Ao Bing standing beside him. "Thank you."
Ao Bing smiled slightly. "We are partners, remember?"
Those words filled Nezha with a surge of strength. He nodded, determination igniting in his eyes. "Captain, please arrange our positions."
The Temporary Captain was a student from the Physical Education Department; although not a member of the School Team, he had a good understanding of soccer. He assessed the players and then arranged, "Nezha will play forward, Ao Bing will handle midfield defense, and the rest..."
As the match began, Zhao Lei's team clearly held the upper hand, quickly taking the lead in score thanks to their skilled coordination and individual techniques. Despite Nezha's outstanding personal abilities, the lack of synergy among his teammates resulted in several attacks being thwarted.
"How's it going, 'Problem Student'?" Zhao Lei taunted during one of his defensive plays against Nezha. "Looks like you're not all that impressive after all!"
Nezha remained silent, focusing intently on the competition. He understood that proving himself through action was far more powerful than any words could convey.
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