Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Star Athlete Chat System

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At first, Mo Mo was simply feeling down and wanted to find a game to play. However, at that time, he had deliberately connected to a domestic network (please forgive me, it’s part of the setting).

He had lost any interest in bullying weak trainers like Su Yikun.

Thanks to the automatic stat allocation system, Mo Mo didn’t have to think too much, which freed up his time (alright, I admit I was being lazy).

Under such circumstances, there weren’t any suitable laptops in that era yet, so he ended up with a beige desktop computer (remember those? Like the ones they had in computer classes back in the day).

It was quite bulky, and the screen looked like an old black-and-white TV. No wonder people in the future said they wouldn’t want to go back to ancient times to be emperor.

No internet, no air conditioning, no abundance of delicious food.

Especially in Qin Shi Huang’s era—what kind of good food could there be? It was all just boiled plain.

Well, since he was already a time traveler, he could at least use a flip phone. But as for the computer, any hope for gaming was completely lost; the visuals looked like a bunch of pixelated mosaics. It was better to just browse the forums.

Decisively, he searched his own name and was surprised to find someone had already started a Mo Mo forum (just to clarify, I only opened a forward forum with very few members).

Clicking into the Mo Mo forum, Mo Mo saw countless posts about him—everything imaginable, even people claiming to be him.

In this situation, the ID “Mo Mo” was clearly taken, so he had to settle for a variant without discounts.

“Hello everyone, I am Mo Mo.”

Hello everyone, I’m Mo Mo.

I’m very happy to see so many friends paying attention.

But there are a few things I must say.

I don’t think I’m particularly strong; I just want to play football well. As for the title of “God,” I am not worthy.

As for club choices, I can only say that this season I will work hard to help the team strive for the top.

I have no thoughts about the winter transfer window.

Also, I hope everyone can support and pay attention to Chinese football.

Well, the Mo Mo forum was lively. The first reply came from “Mo Mo” himself.

Mo Mo: “Daring to impersonate me? Young people these days!”

Ronaldo: “Tsk tsk tsk, I’m coming to China soon for a friendly match.”

Ronaldinho: “I’m just browsing. Interested in joining Paris Saint-Germain?”

Ibrahimović: “I’m Ibrahimović, how’s everyone doing!?”

Zlatan: “Clearly a fraud. Ibrahimović!? If he’s claiming anything, it should be Zlatan!”

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Beckham: “Everyone’s here—our market value is really something.”

Beckham’s free kick: “Seeing the quick replies from the seniors, I feel I shouldn’t break formation.”

Toni: “You already did, Beckham. Now take your free kick.”

Kahn: “I’ll defend!?”

Yang Chen: “In China, we still need local players like us.”

Hao Haidong: “Is this a dream or what!?”

At this moment, Mo Mo stared at the screen in bewilderment—not because he was dumbfounded, but because a new function had just appeared in his mind, startling him.

Star Player Chat System: When star players enter sleep mode, the host initiates chat. Upon chat completion or player awakening, the stars will forget everything experienced in the dream, which will be replaced by other dream memories.

Mo Mo coughs—anyone there!?

Ibrahimović: “I’m Zlatan, who the hell are you?”

Van der Vaart: “Ibrahimović deliberately injured my leg!”

Ibrahimović: “I said it wasn’t intentional.”

Klose: “Is this a dream!? Heard the club plans to sell me.”

Henry: “Huh!? What’s going on here!?”

Ronaldo: “This must be a dream!”

Beckham: “It’s Mo Mo!? Hey, I heard they want to pair you up with that chubby kid up front!”

Rooney: “Ha, is that how you refer to me? Chubby kid?”

Toni: “My goodness, how are there so many stars here?”

Messi: “……”

Cristiano Ronaldo: “Hmm! A line of dots!? I’m telling you all, I want to be the strongest player.”

Quaresma: “You better surpass me first! Never realized you had such ambition.”

Pizarro: “The coach is starting to get dissatisfied with me.”

At this point, Mo Mo was utterly confused—how was this chat even happening?

The system provided an explanation.

Mo Mo’s replies can be set to be visible to everyone or to specific individuals. The first sentence was visible to all.

Chats are only visible to relevant parties. For example, Ibrahimović and others can see each other, but if one star thinks about (which will display their thought) another star, that creates a link.

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Players who have a link can see information about the player who thought of them—for example, Ibrahimović’s info is not visible to Van der Vaart.

However, Van der Vaart mentioned Ibrahimović, so Ibrahimović can see Van der Vaart’s info.

Ibrahimović: “What kind of captain are you, Van der Vaart! You actually told the media I deliberately injured your leg!”

Ibrahimović: “Are you jealous because I scored more goals? So you slander me? You useless, spineless guy.”

(System prompts Van der Vaart has logged out.)

At this moment, Van der Vaart was sweating profusely, eyes wide open. His wife asked beside him,

“What’s wrong, dear?”

Van der Vaart stared blankly,

“I don’t know!? My heart’s pounding fast.”

At that, Van der Vaart seemed to feel a dull ache in his leg again.

“Damn, it must be the leg Zlatan tackled that hasn’t healed yet.”

After some intimate moments, the couple fell asleep peacefully. Typical Dutch, huh!?

Well, some meaningful information could be gleaned here—after all, whatever the brain thinks is displayed directly.

For instance, Klose was about to be transferred, Cristiano Ronaldo’s ambition, and Messi’s “……” response.

Fortunately, Quaresma would forget all this upon waking; otherwise, how could he imagine that a teammate he got along with well, who often went drinking with him, harbored such ambition?

Toni: “Should I give up football? I haven’t achieved anything so far. I should take responsibility for my girlfriend.”

Lizarazu: “So tired, so tired! I really can’t play anymore.”

Zidane: “Sigh, who’s Mo Mo? Sounds like a Chinese guy.”

Hao Haidong: “Dreaming about that Mo Mo guy!? Maybe I should find a team and make a real go of it. If Mo Mo can do it, why can’t I? Let’s go to the Premier League!”

Li Jinyu: “I should have pushed harder in Ligue 1, but it really didn’t suit me!”

Yang Chen: “This place isn’t for me; I should return to my country.”

Mo Mo’s eyes gleamed brightly. From now on, no secret in a star’s heart; the fire of gossip was burning fiercely.