7 Trials (2)ALSO CONTRACT
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so I just woke up today and I opened web novel like normal then I went into my inbox as normal and WEB NOVEL DECIDED TO SEND ME A PARAGRAPH ABOUT THE CONTRACT SO IM SIGNING TO THEM ONLY CHAPTER 7 ASWELL SO THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUPPORTING Also don't worry about the updates now it's going to be a lot faster but I'm scared that it might ruin the pace of the story so gimme ideas guys on what should I do.
A SERIOUS QUESTION FOR YOU GUYS WHAT TEAM SHOULD HE JOIN
Newcastle United F.C.
or
Manchester United
personally, I want him to join Newcastle because United is already Ronaldo's club and he built that and also I already started writing on Newcastle but I wanted to interact with my audience more so pick I really hope you guys pick Newcastle because it's gonna be so much work for me if you guys pick Manchester United and the updates are gonna, even more slower so PICK WISELY...
Back to the story
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*FWEEEEEEE!*
In the blazing midday heat, Adam and the other participants in the fourth group set-off as soon as Coach Aston blew the whistle. The last race in the New York trials had started.
Adam did not bother to spy on his other opponents but just took off at half of his top speed. It was a race of 32 laps totalling approximately 8 miles. He needed to save his energy by slowing his pace at the beginning.
However, noteworthy players like Tyler Adams and Cameron Carter-Vickers were in a class of their own. They shot forward at their fastest pace and soon led the entire pack of 30 players. Stubbornly sticking to them was Brenden Aaronson the springy boy prodigy from New Jersey
The group of four started to break away from the others, a feat that caused Adam to worry. So, he accelerated.
He increased his pace until he was only a few meters behind them during the sixth lap. However, the four stubbornly stuck to their lead despite all his efforts.
For the next twenty laps, their group accelerated ahead of the rest, taking an average of 70 seconds per lap. Their time was only about 10 seconds behind the top runners in the world. They came close to doubling the rest.
Tyler Adams and Brenden Aaronson shadowed every stride, both wearing arsenal t-shirts
He maintained his acceleration and went past Tyler and Brendon as well. By the 28th lap, only Cameron Carter-Vickers was still ahead of him.
With only 3 laps to go, Adam strong started closing the gap. Cameron Carter-Vickers dug, pushed harder, and did everything to shake his competitor. But, he was also overtaken by Adam towards the end of the 29th lap.
Adam was giddy with excitement but maintained his swift pace. He continued dashing along the brown clay tracks of the stadium. He had no intention of losing
Adam had been jogging an average of five miles each day for the two weeks preceding his journey to times square. His fitness could hold up against the remaining few laps around the pitch.
However, at the start of the penultimate lap, Adam saw a shadow flash by, leaving him in the dust. The boy prodigy, Brenden Aaronson, had overtaken him with only 800 meters to go.
[Shit!]
He also accelerated but failed to catch up with him.
[Am I going to lose?]
He laboured to increase his pace. The pain in his limbs was an ocean of unknowable depths and lurking beasts. But, he ignored it and continued chasing Brenden Aaronson's shadow.
A feeling of dejection washed over him. He felt his legs become heavy like they were weighed down by lead.
[I have to win this no matter what.]
He tapped into energy reserves he never thought he had and accelerated instantly.
Coach Aston stood on the sidelines watching the race. He had taken a keen interest in the fourth group which included two interesting boys who had formerly been noticed Brenden Aaronson had been the best player in the secondary school competition held in New York at the start of the year.
The boy did not disappoint him.
"Brenden Aaronson, the new boy will take this race," Coach Aston announced from his left. "Adam and the rest are spent and have no chance of catching up," he added.
"Let's wait and see," Coach Aston smiled. "A competition is never won until the very end," he intoned. He focused back on the running forms of Adam and Brenden
The race's results looked like a foregone conclusion after the last bend. Brenden flew gleefully towards the finish line while Adam desperately chased. But, with half a lap to go, Adam contorted his body and sprinted, pulling off a schoolboy imitation of a galloping horse.
With 30 meters remaining, Adam miraculously accelerated past Brenden before dashing to the finish line. He looked back at neither those behind him nor the coaches on the sidelines. His eyes remained locked on the finish line until he won the race.
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"Marcus stone Beni Badibanga, Cameron Carter-Vickers Tyler Adams Brenden Aaronson Adam strong ." Coach Aston closed his counter book after reading out the names of the players with the best times in the race.
the coaches only selected 30 boys among 700 players. Those whose names had been called by Coach Aston entered the centre circle of the pitch as part of the group selected to return for trial matches the following day.
Adam was the last to be called since he had the best time in the whole group. Coach Aston had been reading the list in descending order.
Adam swaggered into the centre circle, earning a few frowns and harrumphs from the likes of Chris Luyinda and his former classmates Tony and Patrick.
Only then did Adam get time to open the system user interface. He had already confirmed that it was invisible to others. So, he boldly opened the missions tab and perused through his achievements.
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*G.O.A.T MISSIONS
#4 new messages
CONGRATULATIONS
->You have completed 1st task in the serial mission - New York Soccer Trials (Become the top 3 in the physical fitness testing at the soccer trials).
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->Mission-Rewards
1) B-grade agility enhancing elixir (Available in system-shop; temporarily unlocked. The user must consume the elixir within 5 seconds after being removed from the system shop.)
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->Mission Summary
*Task 1: Become top 3 in the physical fitness testing at the soccer trials. (Finished race in a record time of 39.12 minutes; Rating A+)
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->Overall Mission Rating: NA (available at the end of the trials)
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->Bonus rewards
You have earned 5 experience points
Adam finally confirmed that he had completed the mission task with an A+ grade.
However, he did not open the system shop to access his reward. He closed the interface and looked up only to see the boys that had not been selected marching out of the pitch with dejected expressions. He couldn't help but recall the times he had been part of such a group during his previous life.
He sighed in sympathy.
At this point in his past life, he had returned to his former school with no hope of becoming a professional soccer player. He had been rejected by the school team later due to a recurring ankle injury. But now, he had gone through the first stage of the trials. His fate was starting to change for the better.
[I only have to perform well in the matches tomorrow. I can then move and seriously develop my career.] He thought.
"Listen up, everyone," Coach Aston bellowed once the unsuccessful players had left the stadium.
"Congratulations on passing the first test of the trial. Tomorrow, several renowned scouts will be here to watch you perform. Make sure you are here by eight. Otherwise, you will face immediate disqualification." The coach warned solemnly.
"Any questions?" He asked, looking around.
The strange boy who had also been part of the leading group in Hugo's race instantly raised his arm.
"Yes," Coach Aston pointed at him. "Tell us your name first before asking your question."
"My name is Marcus stones, sir," the boy stammered. "What will be involved in the trials tomorrow? How should we prepare?" He asked.
[So, he is stones, the player murdered before he left for Europe in my previous life.]Aston mused.
He finally understood why he didn't recognize a highly fit player like him. Marcus stones died at the hands of a local prostitute in times square after being selected by one of the high-performance academies. All the coaches in had sighed in regret at the loss of such a budding talent.
[I should help him this time. The USA needs more players like him for international tournaments.]
"There will only be trial matches tomorrow," Damata replied. "Eat well, rest well, and come prepared to perform tomorrow morning. That's all."
"Any more questions?"
All the players remained silent.
"Okay, you're dismissed," Coach Aston waved impatiently. "We'll see you all tomorrow."
