Zongman: Hong Kong's black ceiling but autistic, what should I do?

Like before, the second and third games of the first selection ended with a crushing victory for Fukuzawa Sakura's team, and the one-on-one match between Itoshi Rin and Fukuzawa Sakura also ended with a dismal result of three consecutive losses.

Shishi Rin stepped on the football and said breathlessly:

"Next time... phew... I'll beat you."

Fukuzawa Sakura sat on the ground calmly, raised her head and looked at Itoshi Rin whose clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Rin, do you think it's fun to compete with someone who is not as strong as you?"

"What do you mean? I am indeed not as good as you now, but I am growing every time I compete with you. Next time, I will definitely beat you and prove to my brother..."

"Ah, that's not what I meant. But you're right."

Fukuzawa Sakura said something in a light tone that made Shishi Rin's pupils shrink.

“Actually, I’m planning to quit~”

"what?"

Shishi Rin grabbed Fukuzawa Sakura by the collar.

"You also think it's boring to play with people who are not as strong as you, so you always ask me to play football, but——"

Fukuzawa Sakura casually patted the hand of Shishi Rin that was holding the collar.

"Rin, I find it boring to compete with you. Well, if it weren't for your good looks, I probably wouldn't be able to last through these three games. Maybe I'll quit after the first game."

Hearing Fukuzawa Sakura's cruel but practical words, Shishi Rin slowly let go of Fukuzawa Sakura's collar, lowered his head, and turned around silently.

"As you wish."

Although Itoshi Rin's hair blocked his face and Fukuzawa Sakura couldn't see his expression, she felt that he must be unhappy, so she called him from behind.

"Rin, why are you unhappy? If I quit, you will be number one, and you can prove yourself to your brother."

"You can only prove yourself by quitting. Who are you looking down on?"

Itoshi Rin turned her back to Fukuzawa Sakura and shouted loudly.

"what..."

Fukuzawa Sakura reached out her hand to keep Itoshi Rin, but she didn't know what to say for a moment and could only watch Itoshi Rin leave.

After the training, Fukuzawa Sakura once again came to Eishin Shinpachi's office.

"So, you want to quit?"

Shinpachi Huixin sat on a chair, eating instant noodles and looking at Sakura Fukuzawa coldly.

"Well, sports really aren't for me. I'd better quit early. I didn't really like playing football anyway. I just thought it was fun so I came here for fun."

"Really? Then pack up and leave."

"Hey! Jinpachi, you won't try to keep me? I thought that with our relationship, you would at least refuse three or four times before letting me go..."

"Relationship? What is the relationship between us? Is it the relationship between lover and godfather?"

Huixin Shinpachi lowered his head and looked into Fukuzawa Sakura's eyes sharply.

"Oh..."

Fukuzawa Sakura turned her head away feeling somewhat guilty.

"You know it~"

"Heh, thanks to the famous Sakura, everyone in Building 5 knows that we are closely related. If you leave early, my reputation can at least be saved."

"Hmm, how can you say such cold words with your 36-degree mouth?"

"... Are you going to leave or not? If not, I will chase you away."

"Oh, man, you don't cherish me after you got me. Who sent me a letter asking me to participate in the first place...Okay, okay, I won't be naughty anymore. I'm leaving now."

Fukuzawa Sakura ran back to the dormitory amidst the murderous gaze of Eishin Shinpachi, and thought for a long time on the bed, and finally called Xiao Hei out.

the next day.

Fukuzawa Sakura came to Building No. 5.

Fukuzawa Sakura handed the purple and white dolls in her hands to Mikage Reiou and Nagi Makotoshirou respectively.

Yuying Ling Wang looked at the palm-sized doll in his hand and said:

"Sakura, are you really going to leave?"

"Yes, I wander around just to find my final destination~"

"...speak human language."

“I found football a bit boring so I quit.”

"...You are really honest."

King Mikage Ling looked at Fukuzawa Sakura speechlessly.

"It's a pity we haven't played a game yet. Jie said you were very good."

After being defeated by Jie Shiyi in the previous match, Nagi Makoto rekindled his passion for playing football.

"Oh, that's okay."

Fukuzawa Sakura took the opportunity to touch Nagi Seishiro's head.

"There is a guy named Itoshi Rin in Building No. 1. He is my defeated opponent. Although you can't beat him, you can still treat him as a low-profile version of me and play against him in the next game."

"..."

...

"Sakura, are you really going to leave?"

Senkiri Leopard Horse held the mini version of Senkiri Leopard Horse doll that Fukuzawa Sakura made last night and looked at Fukuzawa Sakura worriedly.

"Yeah, yeah, I haven't competed with you yet, and neither has Xiao Fengle~"

Feng Lehui swung the mini Feng Lehui in his hand, making the motion of kicking a football.

"Sakura has already thought about it, so there's no need for us to say anything more."

Putting the rational Kunishin Rensuke and the mini Kunishin Rensuke together gives them an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

"If we work hard, maybe Sakura will see us on TV."

Jie Shiyi gently touched the head of the smiling mini Jie Shiyi in his hand.

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, you may compete in the stadium outside in the future. I will come to see you then!"

Compared to everyone else's reluctance, Fukuzawa Sakura looked heartless.

"Well, today's separation is only for a better meeting in the future."

"Goodbye~"

...

After finishing the training, Shishi Rin glanced at the location of the training room toilet and then turned back to the dormitory.

As soon as she opened the door of the dormitory, Itoshi Rin saw something suddenly appear on the table.

Shishi Rin walked up to the table, sneered, picked up the things on the table, carefully placed them on the cabinet beside, then took the towel beside it, turned around and went into the bathroom——

Behind her, a mini Itoshi Rin doll and a mini Itoshi Sae (Itoshi Rin's brother) doll were holding hands and sitting on the cabinet with expressionless faces.