I Deliver Food in a Lamborghini - Chapter 69 - Love Teachers Taking Turns

Manchester United, once a dominant force in world football, finds itself struggling under Erik ten Hag despite having the financial power to rebuild.Big-money transfers fail to restore the club’s glory, forcing Ten Hag to shift his focus to homegrown talent.Among the overlooked prospects in the U18 squad is Leo Calderon, a 17-year-old central midfielder buried deep in the pecking order.Lacking physicality and dismissed by teammates as weak, Leo endures constant ridicule from those who dominate with strength and athleticism.But during one ordinary training session, everything changes—Leo suddenly sees passing lanes no one else can, angles of play invisible to even the most talented prospects.Yet, there’s a problem. His vision surpasses his ability. The passes he attempts don’t connect, his technique unable to match his newfound awareness.Coaches dismiss his efforts as sloppy, and his struggles continue. But one unexpected observer—a visiting League One assistant coach—notices something different.He watches Leo’s movements, seeing potential where others see failure.As Leo fights to prove himself in an unforgiving system, the question lingers—can he refine his raw talent before the club moves on without him?

He is the Lord of the Realm, he is the Supreme of the Realm, and the Celestial Buddhas are the ministers.

After the fall of the earth …

Fan Ruoxi : Feng Chen, people should hug …
Chen Ruolin : Feng Chen, everyone wants to kiss …
Liu Ruyan : Seal the dust, hurry up and roll over the aging mother, the aging mother must hold up
Li Bingbing : Shao Feng, his mother’s waist is sore, others have to rub
Feng Chen : It’s called Mao. Can’t come one by one?

- Description from 69shu

Jun Wu Xiao = Almighty > author. The author accepts to design adventures for Him. So this work will never end, one adventure will lead to another (except the first one because of an error). If you want to read a book that will never end, then read this. Thank you!

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?