The God of Football Starts With Passive Skills-Chapter 162 - 53: Top Scorer! Huge Reward! This Is a Miracle! Regarding Wang Shuo’s Underestimated Potential Value

Chapter 162: Chapter 53: Top Scorer! Huge Reward! This Is a Miracle! Regarding Wang Shuo’s Underestimated Potential Value

"Ahem."

Wang Shuo almost choked on his water, staring at her in complete surprise.

Lina Gerk was wearing a bit of light makeup, which made her skin look flawless. Dressed in Adidas athletic wear, she radiated a youthful energy.

He had to admit, models were on another level. That figure, that aura... ’So fine!’

Lina Gerk, however, was perfectly composed. She let Wang Shuo’s gaze roam over her before suddenly asking, "Did you add me?"

"What?" Wang Shuo guiltily retracted his somewhat greedy gaze.

"I said, your contacts. Did you add me?"

Wang Shuo was speechless.

"So... you didn’t, right?"

"Sorry, I forgot."

Lina Gerk still had a smile on her face, but her eyes seemed to say, ’I knew you’d forget.’

"Well... is now a good time?"

"Of course."

Wang Shuo quickly took out his Nokia. It was a bit old—a cheap model that Thomas Essien had bought for him when he first arrived in Germany.

Lina Gerk was surprised.

Logically, a player like Wang Shuo, even as a rookie, should be earning quite a bit.

’Why is he using such a shabby phone?’

Wang Shuo took out his phone, opened his contacts, and started adding Lina Gerk’s number and name.

"No, the name’s spelled wrong. It’s Gercke..."

Lina Gerk leaned closer to Wang Shuo, pointing at his phone screen as she spelled out her name.

A delicate fragrance immediately wafted over, sending Wang Shuo’s mind reeling.

Fortunately, Thomas Essien arrived.

"Hey, Thomas."

"Hello, Lina."

The two greeted each other familiarly.

After watching Wang Shuo save her name in his phone, Lina Gerk gave him a radiant smile and walked away.

"Don’t tell me that girl’s into you," Thomas Essien said suggestively, his eyes fixed on Lina Gerk’s retreating back.

Wang Shuo really wanted to say, ’I think so, too.’

But what he actually said was, "No way. I don’t know her well."

"You two were in the gossip columns."

"Rumors! They’re fake!"

"She offered you her *personal* number." Thomas Essien stressed the word "personal."

"We’re just friends." In reality, Wang Shuo was secretly pleased.

"Well, I think if you really want to be the next Beckham, she’d be a pretty good candidate for your Victoria."

Wang Shuo remained noncommittal.

"And you know, Victoria is one year older than Beckham, and she’s two years older than you. It’s a pretty good fit."

’Is it a good fit?’

Wang Shuo didn’t know.

"By the way, do you know her well?"

"Not at all."

"Then you two..."

"She came to watch your match not too long ago."

"She did?"

"You didn’t know?"

"How would I know if you didn’t tell me?"

"I thought you knew..."

"Which match?"

"The home game against Hoffenheim, and the home game against Hamburg. She came to both."

"Really?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you?"

"Then how come no reporters took her picture?"

"Hey, buddy, you play for Mainz, not Bayern Munich or Dortmund. What reporters do you think show up to a home game? And even if there are any, who pays attention to the stands?"

"Besides, don’t you know that a lot of those so-called celebrity street photos, or pictures of them at games, are provided to entertainment magazines and newspapers by the stars themselves?"

Wang Shuo realized he was still too green.

’It’s all because I’m too naive!’

...

The Adidas photoshoot went quickly.

The male and female leads were Wang Shuo and Lina Gerk.

In reality, they didn’t have much contact beyond striking a few poses.

Since everything had been discussed and arranged beforehand, the shoot progressed rapidly.

It was all finished in a single afternoon.

After the shoot, at Thomas Essien’s suggestion, Wang Shuo treated Lina Gerk to dinner.

During the meal, Lina Gerk offered Wang Shuo some suggestions about his usual style of dress and personal image.

Although she was only twenty, she had entered the modeling world at a young age. Her fashion sense was far beyond what Wang Shuo or Thomas Essien could compare to, and her advice was quite professional.

Not only that, but she also cheerfully said that if Wang Shuo had any related questions in the future, he could call her anytime.

"So, don’t delete my contact info."

Wang Shuo could only agree.

After returning to Mainz, Wang Shuo received a call from Lina Gerk that very evening.

She asked with concern if he had gotten home safely.

She also took the opportunity to chat with Wang Shuo about football.

It was mostly Lina Gerk asking questions and Wang Shuo answering.

"Do you play Football Manager?"

"Not really. I used to play Pro Evolution Soccer a lot back home, but I was terrible at it."

"Hee hee, did you know there was some news about Football Manager recently?"

"What?"

"About you."

"Oh?"

"Football Manager just released FM2009, right? The stats for Wang Shuo in the game are really, really bad, and it’s caused players to start cursing them out and defending you."

"Why?"

"Anderson, Boyan, Pato, and Balotelli have a potential of -10. Walcott has a fixed potential of 182, Aguero is 189, and even Rakitic has 172. Guess what yours is?"

"150?"

"Hee hee, you think too highly of yourself. They only gave you 126."

"How is that possible?"

"Exactly! That’s why the players are furious. Football Manager has always been famous for its detailed data, but they made a huge blunder with you. They explained that they gave you a potential rating of -6 based on your performance in the 2nd Bundesliga last season."

"-6? What does that mean?"