ALL MY WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL ELVES

Chapter 147 Number 69?

The next day after class, Kan headed to the football club to have another look at the club he wished to join.

However, on arriving, he realized there were way more people than he met previously and not just that, there looked to be different jerseys on the pitch.

"They are having a match?!" Kan spoke out loud only for someone behind to respond.

"Yeah, it's a friendly between us, Ebony High football team and Prinx college. We better win!," a student just in the same uniform as Kan said.

"Ehhh...why is it a must-win? Is there a prize attached or some trophy? You just said it's a friendly, isn't it?" Kan asked, beginning to doubt his footballing knowledge and questioning himself internally on what a 'friendly' was.

"Yeah, but you know Coach Nami, she does a special celebration after each game won!" the student noted with a cheeky smile.

"I see..." Kan said, turning around to face the ongoing action while his thoughts remained on what Coach Nami's special celebration was.

As Kan observed the players on either side each comprising six members, he couldn't help but notice the unusual presence of the player he had collided with earlier.

"Six on either side. So I guess there is some sort of change after all," Kan noted in mind.

Standing alone, the guy, adorned with the number '7' on his jersey, seemed accustomed to the role of a substitute.

Intrigued, Kan shifted his attention to the female captain, determined to discover her identity. As she turned, revealing the number '69' on her shirt, Kan couldn't suppress a smile.

"Wow, I'm getting to like everything about this lady," he remarked to himself, appreciating the allure of the unexpected number.

Meanwhile, the lone player with the number '7' walked over and took a seat beside Kan.

Unfazed by the lack of acknowledgment, Kan decided to break the silence. "Hey Seven!" he greeted, receiving only a nonchalant look in return. Undeterred, Kan pressed on.

"What's your name, dude?"

The response was measured, "I'm Wick." Kan acknowledged the name, offering a friendly, "Nice name there. I'm Kan."

However, Wick's stoic demeanor remained, leaving a lingering sense of disconnection.

Curiosity spurred Kan to inquire about the captain's name.

"What's the name of the female captain on the pitch?" he asked Wick, hoping for a more responsive interaction.

"She's over there; you can go and ask her," Wick replied dismissively, still avoiding eye contact.

Rolling his eyes at Wick's uncooperative attitude, Kan stood up as Coach Belinda signaled the start of the training with a sharp whistle.

Emily, with the number '69' boldly printed on her jersey, stood poised in the center as the referee blew the whistle, initiating the game.

The opposing team, determined and focused, positioned themselves strategically, ready to counter any offensive move.

The ball rolled into play, and the tempo of the game soared. The captain, demonstrating a finesse that set her apart, swiftly moved through the opposing team with precision.

Her nimble footwork left the opposing team in helpless as she effortlessly dribbled past one after another, the ball seemingly an extension of her own body.

Kan, on the sideline, couldn't contain his excitement. "Go, Cap!" he cheered.

The Captain, with the ball at her feet, facing a determined opponent. The opponent, eager to intercept the ball, braces for the challenge.

As the captain approaches, she began with a controlled yet purposeful stride, eyes fixed on the opponent. The opponent, anticipating the next move, plants his feet, ready to pounce at the slightest hint of a direction change.

With a sudden burst of speed, the captain propelled the ball forward with the outside of her foot, sending it on a trajectory towards the opponent's left side. The opponent, reacting instinctively, shifts his weight towards the perceived trajectory of the ball.

Just as the opponent from Prinz college commits to intercepting the ball on his left, the captain swiftly retracts her foot, leaving the ball behind.

The opponent, caught off guard by the unexpected change, stumbles as his momentum carries him towards an empty space. It's the perfect illusion crafted by a deceptive dribble.

As the opponent grapples to regain balance, the captain, now a step ahead, deftly retrieves the ball with the inside of her foot. The opponent, desperately trying to recover, finds himself in a vulnerable position.

The captain, with the ball securely under control, effortlessly moved past the disoriented opponent.

"Yeah!" Kan jumped as he saw what the captain did to the opponent.

The fake movement, the calculated feint, and the opponent's tumble to the ground are all part of the intricate ballet of football.

As the captain approached another opponent, she meticulously assessed the situation. The opponent, agile and determined, crouched slightly, ready to intercept any pass or block the captain's path.

It was the perfect setup for a classic nutmeg – a move that would thread the ball through the opponent's legs, leaving them momentarily flustered.

With a sudden burst of acceleration, the captain made her move. She elegantly nudged the ball forward with the inside of his foot, enticing the defender to close in. The defender, predicting the captain's intentions, lunged forward, attempting to cut off the impending attack.

However, the captain was one step ahead. In a swift and calculated motion, she expertly slipped the ball between the defender's legs, threading the needle with impeccable precision.

The ball glided through the narrow gap between the defender's legs, leaving him momentarily frozen in disbelief.

The captain, now on the other side of the defender, seamlessly retrieved the ball, leaving the opponent grasping at thin air.

As she received the ball near the halfway line, two defenders closed in with determined intent. Undeterred, the captain's eyes flickered with a confident spark, signaling that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

With a sudden burst of speed, the captain accelerated towards the converging defenders. Like a mistress perfect at her job, she deftly moved the ball with the outside of her foot, leaving the first defender lunging in vain.

As the second defender closed in, the captain executed a mesmerizing series of stepovers, the ball seemingly glued to her feet. With calculated precision, she navigated the tight space between the defenders, leaving them entangled in their attempts to dispossess her.

"That's my girl!" Kan erupted into cheers as the captain emerged unscathed, having dribbled past both defenders with grace and finesse.

Now at the edge of the penalty area, her vision was unwavering. She spotted her teammate, wearing number '10' jersey, making a clever run towards the goal.

With a quick glance, the captain perfectly timed her pass, sending the ball gliding across the field to meet her teammate's feet.

Her teammate, receiving the ball with seamless control, found himself one-on-one with the goalkeeper.

The defenders, recovering from the captain's brilliant display, raced to close down the threat.

Yet, before they could intervene, number '10' unleashed a dazzling move.

With a deft flick, he lifted the ball over the oncoming goalkeeper, who leaped in vain.

The ball sailed gracefully through the air, and in a moment of sheer artistry, he followed up with an acrobatic scissor kick.

Time seemed to slow as the ball, propelled by number 10's precise strike, found the back of the net with a resounding thud.

The stadium erupted in a symphony of cheers and applause, the teammates acknowledging the brilliance of the captain's dribble and the exquisite finish. Teammates swarmed the captain, celebrating the goal.

Without wasting a moment, an opposing teammate swiftly regained possession, skillfully moving the ball back to the center line, ready to kick-start the game once more. The coach's whistle pierced the air, signaling the resumption of play.

As the opposing team geared up for a fresh offensive, anticipation hung in the air. The moment the whistle blew, a player from the opposing side unleashed a powerful strike, a testament to the raw strength behind the shot.

However, the attempt, laden with force, was marred by a critical miscalculation. The ball sailed wide of the goalpost, careening out for a goal kick.

Kan couldn't help but express his disbelief at the misguided effort. "Who on earth does that? Trying to score from the middle of the pitch? Nah, you don't have the accuracy and precision, dude," he scoffed, shaking his head at the senseless act unfolding before him.

Observing the chaos caused by the errant strike, Kan noticed the team's captain hastening to retrieve the ball that had strayed off course.

Swiftly seizing the opportunity, Kan decided to engage in a dual role – assisting in retrieving the ball and seizing a chance to interact with the captivating captain.

He sprang into action, making his way toward the ball under the guise of lending a helping hand.

Kan decided to show off a bit, he placed the ball slightly in front of him, centered between both feet. He gently dragged the ball backward with the sole of his right foot.

As the ball reached the tip of his foot, he lifted his foot and the ball went airborne, he grabbed the ball with his hands and gave it to the captain who was watching behind him.

"Uhmmm, nice moves you've got there," she complimented, a genuine smile brightening her face. She has a blonde hair packed into a ponytail with long lashes and a quite the huge eyes that showcased the deep blue colour it had.

She wore a short that exposed most of her thick thighs and her shirt was tightly fitted around her chest, pressing against her breasts which were enormous.

"Why not change and join us to play?" With those words, she encouraged Kan before gracefully strolling back onto the pitch, leaving an invitation hanging in the air.

Kan, initially not planning to play that day, found himself swayed by the captain's invitation. Unable to resist the opportunity to impress further, he swiftly walked over to one of the staff members who stood nearby.

"Good day, sir. Could you kindly direct me to the changing room? I'd like to gear up and join the game," Kan inquired, his eagerness evident in his voice. The staff member, noting the newfound enthusiasm, gladly pointed Kan in the direction of the changing room.

Embracing the unexpected turn of events, Kan headed towards the changing room, ready to impress and express his feelings for the captain on the field. The captain's invitation had sparked a shift in his plans, and as he prepared to don the yellow and black team colours.