Max Gong

Nearly expelled from his youth academy for an obsession with collecting vintage abacuses, he now patrols the flank like a streak of lightning. While his agility can occasionally feel robotic, he compensates with blistering pace and an exquisite first touch that leaves defenders rooted to the spot. His unnerving calm under pressure was forged in the shame of his near-exit, turning that early hardship into a relentless engine for greatness.