The only decent counterattack in the entire first half.
It was the star of the Chinese football team, nicknamed "He shields the ball like Pelé," the great Emperor!
First, China's awesome goalkeeper made a crucial save, successfully stopping the ball in time, and then sent a powerful kick directly to midfield!
And this ball, by sheer coincidence, landed at the feet of our great Emperor!
Yes! Don't misunderstand!
It didn't land in the air, but the ball naturally rolled to the Emperor's feet.
The Emperor was taken aback at first; he never expected to get the ball!
After all, he had spent almost the entire first half lurking in his own penalty area. As China's sole forward, he had been completely out of the game.
With the ball at his feet, the Emperor immediately channeled the spirit of a Jamaican sprinter and charged forward with the ball!
While dribbling, he also carefully observed his surroundings.
His entire being exuded the Emperor's unique "King's Aura," suppressing the opposing players from Kimchi Country, making their bodies tremble!
The Emperor's expression was stern as he dribbled like the wind, radiating a...
Oh, no, it was the "King's Aura," swiftly covering a thousand miles alone to the Kimchi Country penalty area, then he raised his thigh, assuming a classic Tsubasa Ozora shooting stance...
Bang!
He swung his leg and shot!
In the shocked eyes of countless spectators, the snow-white football veered off course by ninety degrees!
The ball, which should have flown towards the Kimchi Country goal, inexplicably landed squarely on the corner flag...
Then the camera panned to the Kimchi Country goalkeeper. He opened his sleepy eyes, with drool still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
That's right!
It was drool!
Nonsense!
If you had to sit still for 45 minutes, wouldn't you get sleepy?
Then, the referee blew his whistle, signaling halftime.
The score at halftime.
0:0!
Silence fell over the entire stadium!
Suddenly!
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you!"
As the halftime whistle blew, Zhao Guanying, with an arm around Zhen Qing, took a peanut and threw it towards Ye Yun's face.
"Fuck your mother..."
Before Ye Yun could react, Lin Shiyou, on the other side, couldn't hold back and grabbed a beer bottle, ready to start a fight.
But just as he stood up, Ye Yun placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, shaking his head.
Tomorrow, this kid would face social death when a video of him being cuckolded would be all over the internet.
Why bother getting angry with such a person?
He had nothing better to do!
That's right, ever since Zhao Guanying had insulted him like this, Ye Yun had already decided to release the video he had.
He had originally filmed it on a whim.
He thought that if Zhao Guanying ever annoyed him in the future, he would post this video.
His wife, late at night, doing indescribable things with someone else in the restroom.
And he, himself, was acting like brothers with that lover...
Zhao Guanying's reputation as a "green-hatted turtle" would likely spread throughout Jinling!
Ye Yun never expected that this video would be so useful so soon!
Moreover, he didn't just want this video to spread in a small circle; he wanted the entire city of Jinling to know.
He wanted everyone to know.
He, Zhao Guanying, the wife of the young master of Tiansheng Group, had been 'intimately involved' with Xu Jiaguo of Hengda Group!
If Ye Yun remembered correctly, in his previous life, Hengda and Tiansheng Group seemed to have a good relationship, implying this matter had not been exposed.
Otherwise, if this matter were to be exposed, given Zhao Guanying's personality, he wouldn't be acting like brothers with Xu Jiaguo!
"What's wrong, Young Master Zhao?"
With his plan already made, Ye Yun calmly wiped his face, which had been hit by a peanut.
He smiled as if unconcerned.
"I only saw the Kimchi Country goalkeeper once in the first half. Do you think China can win?"
It seemed Lin Shiyou's furious outburst brought him more pleasure, he said with a smirk.
"I don't know much about football. There are so many people in China, they should be able to win, right?" Ye Yun said.
"Ha, hahaha! Can win? Do you think this is a beer-drinking contest?" Zhao Guanying laughed maniacally.
"Of course, it's playing football, not drinking beer. I have a hunch that China should be able to win," Ye Yun said matter-of-factly, seemingly not catching Zhao Guanying's sarcasm.
"A hunch? If hunches were useful, why would we need analysis? It seems you're not just a charlatan, but also an idiot! Young Master Xu, your family has a football team, you're a professional, why don't you analyze the situation on the field for this idiot?" Zhao Guanying guffawed.
"Heh, if Young Master Zhao says so, how can I refuse?" Xu Jiaguo smiled. "Watching a game is all about possession and attack! Throughout the first half, Kimchi Country had over 95% possession! And looking at their stamina, China's gentlemen are far inferior to Kimchi Country. I believe the stalemate will be broken very soon in the second half!"
At this moment, Xu Jiaguo pretentiously took a sip of his wine.
"Tsk, in my estimation, Kimchi Country will score within ten minutes of the second half starting!"
"Heh, then we shall wait and see!"
Soon, the second half began.
Within five minutes of the start, Kimchi Country, through several beautiful passes, exploited gaps in China's defense. Utilizing the defensive players' passing errors, one player broke into the penalty area and scored. The score became 1-0, with China trailing.
Five minutes later, the opposing forward, Sun Qiúshén, broke through on a solo run, dribbling past seven or eight Chinese players from midfield, finally reaching the penalty area and unleashing a powerful shot.
Bang!
The ball nestled into the net.
In just ten minutes, China was trailing 0:2!
The Kimchi Country fans in the stadium erupted with thunderous cheers, shouts of "Oppah, Oppah!" growing louder and louder.
Facing this scene, Song Yunfan and Lin Shiyou's expressions froze.
Meanwhile, Xu Jiaguo and Zhao Guanying were gleeful.
"Tsk, tsk, it's 2-0. Looks like we'll have some good entertainment tomorrow."
With a 2-0 deficit at the start of the second half, even a monkey would know that China's gentlemen had no hope of a comeback.
"Damn it, the game isn't over yet, why are you guys shouting!"
Lin Shiyou retorted irritably, though a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.
Brother Ye...
Could he have miscalculated this time!
There were still 35 minutes left in the game. China needed to score three goals in these 35 minutes?
Is that even possible?
To be honest, if it weren't for Ye Yun saying it, Lin Shiyou would have wanted to give up on this bet right now.
"Yes, the game isn't over. Maybe China can score three goals in a row," Ye Yun chuckled.
His heart was unmoved; he even felt like increasing his stake.
After all, this game in his previous life had caused a huge stir online.
He definitely wouldn't forget the outcome!
Lin Shiyou looked down at Ye Yun and stopped speaking.
However, seeing the calmness in Ye Yun's eyes slightly eased his uneasy heart.
"Heh, they won't give up until they hit the Yellow River... Unfortunately, in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, all struggles are in vain!"
Zhao Guanying sneered.
However, the slap in the face came quickly. Within five minutes, the situation on the field changed.
Originally, after falling behind by two goals, China's "white cut chickens" had given up, with almost everyone retreating into their penalty area, adopting a rare 1-0-9 strategy!
That is, one forward and nine defenders!
And the battle, under this peculiar arrangement, quietly began to shift...