When Zhou Yi received the ball frequently in the backfield, everyone felt nervous, especially when the two Chelsea forwards rushed into the penalty area to try and intercept the ball.

But amidst everyone's anxiety, the ball was safely passed out after a few quick passes.

And now, Zhou Yi had a golden opportunity to control the ball, facing the direction of attack, completely unmarked!

The Chinese team's coaching staff on the sidelines erupted in excitement.

"Pass! Pass the ball, quickly!"

"Dribble! Dribble forward, charge at them! Break through!"

A group of people shouted, each with different instructions, their own thoughts in disarray.

They were all anxious for Zhou Yi; this was such a great opportunity. If Zhou Yi didn't seize it, it would be a real... pity!

Liang Qiqi, who had been mocking Zhou Yi for only knowing how to pass the ball around in the backfield, was also dumbfounded—how did passing it around end up creating an attacking opportunity for the Chinese team?

While the sidelines were in chaos, Zhou Yi, who had the ball on the field, remained calm.

Off the field, he might be a goofball whose thought processes many found hard to understand, but on the field, his mind was clearer than anyone else's.

After receiving the ball, he didn't pass it immediately but continued to dribble forward!

He didn't dribble fast, but he was moving the ball forward nonetheless.

The Chelsea defense then pressed up, with two players rushing towards him.

Just as they rushed up, Zhou Yi passed the ball, sending it diagonally forward to his left.

And this direction was precisely the space behind those two Chelsea youth team players who had pressed up!

This wasn't a short pass of five to ten meters this time but a long pass of over twenty-five meters!

With such a large open space, there was no need to be too precise with the pass; as long as the ball could be sent to that area, it would be a success.

The ball flew swiftly along the grass, passing through the gap between the two Chelsea youth team players who had come up, catching them off guard!

This kick exhausted all of Zhou Yi's remaining strength. After passing the ball, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, but Zhou Yi's eyes remained fixed on the ball.

He saw the ball rolling towards its destination, and in that place, a figure was sprinting out at high speed, chasing the ball.

It was his roommate, He Ying.

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"Good... good!" Xu Yang slapped his thigh excitedly at the sight.

When Zhou Yi was dribbling the ball, he was worried that he would lose it or miss the opportunity, but now seeing Zhou Yi pass the ball out and He Ying sprinting up to chase it, he finally felt relieved.

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The Chelsea youth team players were caught off guard when Zhou Yi suddenly passed the ball—where was it going, and to whom?

Their eyes followed the ball as it spun backward, and that's when they saw the Chinese number ten had overtaken them and was chasing the ball!

And in front of him was half of an empty field!

Their goalkeeper was all alone there, appearing very... small against the backdrop of this vast field!

It was at this moment that they realized—this was a through ball to beat the offside trap!

A group of people then turned around and began to chase frantically.

But Zhou Yi's pass to He Ying was perfectly timed, fully utilizing He Ying's speed advantage. He sprinted for more than ten meters, reaching his maximum speed, and then received the ball. At this time, the Chelsea youth team's defenders were still far away from him, but he wasn't far from the goal.

After catching up with the ball, He Ying kicked the ball forward, without any hesitation, and dribbled towards the Chelsea youth team's penalty area.

Now it was the Chelsea youth team's goalkeeper's turn to hesitate—should I come out immediately, or should I wait a little longer?

He Ying's thinking was much simpler: just dribble, keep dribbling all the way to the front of the goal!

He dribbled steadily, showing no signs of any physical problems, and maintained a good rhythm of speed and dribbling, not losing much speed while carrying the ball.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed outside the penalty area.

The Chelsea youth team's goalkeeper also chose to abandon his goal and come out to meet He Ying.

At this moment, everyone's heart was in their throat—the Chinese knew what it would mean if He Ying scored this goal, and the Chelsea people knew it too.

Could He Ying seize this opportunity that Zhou Yi had given him?

He Ying slowed down as he approached the opposing goalkeeper, then made a feint to shoot with his right foot, and the Chelsea youth team's goalkeeper lunged towards the ball.

He Ying's right foot came down but only nudged the ball to the left, and at the same time, he changed direction, brushing past the goalkeeper who was diving to the right.

Then he caught up with the ball.

At this moment, in front of him was only a goal that was seven meters thirty-two long and two meters forty-four high!

The Chinese team's substitutes stood up from their seats, and many of them raised their hands, eager to cheer.

Under everyone's gaze, He Ying caught up with the ball and unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball flew into the goal without any suspense, stopping only when it hit the net!

Logically speaking, this shot didn't need to be so powerful, but He Ying also had a fire in his heart and occasionally wanted to let it burn.

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"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The Chinese team members on the coaching staff and bench went crazy. This was the first time they had taken the lead three times in a single game!

Scoring three goals in the second half, completing the comeback!

Even Yang Fei, whose position had been taken by Guo Nu, jumped up and cheered, startling Liang Qiqi next to him, who looked at his crazed teammates with a bewildered expression.

He didn't seem to understand what had happened...

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He Ying also roared to the sky after scoring, showing a rare display of excitement.

His teammates ran excitedly from the backfield towards him, wanting to hug him and celebrate the goal.

He was soon swamped...

Sun Pan wasn't in the mood to celebrate He Ying's goal, but he also ran out of the penalty area to celebrate with Zhou Yi. This goal was also Zhou Yi's assist, making it his third assist in this game, a hat-trick of assists! Naturally, it deserved a good celebration.

He and Guo Nu ran towards Zhou Yi together.

But they noticed something was wrong with Zhou Yi...

Zhou Yi was also happy to see the ball go in, and he wanted to get up and celebrate the goal, but as soon as he sat up, he clutched his calf and fell to the ground, rolling around.

Yang Muge, who was closest to him, had also come to celebrate, but he saw Zhou Yi like this and rushed over immediately.

"What's wrong, Zhou Yi?"

He thought Zhou Yi had injured his knee, which would be terrible. From Zhou Yi's movements, it looked very likely.

Sun Pan also ran over and immediately asked, "Injured?"

"Don't jinx it!" Guo Nu said anxiously.

"Cramping..." Zhou Yi, rolling on the ground, gasped.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, and then Sun Pan shouted, "Damn! Why are you holding your knee if it's just a cramp!"

Yang Muge and Guo Nu breathed a sigh of relief.

Guo Nu immediately grabbed Zhou Yi's cramping leg, pressed the sole of his shoe against his stomach, forcefully flexed his abdominal muscles, and then bent Zhou Yi's foot down.

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In front of the coaching staff who were still celebrating, Hao Dong also noticed the situation on Zhou Yi's side—from Guo Nu's movements, he knew that Zhou Yi must have cramped up.

At this point, he remembered to check the time.

It turned out that unknowingly, the game had already been played for sixty-nine minutes!

Compared to the last time when he only lasted half a game, Zhou Yi had played twenty-four more minutes. And it was precisely in these twenty-four minutes that Zhou Yi had assisted on two goals for the team, helping the team go from being one goal behind to leading by one goal.

However, judging from his current situation, he probably couldn't hold on any longer.

Hao Dong stopped Xu Yang, who was still celebrating with the others: "Xu, tell Yang Fei to warm up."

Xu Yang turned his head to look at the field and saw Zhou Yi cramping.

"Ah, okay!"

He first sighed, then nodded repeatedly.

It was a pity that Zhou Yi couldn't hold on, but it was already remarkable that he was able to assist on three goals before being substituted.

Hopefully, Zhou Yi can last a little longer in the next game...

The happiest person to see Zhou Yi cramping was Liang Qiqi, because he played in the same position as Zhou Yi. If Zhou Yi couldn't continue the game and had to be substituted, then who could replace him?

Looking across the entire bench, it was only him!

So when he saw assistant coach Xu Yang running towards the bench, he quickly adjusted his posture and expression, showing a eager-to-try look.

But Xu Yang, who was moving quickly, rushed past him like the wind, ruffling his hair, and then stopped in front of Yang Fei: "Yang Fei, go warm up, quickly!"

Yang Fei was celebrating the goal when suddenly a pie fell from the sky and landed on his head.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Guo Nu pressing Zhou Yi's leg, immediately understanding what was happening.

"Okay!"

Without saying a word, he immediately rushed back to his seat, grabbed the yellow training vest from the chair, and ran to the warm-up area.

The hair that had just fallen on Liang Qiqi's forehead was lifted up again by the wind.

This was the only thing moving on Liang Qiqi's body—he sat on the bench like a wax statue.