Despite Zhou Yi's departure from the field, many people's attention shifted from the game to matters off the pitch. Scouts outside the stadium were also engrossed in their phones, paying little attention to the match.

But the game didn't stop because of this. At least, the parents of the La Masia youth team players didn't want their children to lose.

The trailing La Masia youth team recovered from the shock of Zhou Yi's goal and launched a fierce offensive against the Chinese team in the final stages of the match.

They failed to score during the ninety minutes.

But that was okay, there was still injury time.

The fourth official held up the sign for injury time – five minutes!

These were La Masia's last five minutes.

During this time, the Chinese team retreated across the board, including He Ying, who was actively defending.

They used every part of their bodies except their arms to block the La Masia youth team's attacks.

And Sun Pan, who could legitimately use his hands, used all his skills to block and intercept every shot that slipped past his teammates' interceptions.

One minute of injury time passed, and the score was 2:1.

Two minutes of injury time passed, and the score was still 2:1.

Three minutes of injury time passed, and the score remained 2:1.

Injury time... four minutes had passed, and the score was still 2:1!

There was only one minute left of injury time!

The La Masia youth team's goalkeeper rushed to the center circle and headed the ball kicked out by the Chinese team straight back.

On the Chinese team's bench, no one was sitting anymore. They all stood on the sidelines, watching the field nervously, and loudly reminding their teammates.

Even Zhou Yi was no exception.

If they conceded a goal in the last minute, it would all be over. Since they could win, why accept a draw?

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Five minutes of injury time had passed, but the referee did not blow the whistle to end the match. The La Masia youth team continued to besiege.

The Chinese players on the sidelines shouted at the referee in dissatisfaction: "The game is over! The game is over! Time's up!"

But the referee's whistle didn't sound, and the La Masia youth team was still attacking.

In the sixth minute of injury time, Rochina had a chance to shoot in the penalty area, and he tried a curler to the far corner. But the shot was plucked out of the air by Sun Pan, denying the opposition not only a follow-up shot but even a corner kick.

Holding the ball, Sun Pan shouted at Rochina, "I can save a hundred shots like that! Come on! Even if you play for another ten minutes, you won't score!"

Zhou Yi waved his towel from the sidelines and shouted, "Pan Pan! Pan Pan is awesome!"

Led by him, the substitute players also shouted, "Pan Pan is awesome!"

Listening to the waves of "Pan Pan" echoing over the stadium, the veins on Sun Pan's forehead bulged. He really wanted to kick the ball at Zhou Yi's head... This kid always ruined his atmosphere whenever he was showing off, making him suspect that Zhou Yi was doing it on purpose, only allowing himself to show off and not letting others steal his thunder!

Hmph, the only person on this team who could make Zhou Yi avoid his edge was himself!

Thinking of this, Sun Pan kicked the ball in his hand with all his might, and it went straight towards the La Masia youth team's goal!

The La Masia youth team's goalkeeper had been near the center circle, and he didn't expect a sudden fire in his backyard. He hurried back, and exclamations rang out from the stands.

Fortunately, Sun Pan's kick was powerful but slightly off, and the ball slid out of the goal without actually flying into the empty net.

But even so, it scared the La Masia players, who broke out in a cold sweat.

Sun Pan hugged his head and shouted regretfully – if this ball had gone in, he would have been the center of attention!

And after Sun Pan's accidental opportunity, the referee finally blew the long-overdue whistle to end the match, at which point seven minutes of injury time had passed...

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"We won!!!"

When the final whistle sounded, the Chinese players outside the stadium rushed in, shouting wildly.

Zhou Yi didn't run in because he couldn't run anymore. He waved his fists on the sidelines, shouting excitedly, but he was soon embraced by his teammates.

He was the primary contributor to winning this game, so how could he celebrate alone?

Zhou Yi was quickly lifted up, and his teammates hoisted him up and threw him into the air.

Zhou Yi waved his arms above, shouting like a drowning man, "Catch me! Catch me!"

He was afraid that his teammates would throw him up and then scatter, leaving him to fall to the ground...

Seeing Zhou Yi's terrified expression, his teammates laughed happily.

The nature of the young men was completely unleashed at this moment.

Xu Yang reminded everyone to be careful outside the crowd, and don't injure Zhou Yi. This kid was a treasure!

Hao Dong didn't participate in the players' celebrations. He was talking to Borel, the head coach of the La Masia youth team, and Garcia, the technical director.

"Congratulations, Hao." Borel said, "Although losing makes me very unhappy, I must congratulate you. You performed very well!"

"Thank you!" Hao Dong accepted the other party's congratulations readily.

After Borel finished speaking, he stepped aside, and the real protagonist appeared.

Garcia also congratulated Hao Dong first, and then he made a request that made Hao Dong a little embarrassed: "To be honest, Hao, this game really opened my eyes. Your number sixteen player performed too well. If you don't mind, can we talk to him?"

Hao Dong wasn't a fool, so he naturally knew what Garcia meant.

He was embarrassed because he also knew that Zhou Yi had reached an agreement with Dortmund. If he brought Zhou Yi to Barcelona, what would Zhou Yi think?

Was this forcing him to go back on his word?

Hao Dong felt that he couldn't be the bad guy, so he decided to explain the situation to Garcia clearly: "As far as I know, Mr. Garcia, Zhou Yi has already reached an agreement with a club..."

Hearing Hao Dong say this, Garcia was surprised at first, then regretful, and then unwilling to give up, he asked: "Have they signed a contract?"

"This... no, it's just a verbal agreement." Hao Dong shook his head and told the truth. The reason he didn't lie and say they had signed a contract was because Hao Dong couldn't be sure what Zhou Yi was thinking. What if he wanted to join Barcelona? If he completely blocked this opportunity, would he blame him for meddling?

"No? That's great!" Sure enough, when Garcia heard this, he clapped his hands excitedly. "Then please take me to see him. I think we should all respect the child's own decision and listen to what he has to say."

Seeing that the other party had said this, Hao Dong had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, but you have to wait a moment..." Hao Dong pointed to the children who were still celebrating their victory.

Garcia nodded with a smile: "No problem, now is indeed the time to enjoy the victory."

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After Zhou Yi was released by his teammates, everyone continued to celebrate, but he was called away by Hao Dong.

"Coach Hao, what's the matter?" Zhou Yi's face was flushed, and he didn't know if it was excitement or fear.

"Someone is looking for you, Zhou Yi."

"Who is it?" Zhou Yi looked around.

"The technical director of La Masia Football School, Mr. Garcia," Hao Dong said.

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, and then quickly guessed why this person wanted to find him. He frowned and said embarrassedly: "But Coach Hao, I and Dortmund have already..."

"I know, I know, I also told the other party about this situation, but the other party insists on talking to you, which also shows how much they value you. In any case, this is a recognition of your strength, it's a good thing."

Zhou Yi thought for a while, and then nodded: "Okay."

He thought, seeing him wouldn't get him pregnant, and there was nothing to worry about.

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After the game ended, Tim Kist's gaze was always locked on Zhou Yi. He was hesitating whether to go to Zhou Yi, but he felt that there was no point in going to Zhou Yi.

They had already reached a verbal agreement with Zhou Yi, so what could he change by going to Zhou Yi again?

Could he conjure up a contract for Zhou Yi to sign on the spot?

Introducing players was not that simple, it involved many things, and the club had to do a lot of work.

Should he persuade Zhou Yi not to accept invitations from other clubs?

Wouldn't that make him seem distrustful of him?

Then he saw Zhou Yi being led to a person by the Chinese coach, and the two of them talked, while the Chinese coach who led him there turned and left, leaving them with a chance to be alone.

Tim Kist didn't know this person's name or specific position, but he knew that this must be the person in charge of La Masia, and this move meant... Barcelona was still making a move!

The thing he was most worried about had happened...

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After Alan Powell and the other Chinese teenagers' celebration slowed down a bit, he squeezed to the front of the Chinese coaches. Based on his previous experience dealing with them, he found Hao Dong and expressed his intentions.

Hao Dong was not surprised at all that this Arsenal scout had come to find Zhou Yi again.

But he spread his hands and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Powell. You may have to wait a while, because Zhou Yi is talking to people from Barcelona right now."

Powell opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Hao Dong. He had heard the worst news...

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