Chapter 1 Naples Fans' Dilemma

The Napoli fans originally thought that when Chen Yingxiong scored the first goal, they were already conflicted enough.

Who would have thought that was just the beginning!

The real dilemma began with the second goal.

He was slapping those extremist fans in the face.

If in Naples, extremist fans only made up a minority, then when he slapped the "Neapolitans" in the face, the Napoli fans in the stands were twisted up like pretzels.

Because they began to realize—the person in front of them was very, very, very… very vindictive!

All the fans who had previously booed Chen Yingxiong, given him the middle finger, and greeted all eighteen generations of his ancestors, and all his direct female relatives, wouldn't be able to escape this "slapping feast."

Since these people had previously regarded attacking Chen Yingxiong as a "national carnival," now it was naturally Chen Yingxiong's turn to enjoy this carnival.

Retribution…

What conflicted the Napoli fans was that Chen Yingxiong's hat trick had tied the score for the team, which was better than losing. Just when they finally wanted to cheer for Chen Yingxiong from the bottom of their hearts, they discovered that Chen Yingxiong simply didn't accept such cheers, and was straining to slap them in the face.

So should they cheer for the goal, or continue to boo this hateful guy who didn't appreciate it at all?

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"This…" It wasn't just the fans, even the Italian commentators were surprised. When Chen Yingxiong raised his arm and slapped the fans in the east stands, they even collectively lost their voices—because they had no idea what to say in the face of such a scene…

Later, after a long while, they reacted.

"It seems Chen Yingxiong doesn't plan to accept these fans' good intentions…"

"He's intensifying the conflict! Does he think he doesn't have enough trouble and enemies?"

"This person is really unpredictable, what exactly does he want to do?!"

"I bet that Chen Yingxiong's two consecutive slaps will definitely re-ignite the anger of the Napoli fans!"

Yes, when Chen Yingxiong swung his second slap, the boos in the stands regained the upper hand, overwhelming the cheers that had previously been evenly matched.

This was also normal. No one wanted to offer their warm face to someone else's cold backside.

But Chen Yingxiong didn't care. He didn't care at all whether the Napoli fans liked him more or hated him more.

After slapping these people, he turned around and ran back to the field.

This time everyone wasn't surprised by his behavior anymore, or rather, the degree of surprise wasn't as severe as before… because everyone had already realized that Chen Yingxiong was just this kind of person!

They were just going up to express their joy after the score was tied, not to support Chen Yingxiong in antagonizing the fans…

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When Chen Yingxiong waved his arm and slapped the Napoli fans in the face, many Napoli local media reporters in the press box couldn't help but lean back reflexively, as if dodging the slap.

Because they were all clear—in the process of opposing Chen Yingxiong, they had spared no effort, just like those fans.

Many people were even wondering, if Chen Yingxiong scored another goal in this game, would he come and slap them in the face?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt it was possible.

But the Chinese reporters next to them were especially happy. They loved seeing that group of Italian reporters silenced, it was so satisfying! Didn't you incite the fans to oppose Chen Yingxiong before? Didn't you twist his original words to attack him? Didn't you give him nicknames to satirize him? Didn't you claim he was the "biggest flop in Napoli's history"?

Now you're all dumbfounded, right?

Serves you right!

We don't sympathize with you at all!

You have to pay the price for talking nonsense!

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Chen Yingxiong celebrated his goal by slapping his own fans in the face. This scene dumbfounded the Roma fans and players, and they even forgot that their current situation was actually very unfavorable…

They had been too busy watching the show.

When the game restarted, they suddenly realized—damn it! We've been tied!

Three points had turned into one point, and a two-goal lead had become a 3:3 tie. This game… was too dramatic!

Okay, Napoli is really tenacious… or rather, that number nine player is really tenacious… But, it should end here, right? A hat trick should be his limit, right?

Although they couldn't take away a victory, considering it was an away game, taking away one point wasn't bad either. The three points weren't in the plan originally.

While the Roma fans were comforting themselves in their hearts, they didn't realize that their rhetorical questions were so unconvincing, so lacking in confidence…

Because they had been unconsciously frightened by Chen Yingxiong's crazy outburst!

Today's Chen Yingxiong was completely different from the Chen Yingxiong they had previously learned about from the media!

He wasn't the biggest flop in Napoli's history, nor was he the worst signing in Serie A this season. He was like a demon king who had gone mad with killing, launching continuous charges at Roma's goal, wave after wave, each wave higher than the last.

Every charge made them feel the earth trembling, the stands shaking, making their hearts palpitate.

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There were still many boos against Chen Yingxiong in the stands. But at this moment, in China, in the East, tens of thousands of miles away from Naples, those fans were excitedly standing in front of their TVs, clenching their fists and cheering for Chen Yingxiong's every attack. Many of them had shouted themselves hoarse, but that couldn't stop them from continuing to be so crazy.

Because, like Chen Yingxiong, they had suppressed their emotions for too long. From the moment Chen Yingxiong joined Napoli, they had been expecting Chen Yingxiong to bring them joy on the Serie A stage.

Who would have thought that what they were waiting for was Chen Yingxiong's slump. He who could score goals especially well in Russia seemed to have forgotten his scoring boots in Russia when he arrived in Serie A, and couldn't score for a long time.

He finally scored a goal in the game against Juventus, which made everyone think that things would finally get better, right? Who would have thought that what followed was endless ups and downs in form. What surrounded him wasn't news of goals, but his conflicts with fans, wars with the media, discord with teammates, and disagreements with the coach… All of these things made those Chinese fans who cared about and liked him feel very depressed and sad.

But what could they do? They were in China, tens of thousands of miles away. They couldn't possibly run onto the field to pass the ball to Chen Yingxiong and help Chen Yingxiong score goals, right? They also couldn't replace that Zhu Jianlian, whom they had cursed for who knows how many generations, couldn't risk their lives for Chen Yingxiong and the Napoli fans, and they had even less energy to write articles and start a debate with the Italian media who were ridiculing Chen Yingxiong… So, apart from venting their grievances and dissatisfaction on the internet, and scolding Naples, they couldn't actually do anything.

Life was already full of all kinds of miserable things. Work was not going well, studies were not satisfactory, they were arguing with their girlfriends, they were being stabbed in the back by villains, they were caught in a crackdown when they went to take a sauna, they even found bugs in their rice noodles after eating them, and they were even blackmailed for helping an old lady cross the road… With so many unsatisfactory things in life, Chen Yingxiong's performance and goals in the game were the best spiritual sustenance for these fans. From the time he played football in Russia, they were very happy and excited to see the news of Chen Yingxiong's goal in the newspapers and news the next day, and the previous gloom seemed to be swept away. The only regret was that they could only read the newspapers and watch sports news afterwards, and couldn't see the live broadcast of the game.

Now it was good, Chen Yingxiong had gone to Serie A, which was an old league that had been broadcast in China for twenty years. Every weekend night during prime time, they could see Chen Yingxiong's performance on CCTV. It was said that CCTV, considering Chen Yingxiong's huge influence in the Chinese fan base, had specially bought out all thirty-eight rounds of Napoli's league games, which meant that everyone could see Chen Yingxiong's performance on the sports channel or the Fengyun Football channel every weekend!

They were looking forward to it with such excitement.

But what they were waiting for was Chen Yingxiong's fluctuating and sluggish state. He seemed to have put more energy into fighting with fans, the media, the coach, and his teammates, and had forgotten to shoot and score.

For a whole half season, they hadn't seen the arrogant and invincible Chen Yingxiong who used to "kill gods when they block, and kill Buddhas when they obstruct."

Faced with the fans' boos and the media's ridicule, he didn't make any strong counterattacks either.

But today!

Yes, just today!

When many people didn't have much expectation, and it was just inertia that made them sit in front of the TV to watch the game between Napoli and Roma, they saw a scene that made their adrenaline rush.

Chen Yingxiong had a hat trick!

Some fans simply burst into tears, which kept flowing from their eyes.

When had Chinese football ever been so proud and elated? On the stage of the Italian Serie A, which is known for its defense, facing a strong team like Roma, one person scored three goals and completed a hat trick!

Before Chen Yingxiong, no one had ever been able to do it!

Not to mention doing it, they didn't even dare to think about it!

The weakness and darkness of Chinese football made them dare not even have the right to dream. Anyone who fantasized about such a Chinese player showing great power in Serie A would probably be laughed at—"You still have illusions about Chinese football? Hahahahaha!"

But Chen Yingxiong made them feel like they were living in a beautiful dream today, dancing with excitement, as if they were riding the clouds and driving the fog.

"Well done! Hero! Score goals! Slap their faces! Slap Xie Yalong's stupid face! Slap Nan Yong's stupid face! Slap the stupid Chinese Football Association's face!!"

They shouted, not caring at all if they were regarded as lunatics by the people around them.

In life, they were miserable mortals.

And when they saw Chen Yingxiong being so arrogant and invincible on the field, they felt like they were the same as Chen Yingxiong, and could throw all the pain they had suffered this week behind them.

On this green field that made men's blood boil and made women lose their ladylike demeanor, be a hero who stands tall and supports the heavens!

Let us hand over our dreams, which have long been tortured to the point of dying by life, to you, hero.

Let us hand over the blood and passion that has been forced to be deeply hidden in our hearts to you, hero.

Let us hand over the edges and corners that have been smoothed out by society to you, hero.

Let us hand over all the things that we only dare to think about but dare not do to you, hero.

Let us spit at the enemy together, demonstrate to the enemy, provoke them, and anger them. Even if we are facing hundreds of millions of people, the whole world, we are with you, raising our arms high, declaring—war—!!