The Chinese team's teammates rushed toward Zhou Yi, pinning him to the ground until he yelled, "I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying!" and they finally pulled him up.

"How did you do that, kid?" Sun Pan asked, affectionately putting his arm around Zhou Yi.

"I used to be a striker, you know!" Zhou Yi said, holding his head high and snorting from his nose.

"No, I mean how did you run up there? Do you even have any energy left?"

"That's why I need you to carry me..." Zhou Yi was completely hanging on him.

"Damn..." Sun Pan immediately felt the increased pressure. "Have you gotten heavier than before?"

"It's normal, it's normal. Look at how much sweat I've got on me."

"Are you water-injected pork?!"

The teammates around them burst into laughter.

At this moment, He Ying came over from the side and supported Zhou Yi's other arm.

This action surprised everyone.

Sun Pan and Zhou Yi both turned to look at him.

He Ying, with Zhou Yi's arm on his shoulder, said with his head lowered, "I still remember what you said after we lost to them last time."

"What did I say?" Zhou Yi couldn't even remember it himself.

"You said that maybe we could beat them when we met again in two months."

Hearing He Ying say this, everyone realized that Zhou Yi had predicted today's game two months ago...

Zhou Yi also remembered that he did say those kinds of things to comfort He Ying, who had been devastated by the crushing defeat. But... that was just to comfort people.

"I want to apologize to you, Zhou Yi."

"Hey, no need, no need..." Zhou Yi waved his hand repeatedly.

"No, I want to apologize to you, Zhou Yi," He Ying stubbornly repeated. "I used to think you were an idiot, but now I realize that I'm the idiot..."

The teammates next to them were stunned—the ever-proud He Ying had actually said such a thing!

Zhou Yi was also taken aback.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, He Ying continued with his head lowered: "All along, I thought that only I was the most serious about football. I once doubted your attitude towards football. I also want to apologize to you, you are more serious than I am. I'm very happy to be able to be your teammate."

Zhou Yi never expected to receive such high praise from He Ying.

He had always thought that He Ying was a very arrogant person, that he probably looked down on everyone except himself. But now to hear He Ying say this... honestly, Zhou Yi was a little smug.

He scratched his head: "Don't say that, He Ying. I'm also very happy to be your teammate."

Speaking of this, he looked at the teammates surrounding him: "I am also very happy to be your teammates."

"No, Zhou Yi. We are very happy that you are our teammate," Yang Muge said.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Guo Nu said "Yes" three times in a row, and then he added, "I, I didn't stutter."

The other teammates also expressed that they should be very happy to be teammates with Zhou Yi.

This team was able to achieve today's miracle because of Zhou Yi's addition.

Everyone knew who the miracle worker was.

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Watching Zhou Yi being supported by Sun Pan and He Ying, slowly walking back, Hao Dong finally recovered from the excitement after the goal. He said to Xu Yang, "Xu, quick! Get Yang Fei over here!"

Xu Yang wiped away his tears and turned to run to the bench. As a result, he almost bumped into Yang Fei when he turned around.

"I'm here, coach!" Yang Fei said.

Hao Dong nodded when he saw him standing behind him: "Then you know what to do, right?"

"Don't worry, Hao," Yang Fei nodded. "I guarantee that Zhou Yi's goal won't be in vain!"

Hao Dong looked at this center back, and remembered that when he wanted to replace Zhou Yi with him before, he had taken the initiative to refuse to be substituted. If he had replaced Zhou Yi at the beginning, this goal probably wouldn't exist now.

"Did you know that Zhou Yi could score at that time?" he asked.

"I didn't know," Yang Fei shook his head, "But I had expectations for Zhou Yi. I can't explain exactly what kind of expectations they were, but I just felt that it would be better for him to stay on the field."

"You made the right choice," Hao Dong praised. "Thank you."

Yang Fei was surprised that the head coach would actually thank him.

Seeing his surprised expression, Hao Dong said, "If it weren't for you, I might have really replaced Zhou Yi."

Yang Fei scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

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Sun Pan supported Zhou Yi and asked, "Old Zhou, can you still keep playing?"

Zhou Yi smiled and shook his head: "I don't think I can."

"Then the old rules," Sun Pan helped Zhou Yi to the sidelines, and the other teammates also crowded around them and walked towards the sidelines together. "I promise not to let your goal be in vain!"

"I promise too!"

"That's right! We must win this time! Defeat La Masia!"

"We won't let them score even if we die!"

"Then I'll leave it to you guys!" Zhou Yi said to his teammates.

"Rest, save some energy. We still have to celebrate later!"

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Taking advantage of the opportunity before the game restarted, the Chinese team completed the substitution.

Center back Yang Fei came on to replace Zhou Yi.

When Zhou Yi came off the field, Hao Dong gave him a warm hug, followed by Xu Yang, then the other coaches, and then the teammates on the bench.

One after another, Zhou Yi was hugged and sent back to his seat with almost no walking.

The substitute teammates next to him were still praising him non-stop, "Awesome!" "Cool!" "Invincible!"

Zhou Yi smiled and accepted all these compliments without feeling embarrassed.

Because he was indeed awesome, indeed cool, indeed invincible.

He deserved any praise now.

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The game on the field resumed after the substitution, but Garcia's attention was not on the game. He turned his head to look at Zhou Yi, who was coming off the field and hugging those people one by one.

The technical director of La Masia Football School had already made a decision in his heart.

As soon as the game was over, he would go to the Chinese side to ask for him!

He believed that as long as he made his intentions clear in front of Zhou Yi, he would definitely not be rejected—how many children could reject the call from Barcelona and La Masia?

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Alan Powell took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of his boss, Liam Brady. Then he tried to suppress his excited emotions and make his voice sound normal.

He asked Brady: "If Zhou turns the tide by himself and helps the Chinese team defeat La Masia's Youth B team, can we use the special talent clause for him?"

"Are you kidding me, Alan? That's the most outstanding team in Barcelona's youth training system, full of geniuses! The evaluation is second only to the Class of '87!" Brady thought Alan Powell was talking nonsense. The "Class of '87" refers to the outstanding players born between 1987 and 1988 who were trained by La Masia Football School. Their representatives include Messi, Pique, Fabregas, and Busquets.

"Then I'll tell you, sir. There may be a few minutes left before the end of the game, the Chinese team is leading 2:1, and Zhou just scored the second goal for the Chinese team!"

"How is this possible?" There was silence on the other end of the phone for about a few seconds before Brady's surprised voice rang out.

"If you want to see it, I have a full recording of the game here, sir. But forgive me for speaking frankly, sir, if I wait until I return to London to give you the recording, it will be too late. I'm not the only scout watching this game, and I also saw the technical director of La Masia on the sidelines. Do you think they will let go of a genius?"

Brady was silent for a few more seconds, and then said: "Okay, I give you this authority, Alan. Represent Arsenal Football Club in full and talk to them again."

Alan Powell was very excited: "Thank you, sir! I assure you, you will be proud of today's decision in the future!"

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Tim Kiste twisted his neck uneasily. He noticed that there were many ordinary-looking middle-aged people around him who suddenly took out their mobile phones from their pockets and started making calls after Zhou Yi scored.

He knew that these people must be scouts from various clubs!

Zhou Yi's performance just now was so dazzling! Not only did he break through the La Masia youth team's pressing in the frontcourt and successfully send the football out, but he also rushed directly to the front of the goal, received a pass from his teammate, and shot the football into the goal, helping the Chinese team to take the lead again!

Such a performance shone brightly in everyone's eyes.

Those scouts are not blind idiots, they certainly know the value of Zhou Yi's performance.

This means that Dortmund has a new batch of competitors.

Of course, the most terrifying one must be Barcelona. This game is on their territory. If the Chinese team can win, then they will also defeat their youth team. Will they not understand the value of Zhou Yi, who is the core of the Chinese team?

Tim Kiste was sure that Barcelona would never stand idly by when it came to competing for Zhou Yi.

Once they enter the game, the verbal agreement between Dortmund and Zhou Yi is as fragile as a thin piece of ice.

His eyes were fixed on Zhou Yi, who was accepting congratulations and praise from his teammates with a smile on his face.

Is this child... the kind of person who is untrustworthy and goes back on his word?

But then he suddenly felt that if Zhou Yi really chose Barcelona, he didn't seem to have the position to blame Zhou Yi. People go to high places, and objectively speaking, Barcelona's youth training system is of course better than Dortmund's.

People choose a better place to go, and there is no breach of contract, so what is wrong?

But... if he misses Zhou Yi because of this, he will feel sorry for Dortmund and regret it for himself.

In many years, he will not be able to boast that Zhou Yi was discovered by him...

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ps, Three updates on the first day tomorrow!

The first update is at 0:40 on December 1st. Why is it 0:40 instead of 0:00? Because I received an in-site message telling me that VIP will not be opened until 0:30. To be on the safe side, I left an extra ten minutes. I think this should be foolproof!

The remaining two updates are at 8:00 in the morning and 6:00 in the afternoon.

In addition, because our book has no manuscripts, and I really can't write fast now, so I won't be adding more updates based on monthly tickets.

If you think the book is good, vote for monthly tickets. If you don't think it's worth voting for, it's up to you.

If possible, I will add one or two more chapters.

Please be patient, I wrote this book with great care, but it is also slow to write. In addition, I take care of my children alone with my wife, and I am burdened by various trivial matters. It is impossible to write 4.6 million words a year like when I was writing *The King of Triumphs*.

Quality and quantity must be weighed, and I choose quality.

Of course, after the state is stable, I will also work hard to improve the quantity while maintaining the quality.

I know everyone is waiting anxiously, but I am more anxious than everyone else, anxious to let everyone see the story that is still in my mind.