Klopp watched Ye Chen on the field with keen interest.
From what he knew about Ye Chen, this outburst was too sudden!
Something felt off!
Could it be some sort of scheme?
As the saying goes, abnormal situations hide hidden dangers.
After all, no matter what, a teammate scoring should always be a cause for celebration.
As Klopp pondered, the match resumed.
On the field, Potter passed the ball to Fiel, and Ye Chen immediately rushed forward.
Fiel passed it back to midfielder Solega.
Solega wasn't in a hurry to pass; he was waitingâfor the impulsive Ye Chen to charge at him.
Sure enough, Ye Chen ran straight at him.
Dortmund's players paused for a moment. Ye Chen seemed... off!
Had he really lost his cool?
Still, Dortmund's players pressed forward, continuing their full-field press.
After a season of relentless training, the full-court press had become second nature to them!
But Ye Chen was already charging at Solega. Solega, not panicked, calmly passed the ball back to Breguet.
He was toying with Ye Chen!
Ye Chen lunged forward again.
Breguet, following Solega's lead, didn't rush to pass either.
When Ye Chen approached, he nonchalantly passed it to goalkeeper Hessel, then jogged to the side, signaling the keeper to pass it back.
The crowd began to noticeâthey were playing games with Ye Chen!
And Ye Chen?
Ye Chen, furious like a raging bull, kept charging toward the goalkeeper.
Hessel saw Ye Chen coming but calmly passed the ball to Stoll on the left.
Stoll received the ball, and Ye Chen rushed toward him again.
The audience had lost count of how many sprints Ye Chen had done, but seeing him teased like this evoked unexpected sympathy.
"Push up! Don't leave Ye alone to press!"
"Yeah, what are you guys doing? Hurry up!"
"Ye, don't worry, we've got time!"
Fans shouted from the stands.
But could Ye Chen hear them?
He lunged at Stoll again, and this time, Stoll cheekily did a step-over...
Was this Europe's hottest rising star?
Just a headless bull!
A £30 million player?
Laughable!
But Stoll got a little too cocky, and Ye Chen's sheer speed forced him into a rushed pass.
Even so, the ball evaded Ye Chen's press and went to Schultz in midfield.
Seeing Ye Chen toyed with, Schultz smirked.
After tailing Ye Chen for half a match, it was finally his turn to play around.
"Come on, I'm waiting for you!"
Schultz watched the ball roll toward him, keeping his eyes on Ye Chen.
"Arne, watch your back!"
Stoll suddenly shouted!
His pass had been a little slow and weak, and Schultz was waiting for the ball!
Dortmund's chance had arrived!
Schultz, originally grinning, was startled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a yellow figure behind him.
Instinctively, he tried to pass back to the keeper.
The safest option!
Thud!
But in his haste, Schultz misjudged his touch, sending the ball rolling low across the ground.
Ye Chen, like a beast, pounced into the passing lane...
Smack!
The returning ball was intercepted by Ye Chen!
Breguet barely had time to react as Ye Chen spun, driving into the box.
The field shifted in an instant!
Dresden's players, who had been enjoying the show, were suddenly on high alert.
But Ye Chen was already one-on-one with the keeper...
Hessel, who had also been watching the show, saw Ye Chen suddenly storm into the box!
Panic set in. He rushed out instinctively!
The play had turned too fast for him to process.
But as he stepped forward, he remembered the coach's warningâYe Chen had a deadly chip shot!
Caught in hesitation, he stopped mid-stride.
But Ye Chen was already winding up...
Boom!
Hessel's vision went black. He reflexively reached out, but the shot was too fast!
His body stiffened as if struck by a bullet, his mind blank...
Where am I?
What am I doing?
What just happened?
Not only him, but the entire stadium froze! Moments ago, Ye Chen was being humiliated near Dresden's box. In the blink of an eye, he was scoring at the other end!
This...
Dresden had messed up!
Lacking Barcelona's technique but inheriting their arroganceâpassing around in their own box!
Hessel's eyes met Ye Chen's cold gaze. His heart sank.
Those pitch-black eyes held no trace of anger.
Calm.
Collected.
Like a heartless assassin.
How could someone like this ever be angry?
Of course!
He had been faking it all along!
But it was too late...
Thud!
Hessel collapsed.
Turning to look at the goal, he saw the ball lying on the grass, bouncing twice before settling.
It all made sense.
Ye Chen's anger had been an actâto lull them into complacency!
And they had fallen for it!
That cunning striker!
Rewind thirty seconds.
Ye Chen intercepted the ball and charged forward.
Seeing Hessel hesitate, Ye Chen blasted a shot without hesitation!
Boom!
Ye Chen, the trigger-pulling assassin.
The ball, his bullet.
Hessel's body trembled as he crashed to the ground...
Just like being shot.
Ye Chen grinned, sprinting to the corner flag. Raising two fingers, he spun them in the air and leapt, landing gracefully.
"Siuuuuuuuu!"
The stadium erupted alongside Ye Chen!
Fans didn't fully grasp what had happened.
Gotze and his teammates swarmed Ye Chen.
"Ye, that was brilliant!"
"You were faking the anger, right?"
"Hehe, of course!" Ye Chen laughed.
"Oscar owes you a trophy!"
"One more goal, Ye!"
With smiles, they celebrated.
A goal every 40 minutes against Dresden... with legs, anyone could do it.