"What in the world is going on?"
"Why did this group of people suddenly become so hyped up?" Akama Keisuke couldn't understand what had happened; these people had seemingly transformed in an instant.
Why was this?
"Brother, do you know?"
Aomori Junichi shook his head; he didn't understand either...
Why this group of people suddenly became much more aggressive... like a pack of fierce beasts just released from their cages.
However, Chigiri, who was in the defensive line, saw all of this. He completely understood what was happening, but why would Ye Liangqiu give them such an opportunity?
In Chigiri's opinion, his weapon was more than enough to deal with the Akama Brothers.
After all, he knew these two well, and besides, he had once trampled them underfoot.
Naturally, he knew that Ye Liangqiu was doing this on purpose.
Ye Liangqiu chuckled, "People always doubt whether they are geniuses and clearly perceive whether they have talent. No one is willing to forget their glorious past, nor will they give up on regaining their glory."
"Now, I return the field to you egoists."
"Grow stronger through struggle..."
"What I want to see is a brand new you, not a bunch of trash hiding in the ruins."
"Otherwise, this game will be meaningless, and I will lose the interest I should have."
With this goal, everyone regained their form.
Yoichi Isagi and Bachira fist-bumped, both a little excited.
"How was that? My pass was beautiful, wasn't it?"
Bachira nodded, "Very good, at least easier to receive than Raichi's pass."
"Huh? What did you say?" Raichi immediately walked forward, "You bastard, say that again if you dare?"
Just then, the halftime whistle blew.
The first half ended with W Team against Z Team, 2:3.
In the locker room.
Ye Liangqiu drank water, rubbed his sore neck, and lay directly on the chair. He was indeed a bit tired, constantly running around on the field and being restricted by those 'flies.' This feeling would be unpleasant for anyone.
"Qiu, you're so miserable!" Bachira teased from the side, "From beginning to end, the opponent seemed to be playing around you, didn't they?"
"It's good that you know. Was that shot satisfying?" Ye Liangqiu rolled his eyes in response, "Their attention was all on me. Your cooperation with Xiao Shi Yi looked perfect."
Bachira was very confident, "Well, you also have to consider how flexible my dribbling is!"
"Right, right." (•́へ•́╬) Ye Liangqiu sounded a bit perfunctory.
Instead, Yoichi Isagi walked forward and said, "The opponent's strategy in the first half seemed to revolve around you. I'm afraid they still won't let you loose in the second half."
"But that gives us an opportunity."
"As long as we continue with this trend, the opponent won't be able to defend us!"
"Did you guys figure something out?" the confused Little Monk asked.
Yoichi Isagi patted his head, as if he had forgotten that some people in the team hadn't figured it out yet, and then began to explain the opponent's strategy.
"The opponent's strategy should be to completely blockade Ye Liangqiu."
"If he's on the left, the ball has to be passed to the right, which is what they call a targeted strategy."
"Targeted strategy?" Little Monk stroked his chin, "They're targeting Ye Liangqiu, not letting him get possession, right?"
Yoichi Isagi 'hmmed,' "Exactly. Our overall combat power has actually never been fully displayed. After all, the first two games relied on Ye Liangqiu's unreasonable goals, and now their targeting of Ye Liangqiu means just that."
"They believe that as long as he is restricted, the game will be over."
"So, the goal by me and Bachira should have directly disrupted their strategy."
"However... in their eyes, it might just be good luck."
"The next strategy probably won't change at all."
At this moment, Ye Liangqiu looked up at everyone, "To put it plainly, I'm still imprisoned."
"You just need to play with all your might. Don't treat me as the core anymore. The opponent's stance is clearly aimed at me."
"Understood?"
Upon hearing this, what everyone returned was not sympathetic glances, but a burst of laughter.
Raichi clutched his stomach and laughed, "Hahaha... This is the first time I've seen you get stumped. How does it feel? To be targeted by the whole field?"
Ye Liangqiu glanced at him, "It's fine. It's my honor to be targeted by the whole field, but if you can't even score a single goal in this situation..."
"I'll be laughing for a lifetime."
Immediately, Raichi became dejected.
On the contrary, everyone else burst into laughter.
Kuon Wataru said, "Then our strategy remains unchanged, still a core of three players, with a rotation system."
"It's just that our Demon King will be watching from the sidelines."
The clever thing was that their three-person all-star strategy, when designed, was a four-core lineup, and the extra core was Ye Liangqiu. Whether he was on the field or not actually had no bearing on the team; it didn't disrupt the strategy at all.
This allowed their strategy to fully demonstrate its perfection.
"Next up, it's Chigiri, me, and Asahi Naruhaya as the core. Any objections?" Kuon Wataru looked at everyone.
Ye Liangqiu said weakly, "I have no objections."
Everyone laughed out loud again.
To be precise, this strategy only needed one person to have no objections.
As the whistle blew again.
W Team noticed that Z Team's positioning hadn't changed at all; Ye Liangqiu was still in the center position.
This made the Akama Brothers think that Ye Liangqiu was still the core of the attack. "Brother, it seems they still don't know our strategy, do they?"
Aomori Junichi nodded.
But they had no idea.
Ye Liangqiu was now completely sidelined; he was just a decoy, a decoy to confuse the opponent.
But Chigiri, standing at the very front, had a look of longing in his eyes. He looked at his legs, trembling slightly, "Why did you tell them this?"
As the whistle blew.
W Team kicked off.
The Akama Brothers charged forward, their coordination still fluid.
Akama Keisuke dribbled the ball and mocked, "Isn't that little Chigiri? The genius?"
"What? Are you afraid to run since your leg got injured?"
"Are you afraid it will break again?"
Hearing this, Hayakawa looked at Chigiri with some confusion. What did their words mean?
What broke?
Leg?
"Shut up, all of you, shut up!" Chigiri gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, hesitation, and unwillingness. His mind was racing.
"Why can't you just let me finish my soccer career in peace!"