Since joining Mainz, Wang Shuo had given everyone the impression that he was diligent, hardworking, and utterly harmless. He had never had a conflict with anyone, never even said a harsh word.
As his role on the team grew, he began to take on more responsibility.
But the thing he said most often was calling for the ball on the pitch.
Everyone had grown accustomed to this version of Wang Shuo.
So when they saw Wang Shuo suddenly punch a locker, he seemed like a complete stranger.
At the same time, they could see the rage boiling in his heart.
It wasn't directed entirely at them, nor just at the team. It was a more complex anger, mixed with defiance, rebellion, and a host of other emotions.
"In the second half, give me the ball!" Wang Shuo's voice was firm and resonant.
His words carried an undeniable conviction.
It wasn't a request; it was a demand!
"I will definitely score against Hoffenheim!"
"I refuse to believe that the weak are born to be slaughtered!"
