This time, the situation was almost one-sided. Five minutes into the start, after the opponents switched players. They almost attacked like a hot knife through butter, directly entering our penalty area and scoring again. Sun Zhicheng and Yang Qiming, as substitutes, faced immense pressure as soon as they got on the field and were directly overwhelmed by the opposition. No one expected the delaying tactic to be completely useless. Yang Qiming looked at the six-foot-tall man running toward him, using all available means to defend, but was still easily beaten by the opponent. Sun Zhicheng was a bit better, thanks to his solid fundamentals. At least he could disrupt the opposition and relieve some pressure for the team. But he wasn’t as daring as Lin Dong and was too embarrassed to commit a foul. This time, Tao Ran stepped up. A sliding tackle, quite clumsy in technique. Beep! Yellow card, sent off. "Ah! Damn, you idiot!!" The opposing player rolled on the ground, his ankle in severe pain, "Hiss! Ahh~ Hiss!" The third class was dumbfounded, not expecting the class monitor to have such a side. "Although it was a foul, it’s undeniable it was a good ball." Chen Yunyun’s camera always followed Jiang Nian. She stared at the screen, at that ever calm and collected face. The wind lifted his fringes; every attack from the opponent failed to bring the slightest change to his expression. Even as sweat streamed down his face, he remained as composed as ever. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt Eight minutes later, other than Jiang Nian, almost no one from class three could run anymore, with Sun Zhicheng always on defense. Yang Qiming, even more so, nearly fainted. The score, one to two. The situation was precarious, annihilation seemed imminent. The opposition had already organized several attacks and planned to continue pushing aggressively. "It’s over, I can’t bear to watch anymore." Zhang Ningzhi covered her eyes, "Beibei, how much time is left until the end?" "About fifteen minutes." Yao Beibei sighed. Li Qingrong watched from afar, with no particular expression on her face. More accurately, her gaze was fixed on one person. "Are we going to lose?" Song Xiyun clenched her hand. "No, he’s not making that expression if he’s about to lose." Xu Qianqian shook her head, not in the mood to look at the female teacher of class three anymore. Even though she said this, her brow involuntarily furrowed. "Jiang Nian, that guy, the more calm he is, the more it proves he’s holding his breath inside, determined to fight fiercely." Jiang Nian stood on the opponent’s half, occupying the best field of vision. He noticed, not only were the people from class three slowing down, but the opposing team’s movements were also much slower compared to the first half. At the start of the second half, the opponents attacked as if possessed. With a bang, Ma Guojun deflected a sideline ball. Once again, completing the defense and creating a breather for class three. Jiang Nian knew the opportunity had come, once stirred up, again diminishing, three times exhausted. The fifteenth minute. Li Hua got a chance to attack and passed it long to the forward Jiang Nian without hesitation, but he didn’t hold much hope. Everyone was already exhausted, and it was hard to push their stamina further. However, Jiang Nian suddenly started sprinting at an inhumane speed, carrying the ball towards the opponent’s half. "No way, what’s he trying to do?" Not only were the people in the opposing half shocked, but so were those from class three themselves. What kind of beastly stamina, still able to run ? "Get back! Get back!" the opposing captain shouted, but he wasn’t urgent, only performed regular defense, "Block him." While retreating, he couldn’t help but chuckle. A fight of a cornered beast. In the next second, Jiang Nian dashed in directly. Dribbling past the players, once again displaying a single strike, without any sign of his strength waning. This time, the opponent’s captain was stunned. "Can’t stop him!! What’s wrong with this!" "Surround him, don’t let him shoot, quickly press him!" History repeated itself once more, with teammates desperately defending in the back. A perfect coordination, the forward charged single-handedly, not letting his teammates down. The score suddenly became two to two. The field instantly erupted in cheers, applause roar like tidal waves. People viscerally felt the charm of the sport. In despair, there’s also rebirth! "It’s in! The score....is tied!" Wang Yuhe excitedly hugged Chen Yunyun, "Yunyun, it’s already two to two!" "We have to win." Chen Yunyun was also excited, going from tension to joy to disappointment back to tension, speechless with choked words. It’s not about wanting to win, or being able to win, it’s about having to win. The last four minutes, everyone’s hearts were in their throats. After Jiang Nian got back in defense, he got the ball again. There was not a shred of emotion on his face, choosing between a single play or passing to his teammates. He barely hesitated, opting for the latter. The ball was passed to Li Hua, and the entire team almost abandoned defense, pressing forward together, everyone engaging in the final battle. "Stop that idiot midfielder!" The opponents were nearly hysterical, this was the last chance. Delaying would mean going into overtime, everyone chose to gamble once more. However, Jiang Nian ran too fast. Like a red lightning bolt, he shook off several defenders in a blink. The last minute, no one knew exactly how many seconds were left. Three players stood in front of Jiang Nian, countless lenses aimed at him. Everyone held their breath, waiting for a miracle. [Healing] is still going strong, still steaming up! "Never a more brilliant moment to start!" Jiang Nian weaved around the three players amidst the cheers, as if entering an uninhabited realm. The last five seconds, goal! The long whistle blew, and tsunami-like screams engulfed the entire field.