Chapter 142: Raising a Hand Is Not Rejection, But a Sign That No Further Words Are Needed!

"Here he comes, here he comes!"

Tang Ye spun around, pushed off hard, and sprinted toward the front field.

A counter-attack opportunity for Yellow Submarine!

Attacking was Tang Ye's favorite thing to do; how could the team's offense proceed without his help?

Charge forward quickly!

Slap!

Musacchio's long pass thudded onto the grass; Aleix and Roca fought for it, but neither managed to touch the ball. Fortunately, Cheryshev reacted fast enough, kicking it directly to Bruno in the center.

With no teammates ahead and the distance too great for a direct shot, Bruno could only dribble forward bit by bit toward the penalty area.

Bruno and Lopez stalled just outside the arc; seizing this chance, Tang Ye hurriedly ran up.

"Bruno, look right, pass to Bacca!"

Bacca charged straight toward the baseline!

Yellow Submarine's three forwards each had their own strengths; compared to Aleix's powerful hold-up play, Bacca excelled at dribbling past defenders.

Reaching near the baseline!

Bacca moved inward step by step!

Tang Ye crouched slightly behind the arc, a position he had carefully chosen based on the players' formations on the field.

According to Tang Ye's judgment, once chaos erupted in the penalty area, he should be able to steal a goal from this spot.

"Bacca, keep cutting inside toward the penalty area!"

"Lopez is being very cautious; he knows he absolutely cannot recklessly stick out his foot at this moment."

"Retreating! The Spanish defensive line is contracting very quickly!"

"Bacca shoots! A feint! What a fake move by Bacca!"

"A reverse triangle pass back!"

Bacca's precise reverse triangle pass found Tang Ye waiting just outside the arc.

Haha!

Knowing this was his chance, Tang Ye actively charged forward.

While running, he first glanced into the penalty area.

Seems like there's an opportunity?

Then the logic is perfectly clear!

Facing the rolling soccer ball, Tang Ye swung his right leg out.

Boom!

A direct volley!

"Oh!"

Slap!

Since it was a counter-attack, Tang Ye's volley was incredibly fast, though the angle was indeed a bit off.

The goalkeeper, leaping out, pushed the ball away!

Damn!

Tang Ye clasped his head with both hands, while Escrivá off the field made the exact same gesture.

Just a little bit off!

It really was just a hair's breadth from being a goal!

Looking at Diego Lopez in front of the goal, Tang Ye lowered his hands from his head and sighed helplessly.

【Bold goalkeeper, daring to save even I, Tang Tang Qiuwang's, worldie?】

【If that ball had gone in, it would have been awesome; what a pity, what a pity.】

【Feels like Piggy Hero's power has increased, but his shooting angle still isn't good enough.】

The long-range shot was parried, but it didn't matter; since the goalkeeper pushed the ball out over the baseline, Yellow Submarine earned a corner kick.

This was Yellow Submarine's third corner kick opportunity of the match!

Players from both sides were positioning themselves in the penalty area as Dos Santos ran to the corner flag.

Behind the arc, Tang Ye and Bruno remained outside, looking at each other.

Finally, Tang Ye asked tentatively, "How about I take it?"

"Are you sure?"

Bruno was somewhat worried, so he exchanged a glance with Dos Santos.

Dos Santos prepared to kick the ball directly toward the arc, which meant the player standing there might need to shoot immediately.

Although they were teammates, to be honest, Bruno did not fully trust Tang Ye's long-range shooting ability.

"It's fine, I won't shoot; I'll pass into the penalty area," Tang Ye said.

Turning his head, he saw that Bruno had already run into the penalty area.

Passing, huh? Then there's no problem!

Beep!

"Dos Santos takes the corner!"

"Aiming for the arc!"

"Tang Ye's position!"

"He's going to shoot directly!"

"He's going to shoot directly at the goal!"

The ball rolled quickly toward him.

Dos Santos knew Tang Ye's technique for controlling high balls was somewhat lacking, so he deliberately played a ground pass.

Like an inverted triangle!

The camera cut to Tang Ye!

Now it all depended on how Tang Ye would handle it!

The ball speed was fast; Tang Ye turned sideways to face the direction from which the ball was rolling.

He extended his right foot, using the instep to cushion the ball, aiming for the gap between the legs of Perez and Musacchio.

Delivering a through pass!

Bang!

This was a completely grounded ball; in the camera frame, the grass churned up by the rolling ball sent up showers of turf clippings.

Bruno was still colliding with opposing defenders inside the penalty area when suddenly Tang Ye's pass struck the heel of an Espanyol defender.

After rebounding, it landed precisely at Bruno's side.

Hm?

Hm!

Bang!

A very rapid shot was unleashed, leaving the goalkeeper standing dumbfounded in place.

The distance between him and Bruno was less than two meters, yet Bruno still chose to shoot.

How the hell was anyone supposed to react to that!

"GGGGG——OOOO——LLLLLLL!!!"

"Goal!"

"Villarreal extends their lead!"

"The combination between Tang Ye and Dos Santos was simply perfect!"

Amid the shouts of the CCTV commentators, the Yellow Submarine players ran to the sidelines to celebrate.

Because the ball had first hit a defender, Tang Ye was not credited with an assist for this goal.

But that didn't matter anymore.

Delivering such a penetrating through pass gave Tang Ye a sense of accomplishment far more important than those 10 Counterattack Points!

"Clap clap clap!"

Escrivá clapped his hands rapidly, then sat down on a chair in the substitute bench.

"Haha, how about that?"

Martí smiled at Escrivá, who leaned his upper body backward.

"He's been running around chaotically from the start until now, but his brilliance is undeniable, sigh..."

A single sigh could not fully express Escrivá's current helplessness.

"Isn't it good that we scored?"

"I don't know, sigh, damn it!"

Escrivá picked up the mineral water bottle beside him, gulped down a large mouthful, then casually tossed the empty bottle onto the ground: "Maybe I've just never encountered a genius player before; damn it, I don't know how to put it."

Martí nodded.

He knew Escrivá was a coach with a strong desire for control; before Tang Ye was loaned to the team, Escrivá had told Martí he intended to discipline Tang Ye severely, molding him into a highly disciplined genius midfielder.

As a result, after two months of disciplining, Tang Ye showed no reaction, while Escrivá himself ended up being tamed.

Baffling on-field situations combined with long-term online abuse from fans meant the poor Escrivá barely shouted instructions to players during matches anymore.

You tell Tang Ye to go right, but Tang Ye goes left.

That is absolutely wrong.

The problem is that Tang Ye, who went left, scored.

So what do you do?

Who is wrong?

Once or twice might be forgivable, but this season Escrivá had encountered this situation at least three times, leaving him completely subdued.

Reaching the sideline, facing the taunts of the home fans, Bruno took a deep breath, let out a roar, then turned to look for Tang Ye.

Tom!

The great Tom is on his way!

No wonder Tang Ye voluntarily offered to take this corner kick; it turns out he wanted to set up an assist for me!

Delivering a great assist!

"Boooooo——!!!"

"Beep beep beep beep!!!"

Amid the boos and fake whistles from the home fans, the match entered halftime.

Check Dongqiu Di Halftime Report: Espanyol trails Villarreal 0:2 at home; Dos Santos and Tang Ye execute a perfect tactical corner.

【Leading by 2 goals, yet Tang Ye still has zero assists; what does this signify?】

【It signifies that our King Tang Tang Qiuwang never farms stats.】

【Hahaha, the opposition is truly terrible; I feel like we can score a few more in the second half.】

【Halftime report: King Tang Tang Qiuwang has chewed four pieces of gum in total; more updates to follow!】

【Has Escrivá had an epiphany? I remember he used to be very active on the sidelines; why isn't he speaking now?】

"Brothers, why do I see Ten Hag's shadow in Escrivá?"

"Their strikers run fast, but it doesn't matter; we can choke off their midfield. Choke their midfield, and the strikers won't have a chance to perform..."

In the locker room, Escrivá was slowly explaining tactics to the players.

Sitting in the centermost seat, Bruno gave Tang Ye in the corner a thumbs-up, and the latter raised his hand in acknowledgment.

"This is..."

Bruno didn't quite understand Tang Ye's meaning.

Seeing this, Aleix beside him took the initiative to explain.

"Raising a hand isn't refusal; it means 'no need for words'."

!!!

Bruno was still immersed in the joy of scoring, while Aleix, as an experienced veteran, remained extremely calm.

Tom would never let down his good friends!

"Come on!"

After arranging the tactics, Escrivá had the players gather in the center to form a circle.

"Vamos Villarreal!"

The second half began, and Espanyol, trailing by two goals, quickly made adjustments.

Although the Yellow Submarine was no easy opponent, Espanyol still held onto the hope of equalizing the score.

But this was clearly an illusion.

This season, the Yellow Submarine was strangely peculiar; their possession and wing attacks were not as solid as last season, yet their win rate remained exceptionally high.

You know the Yellow Submarine is formidable, but you can't pinpoint exactly where their strength lies!

In the 67th minute, Villarreal's rookie Rodri was substituted off. Escrivá used the substitution break to call Tang Ye to the sideline: "Sergio has come off, so what should you do now?"

"Keep attacking and win the match!"

Tang Ye clenched his fist, his desire to score surging.

"Screw that!"

Escrivá nudged Tang Ye's buttocks with his knee: "Behave yourself from now on! Secure the score; scoring is secondary!"

"Leave it to me, Mr. Ferran!"

Tang Ye walked back to his position alongside Cheryshev, looking back on the way to give Escrivá a thumbs-up.

After Rodri left the field, Villarreal's possession rate dropped noticeably, but the players firmly remembered Escrivá's instructions from halftime; the defensive line contracted tightly, giving the opponent no chance to score.

By the 75th minute, Espanyol was pressing Villarreal in the front field, causing the Yellow Submarine to face difficulties in distributing the ball.

At this moment, goalkeeper Asenjo showcased his excellent distribution ability; after receiving a back-pass from Musacchio, he kicked the ball long directly to the front field without controlling it first.

"Here!"

Pato moved toward the center, controlled the ball with his chest, and passed it to Aleix.

Aleix quickly passed back to Tang Ye!

Okay, another chance for Piggy Hero!

Tang Ye bit down on the gum in his mouth and performed two feints before dribbling.

Controlling the ball on the spot~~, seven seconds!

Waiting for his teammates to get into position!

Tang Ye!

Bang!

Before Tang Ye could deliver his pass, Roca, tracking back, directly tackled the ball away from under his feet.

"Damn!"

The sudden pain caused Tang Ye to fall to the ground, and the referee decisively awarded a free kick to the attacking side.

"Huff..."

Frowning, Tang Ye got up from the ground, picked up the ball, and walked toward the spot where he had fallen.

Pfft! Pfft-pfft!

The referee drew a white arc in front of Tang Ye.

Tang Ye looked at the referee: "Bro, can you draw it a bit further forward?"

Looking closely, the position of this set piece was actually quite good, almost directly facing the goal.

It was just a bit too far.

"No!"

The referee answered very firmly, leaving Tang Ye no choice but to shrug helplessly.

A set piece opportunity for Villarreal!

Handed to Tang Ye to take!

This shot is very far from the goal; it's most likely going to be a cross!

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle, and Tang Ye raised his right hand slightly upward.

"What is this?"

Pato in the penalty area was bewildered.

Before the match, it was agreed: raising the left hand means a cross, raising both hands means a direct shot.

So what does raising the right hand mean?

"Raising the right hand needs no words."

That was Bruno's voice; Pato turned to look, only to find Bruno was no longer in his original position.

Jump!

Header!

"GGGG——OOOOOOO——LLLLLL!!!!"

"Vamos!"

Roars from the Yellow Submarine players echoed across the pitch as Bruno sprinted toward the corner flag, with Tang Ye running in the same direction.

Accelerate!

Slide on knees!

Swish swish swish!

Three black streaks tore across the grass.

"Ohhh!!!"

"Vamos!"

"Vamos!"

Trailing by three goals, the home fans were rendered utterly silent.

Only the voices of the away supporters could be heard in the stadium.

【The Great Tang Tang Qiuwang leads the Yellow Submarine fans in occupying Espanyol's home ground!】

Hoo...

Flores exhaled a breath.

Being two goals down still left room to fight, but now trailing by three, Espanyol could be said to be completely relieved from this match.

Clearly the opponent didn't look strong, yet damn it, they just kept scoring!

Glancing at the away team's bench, Escrivá lay back in his chair, chatting with an assistant coach and laughing.

From the first half until now, Flores had sat on the chair for less than ten minutes in total,

while Escrivá had stood for less than ten minutes in total!

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

"Vamos Tom!"

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Espanyol 0:3 Yellow Submarine, Tang Ye with a set-piece assist, Bruno with a brace.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye kicked open the locker room door, rushed inside in a few quick steps, then jumped onto the treatment table in the center: "Woohoo!"

In the first half, Tang Ye had thought he wouldn't register an assist in this match.

As it turned out, in the second half he secured the assist he wanted directly from a set piece!

Not tackled in vain!

"Wow!"

Musacchio imitated Tang Ye's move, also jumping onto the treatment table: "Tom, how many assists do you have now?"

How many assists do I have?

Tang Ye looked down at Bruno below him: "How many assists did I have again?"

"Wait, let me check."

Bruno ran to his spot to grab his phone, but before he could pick it up, Rodri jumped in with the answer first: "Five!"

"Five, not bad!"

Musacchio patted Tang Ye's shoulder, but Bruno's voice immediately cut in: "Six, it's six; the website hasn't updated yet. Five was the previous count; there's one more from today!"

"Six assists, plus three goals!"

Setting his phone on the cabinet, Bruno tossed Tang Ye a bottle of electrolyte drink.

Seven league matches, three goals and six assists; Tang Ye's performance since arriving in La Liga was indeed rather stunning.

Even Cristiano Ronaldo, when he first wore Real Madrid's number 9 shirt, didn't have stats like Tang Ye's at the start!

"Just stats."

Tang Ye jumped down, then sat on the spot he had just stepped on: "I usually don't care much about stats, but I think I need to remind you all of something."

"What is it, Tom?"

"I also have three goals and one assist from the Europa League."

!!!

Mundo Deportivo Front Page Headline—La Liga Situation: Barcelona leads with seven consecutive wins, Real Madrid and Yellow Submarine close behind, Osasuna falls into the relegation zone.

2016-17 La Liga Real-Time Standings (after Round 7).

1. Barcelona, 21 points.

2. Real Madrid, 19 points.

3. Villarreal, 19 points.

4. Atlético Madrid, 18 points.

5. Sevilla, 16 points.

6. Athletic Bilbao, 16 points.

Attached: Assist Rankings.

1. Tang Ye, 6 times.

2. Toni Kroos, 4 times.

……

5. Messi, 4 times.

……

8. C. Ronaldo, 3 times.

Marca Front Page Headline—Messi and Ronaldo Join Forces to Finally Defeat Tang Tang Qiuwang; Currently, the Combined Assist Total of Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo Has Surpassed Tang's; Is the 17-Year-Old Golden Boy Candidate Starting to Decline?

【Messi and Ronaldo Fans Wake Up to Find Spring Has Arrived, Ruthlessly Suppressing Tang Tang Qiuwang!】

【To be honest, I think it's useless; unless Neymar is added, Tang Tang Qiuwang will suppress Messi and Ronaldo again in a few more rounds.】

【6 assists in 7 matches, oh my god!】

【No wonder Ten Hag said Villarreal owed 6 million euros; looking at it now, Tang Ye is indeed worth a 9 million euro annual loan fee.】

【Is the person above hyping up Ten Hag that much?】

【I am Ten Hag's simp; mark my words, Ten Hag will surely lead the Red Devils to revival!】

【If only he had come to La Liga half a season earlier, we wouldn't be seeing him on the Golden Boy list now, but on the Ballon d'Or list!】

【The Ballon d'Or? That thing has no real value; even the top assister in La Liga can't make the list, yet you still believe in it? Better to look at the Golden Boy Award; I think the Golden Boy is the true god, untainted by capital!】

……

Returning home in the evening, while the game was matching opponents, Tang Ye organized his current attributes.

Tang Ye (38 years old)

【Ball Control: 78; Passing: 86】

【Shooting: 73; Heading: 47; Set Pieces: 73】

【Pace: 69; Stamina: 71; Physicality: 71】

【Defending: 68; Vision: 94】

Overall Rating: 79

Account Balance: Counterattack Points * 281

It seemed he had suddenly broken through to 79 points during this afternoon's match; at that time, Tang Ye was too excited about his assists, so he hadn't paid attention to it.

An overall rating of 79; this statistic was already completely sufficient for Tang Ye to establish himself in the La Liga.

Moreover, due to the extreme nature of Tang Ye's skills, he could display abilities exceeding an overall rating of 79 during matches!

Of course, sometimes he would underperform, though.

Besides the account balance, there was another thing Tang Ye needed to consider.

【Reach a combined total of 15 goals plus assists in league and Europa League matches】

【Reward: Random High-Level Club Template】

Current Progress: 10/15

Only 5 more to go!

With just 5 more offensive statistics, Tang Ye would obtain the next high-level template!

Although he didn't know what it would be, since it was a high-level template, it surely wouldn't be too bad.

……

PS: Adjusting things these few days; updating 15k daily for now. I know you're anxious, but please don't rush; in a few days, it will return to 20k daily. I will make up for all the owed chapters.

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