Chapter 28: Cheating Along With Your Teammates!

“Alright, the match is starting—wow, let me introduce Utrecht’s starting lineup!”

Utrecht (5-3-2)

Goalkeeper: Ruijt

Defenders: Klebe, Van der Maarel, Timo Lechert, Stried, Nganioni

Midfielders: Amrabat, Tang Ye, Ramselaar (C)

Forwards: Barazite, Ale

Head Coach: Eric ten Hag

Wang Chao’s voice trembled as he introduced Utrecht’s starting XI.

As cheerful streamers like him, their usual job was to make simple “direction predictions” and let the Bean Warriors charge forward.

Does the streamer bet?

The streamer himself rarely bets—they’re the commanders of the Bean Warriors, standing behind.

If the Bean Warriors lose, the streamer remains unharmed and may even earn a generous bonus from the deaths of his troops.

But today was an exception—today was Mong’s match, and Wang Chao abandoned his position behind the scenes.

He was going to charge at the front line!

“Tang Ye, go!”

Whether he heard the streamer’s shout or not, Utrecht immediately raised the pace of the match—the holding midfielder Ramselaar picked up the ball and pushed forward aggressively.

Sneek’s players wouldn’t allow such bullying—they surged toward Ramselaar, with the attacking midfielder and winger closing in.

Ramselaar liked to hold onto the ball, but his ball control wasn’t strong.

“Pass it, Ramselaar, what are you doing?!”

“Great Tang Ye is right beside you—pass it now!”

“OK, Ramselaar passed! To Tang Ye—Tang Ye! Tang Ye is observing!”

“Movement… positioning—Tang Ye starts moving, still some distance from the front, Ale’s position isn’t good!”

Ale’s position wasn’t good, but Utrecht had another player making a overlapping run.

Left-back Nganioni!

Tang Ye saw the opening—it was a passing option.

But Tang Ye first needed to deal with the immediate threat.

Gonzales was sprinting toward him!

“Give it to me, I’m open!”

Ramselaar had somehow repositioned himself into space again, ready to support Tang Ye in clearing the ball.

“OK!”

Tang Ye shouted, pointing to the space just ahead of Ramselaar.

He was about to play a through ball!

Pass…

One millisecond before his instep touched the ball, Tang Ye’s swinging thigh suddenly froze mid-air—he twisted his ankle and slipped past Gonzales while the defender wasn’t looking.

Gonzales: ?

Ramselaar: ?

“What the—”

Van der Gaag looked at Ten Hag ahead, who pressed his palm to his forehead.

You really can’t blame Tang Ye.

TMD, he even fooled his own teammates!

“Hah!”

After breaking free, Tang Ye didn’t rush to pass—he turned back to mock Gonzales.

Then, with a single kick, he sent the ball forward.

Seeing Tang Ye play like this, every player on the pitch was stunned.

Because he hadn’t even looked at where his teammates were running!

The ball struck the left touchline, Nganioni raised his thigh and cleanly controlled it.

“Tang Ye! What a brilliant switch!”

“Passing without looking to the left—that’s bold!”

“But he pulled it off—we’ve got Nganioni!”

The camera zoomed in on Nganioni, Utrecht’s left-back, beginning a 1v1 duel with the opposing fullback.

Defender against defender!

He played a low cross, preparing to deliver the ball to a teammate waiting at the arc.

Huh?

Nganioni froze—he hadn’t expected the player waiting at the arc to be Tang Ye.

Tang Ye’s long-range shot…

Forget it, just pass!

The low cross rolled straight into the empty space in front of Tang Ye.

*Snap!* Tang Ye stopped the ball with his right foot.

He flicked it outward with his outside foot, then curled it into the bottom-right corner of the net.

【De Bruyne’s far-post curler, Lv1: Imitate】

Proficiency: 2/50

On screen, Tang Ye’s instep curler traced a modest arc, finding the upper-right corner of the net.

Goalkeeper Luister made a save attempt.

But unless the goalkeeper was 2.5 meters tall, there was no way he could reach it.

“GOOOOO——AAAAAAA——LLLLLLLL!!!”

“Goal! Goal! Tang Ye!”

“First goal of the match!!”

“Fucking awesome!!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wang Chao grabbed his mechanical keyboard and slammed it onto the table.

Simultaneously, the scoreboard in the top-left corner confirmed Tang Ye’s goal.

Utrecht: Sneek

1:0

17’ Tang (99)

【666666】

【Aaaahhh, Mong!】

【Unbelievable—Tang Ye never said he could shoot from distance?!】

【You don’t get it—just because he doesn’t talk doesn’t mean he can’t? My Tang King is versatile, what’s wrong with that?】

【Verified: That goal was pure luck.】

【Haters speak up!】

…

After scoring, Tang Ye clasped his hands behind his head as Ale and Barazite sprinted toward him.

“Tom!”

“Beautiful!”

Ale and Barazite arrived at nearly the same moment, with Nganioni on the left—three men, three directions, completely surrounding Tang Ye.

“Tang, great goal, great goal, uh, why aren’t you saying anything? Isn’t this a great goal?”

“Wait, we don’t even know yet if it’s a good goal.”

Tang Ye waved his hand—he was utterly calm.

He was waiting.

Waiting for something extremely important.

【At 37, scoring on his first start—your fans suddenly realized: you’re not just livestreaming to make money, you actually know how to play!】

【Reward: Reverse Points ×10】

Tang Ye opened his arms and hugged both Ale and Ramselaar: “Great goal, that was a great goal!”

One goal = two pints of draft beer.

Made it!

…

Second-team cafeteria.

“Tom! Tom, my god, he has to treat us—he can’t escape now!”

Several players from the second team and youth academy stood on tables, waving at the TV screen.

“Merent, I think this is worth at least a million euros, right?”

Coach Richard looked at Marent on the side.

Although Tang Ye’s current value hasn’t reached one million euros, considering he’s only sixteen, it’s not entirely impossible for him to be worth one million euros!

“He betrayed me!”

Marent pointed at Tang Ye, who was constantly moving on the TV screen, his expression slightly wounded.

“Hmm, why?”

“Why did he become so strong once he joined the first team? And his movement—you know, Tang’s running distance in recent matches has been getting longer and longer. Why is he like this only in the first team?”

“Isn’t it because his playing time has increased?”

Richard reminded him.

“No, it’s different, damn it! Eric must have done something!”

“Eric has control over Tang!”

Marent clenched his fists: “Eric is a bastard—I’ll rescue Tang!”

…

(End of Chapter)