Chapter 697: Brother, Let Me Copy You, Please

Douyin suddenly had many live streams geotagged at Peking University's May Fourth Field, with titles revolving around "Tang Ye's Exam," "Watching Tang Ye Up Close," and "Let's See My Classmate Tang."

There were no official live streams, but roughly three or four hundred were started by students on campus, and the viewer count in each stream was not low.

Naturally, the streams with the most viewers were the ones positioned at the front.

With a good position, the phone was close to Tang Ye, allowing for a clearer view of Tang Ye, so the number of people in that stream was inevitably not small.

【It's a real exam; I feel like if I don't pull some strings, Tang Ye won't pass.】

【Actually, if Macroeconomics is just basic, it's not hard; many athletes study it.】

【Now I finally understand the importance of academic credentials; if only I had gotten into a school in BJ...】

【Actually, it's okay; a Foshan native says Tang Tang Zhengxiong lives in the village next to mine.】

【Why are so many people announcing their names? Are they all reporting their roommates' names?】

【Holy crap, Mao Mao Weijie?】

It was dinner time; a goal on the May Fourth Field was surrounded by hundreds of people, completely occupying the track, leaving nowhere for those who wanted to take a stroll after dinner to go.

There were hundreds more outside the track, adding up to at least a thousand people, each holding a phone.

"Huff, huff!"

"Roar!"

"Mao Mao Weijie" jumped a few times on the grass, suddenly shouting to boost his morale, with Tang Ye in front of him, stepping on the ball and preparing to attack.

"Tang Tang Qiuwang, what if I win? If I win, can I go work at Manchester United for the summer?"

"Wow!!!"

The fans cheered.

The real Mao Mao Weijie was standing in the crowd, and he was in the very front row.

To be honest, when Tang Ye first said he wanted to duel with Wang Mao Weijie, the real Mao Mao Weijie was somewhat schadenfreude, after all, the roommate who impersonated him would soon be hammered.

But now, thinking carefully.

It's a loss either way, but the chance to duel Tang Ye is rare!

"I am Mao Mao Weijie!"

"Tang Ye!"

Pity.

Now the duel situation had formed; regardless of whether the one in front was the real Mao Mao Weijie or the fake Mao Mao Weijie, Tang Ye's opponent was him!

"Tang Tang Qiuwang, what if you lose!"

Since he wasn't using his own name, the fake Mao Mao Weijie was now very arrogant.

"If I lose, I'll give you the Champions League Golden Boot."

"Wow!!!!"

"For real? Damn it!"

"Tang Ye, I want it too!"

"Wait, the Champions League Golden Boot???"

Tang Ye seemed a bit too generous, causing the onlooking students to scream continuously.

"Wait, since I'm going to give it, it definitely won't be a simulation; if you can really win, I'll give you the real one."

"Wow!!!"

The fake Mao Mao Weijie's adrenaline secreted rapidly, extremely excited.

So now it had arrived; how could he win against Tang Ye?

A small goal, 1v1 duel; Tang Ye looked at the students watching nearby: "Get a goalkeeper, get a goalkeeper. Professional or not doesn't matter; anyway, we two will use the same goalkeeper."

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

Many people wanted to be the goalkeeper, but only the first person could be selected.

"Here's the deal: five rounds; if I miss one ball in the five rounds, or if you score one against me, then you win. Okay?"

"I'll kick first."

"Okay, okay!"

"Mao Mao Weijie (Fake), go!"

"Mao Mao Weijie (Fake), go!"

【Is he really going to give the Champions League Golden Boot? If he's really giving it, I'll buy a plane ticket to BJ right now.】

【Buying a plane ticket to BJ? If you go now, by the time you arrive, Tang Ye will be back at the hotel sleeping.】

【Five rounds? Then I feel there's still a chance; mainly it depends on offense, after all, Tang Ye isn't a defensive player.】

【What chance? You upstairs really don't know how huge the gap is between professional and amateur players.】

【So the question is, is Tang Ye an ordinary professional player?】

Randomly finding a referee, Tang Ye kicked the ball to the fake Mao Mao Weijie, and the latter kicked it back.

It began!

"Mao Mao Weijie, go!"

"Mao Mao Weijie, go! Take down Tang Ye!"

People generally like to cheer for the weaker side, so the fake Mao Mao Weijie thus received support from very many students.

Tang Ye dribbled with the outside of his foot, inching closer.

The fake Mao Mao Weijie came forward first, maintaining a suitable distance, then began to slowly retreat.

From the handling at the very start, this challenger should have some skill; estimated to be at least at the level of a college team.

Look at Tang Ye's side!

His body shifted sideways to the right, immediately followed by an explosive burst of acceleration.

"Holy crap!"

Fake Mao Mao Weijie cried out as Tang Ye rushed straight past him; after creating space, he fired a low shot to score.

"Wow!"

"Damn, that's awesome."

"Tang Tang Qiuwang, go easy on us!"

"What the hell, how is he so fast?"

"..."

Many of the watching students were stunned because they never expected Tang Ye's acceleration to be so exaggerated.

In his memory, Tang Ye did not belong to the type of speed-oriented player.

But many football fans hold a misconception, thinking that what they see on TV is exactly what it looks like in reality.

The God's-eye view, in a sense, deceives your eyes, making you feel that the speed at which players run on the field is not fast.

However, this is actually very, very wrong.

It's just like watching the hundred-meter race at the Olympics.

Why are tickets for the hundred-meter race so easy to sell? Because watching it live and watching it on TV are completely different feelings!

Tang Ye is slow, but only relatively slow.

"Are you okay?"

Tang Ye and Fake Mao Mao Weijie slapped hands; he also felt that he had rushed a bit too fast just now.

The Champions League final was only two weeks ago; asking Tang Ye to quickly find the feeling of playing amateur football is indeed somewhat difficult.

The speed was actually quite controllable, but Tang Ye is not a track and field athlete who specializes in running. Sometimes, when he gets excited and charges out, he can't react in time himself.

"It's fine, it's fine. Come on, my turn!"

Fake Mao Mao Weijie switched to offense!

Fake Mao Mao Weijie was quite excited now.

The fans in the Douyin live stream knew he had to rely on offense to win this match, and Fake Mao Mao Weijie himself, of course, was clear on that too.

To defeat Tang Ye, the only way is to attack.

Tang Ye shook his legs, then moved forward.

His body shifted slightly along with the attacker first.

At the instant the attacker slowed down, Tang Ye suddenly moved in, immediately pressing him body-to-body.

Fake Mao Mao Weijie still wanted to struggle, but with his body pinned by Tang Ye, he ultimately couldn't avoid being cleared.

"Damn!"

Fake Mao Mao Weijie held his head with both hands, utterly helpless.

"No way, Mao Mao Weijie, you're no good!"

"Got taken down that easily?"

"Wow!!!"

Shaking his head, Fake Mao Mao Weijie glanced to the side: "Stop shouting, come up and try it yourselves, damn it."

"Go, go!"

"Win the Champions League Golden Boot!"

"Go, Mao Mao Weijie, the Business Administration Department will win!"

After playing four consecutive rounds, Mao Mao Weijie indeed found not a single chance; plus, when Tang Ye played, he inherently had a leisurely feel, so from the perspective of the watching fans, Mao Mao Weijie was in a state of being toyed with for almost the entire process.

Fifth round of offense!

Tang Ye dribbled the ball closer bit by bit, pulling the ball forward!

When Mao Mao Weijie stuck out his foot, he pulled the ball back again!

Hmm...

Tang Ye's speed suddenly slowed down.

!!!

Mao Mao Weijie seized the opportunity and completed a tackle on Tang Ye with one kick.

"Wow!!"

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"Awesome!!!"

【????】

【I give up, I knew he was letting us off. Damn it, watching someone else win the Champions League Golden Boot really makes me uncomfortable.】