Chapter 853: Let Us Chant the Tang Ye Bible

#China vs Germany.

#The historic China-Germany rivalry reignites!

#China’s do-or-die match at the Qatar World Cup.

#The Tang Ye Bible.

#Germany in crisis.

News about the China-Germany match overwhelmingly dominated trending topics across all platforms.

To be fair, the national team’s luck this World Cup has been terrible—even after beating Wales and pulling off a shock win against Argentina, they still haven’t secured a spot in the knockout stage.

In comparison, Germany and Argentina have had better luck; despite poor performances in their first two matches, they still have a chance to fight for first place in the group.

Damn it!

It feels like everyone is targeting our national team!

“But… well, we don’t really need to be too nervous.”

“Currently, China’s goal difference is +4, which is quite high, so it won’t be easy for Argentina or Germany to overtake us on goal difference!”

“Yes.”

“Here we go—players from both teams are already warming up on the pitch!”

Clap clap clap clap!

Amid applause and cheers, the Chinese and German players emerged one after another.

“Tangye!”

“Advance to the knockout stage!”

“Germany forever! Germany forever!”

“Thomas! (Müller)”

Tang Ye raised his hand in response to the fans’ chants.

“Move! Move!”

The fitness coach waved his arms as the Chinese players ran around the pre-marked cones on the field.

Tang Ye didn’t join the team’s warm-up—he was a real character, striking up a conversation with the German Bundesliga player Kimichii as he passed by: “Your No.14 is really good—Musiala.”

“Yeah, he’s our best young player.”

Kimichii was surprised Tang Ye would praise a German player before the match, and grew slightly wary.

But considering it was Tang Ye, the guy probably meant nothing by it.

“This is my first time seeing Thomas play as a center-forward—I watched your first two games. Musiala and Thomas have good chemistry.”

Tang Ye pinched his chin as he spoke to Kimichii.

“You’ve never seen Thomas play center-forward? That can’t be right—you’ve played in the Bundesliga.”

“It’s my first time. When Thomas was at Bayern, Lewandowski was the center-forward, so he usually played as a second striker or No.9.”

“That’s true.”

Kimichii clapped Tang Ye’s hand, but at that moment, the crowd’s boos quietly grew louder, leaving Tang Ye helpless.

“Alright, we shouldn’t be chatting.”

“Why?”

Tang Ye glanced toward the stands and waved his hand: “Your fans are really angry with me.”

“You know why—because of the Bundesliga and the World Cup before.”

“Haha!”

Kimichii shoved Tang Ye lightly, and they stopped talking.

The Chinese and German fans in the stands were arguing louder and louder.

Fortunately, neither side understood the other’s language—Chinese fans mostly shouted “fuck” in English, while German fans could only mangle “Tangye idiot” with incorrect pronunciation (some even had to search Chinese insult tutorials on YouTube on the spot)—so as long as no physical fights broke out, the conflict couldn’t escalate further.

“I chase the light of my dreams~!”

“It’s because of courage that I fear no danger!”

“Your love has no limits~~~ Give me strength to keep moving forward!”

The songs played were voted on by fans from both sides. At first, Tang Ye enjoyed them, warming up to the rhythm.

But after a German song ended, things took a strange turn.

Boom!

A loud banging sound suddenly blared from the speakers, and the Chinese fans in the away section screamed in unison.

What’s going on?

“What happened?”

Tang Ye looked toward the stands and saw fans all shouting his name—camera operators had all turned their lenses on him.

Even the big screen was showing only Tang Ye’s head.

Shit!

“No, why?!”

“What are you all so afraid of?”

“….”

Okay.

Though Tang Ye was slow on the uptake, after hearing those lines, he finally realized.

He looked toward Wu Lei standing at the far end—his teammate was shrugging at him.

Wu Lei had already told him the Bible would be on today’s pre-match playlist, and Tang Ye had dismissed it.

But now it was clear: Tang Ye was wrong.

Wu Lei was right!

“I told you during the match we could attack, but you just kept nodding, nodding, then kept passing back and forth—never moving forward!”

“The fullbacks kept telling me to go forward—I could go, sure, but if they keep telling me to go and no one passes ahead, how am I supposed to get the ball? I have to come back to get it, then carry it forward myself.”

“….”

No melody—just pure speech—but under the stadium’s professional sound system, it felt like a grand speech.

The German players stood on the pitch, visibly awkward.

They didn’t understand Chinese, but they recognized Tang Ye’s voice.

Tang Ye’s voice + his furious tone—whether you understood Chinese or not, you could tell exactly what was being played.

It’s the Holy Bible!

Of course, compared to the German players, Tang Ye himself was even more embarrassed.

“You could’ve passed forward—you could’ve played with me—why didn’t you? I’ve talked to you so many times on the pitch already.”

“Damn, I don’t get why you’re scared—what’s so scary about those few German guys?”

“Wow!!!!”

“You keep playing defense, keep playing defense. Even Özil, that piece of crap, can play attack—so I’m stuck playing defense? Am I worse than him? Why am I always playing defense?”

“Fuck, their midfield is pathetic, and you’re still scared—I don’t get what you’re scared of!”

【Am I worse than him? Why am I always playing defense?】

【Everyone, stand up and start chanting!】

【They really played this? Shouldn’t the organizers have checked the lyrics with a translator?】

【You’re sure this is a song?】

【Bold! How isn’t my King’s Bible a song?】

The big screen still showed only Tang Ye’s head.

It was clear Tang Ye was now utterly helpless.

The fans’ original plan was to unsettle the German players—but instead, they’d just stabbed their own big brother in the back.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, haha.”

Feng Xiaoting punched Tang Ye’s arm—Tang Ye raised his hand to signal he wasn’t affected.

…

Dongqi Di top post: 42 minutes until China vs Germany—before kickoff, the stadium plays “The Tang Ye Bible.”

“….”

“This is our final group match, but it’s not necessarily our last game of this World Cup—we still don’t know that for sure.”

“We’re currently top of the group, but that doesn’t mean we’ve already secured a knockout spot.”

Escribá gave his final pre-match instructions: “Argentina will beat Wales and get six points—I can guarantee it. So our advantage isn’t nearly as big as you think!”

“Understand what I mean?”

“We must give our best performance—even if we lose, we must lose by as little as possible!”

“We should even aim for a draw—or to beat them!”

“This is the final step to the knockout stage—stay sharp!”

Clap clap clap clap!

Clap clap clap clap!

Rubbing his hands, Tang Ye took a deep breath and focused.

He was ready for everything!

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