[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-373":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","FORESIGHT",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1847671,2452,"Chapter 373","foresight-chapter-373",373,"\u003Cp>The moment Kai broke through, he released the ball to Santi Cazorla.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he jogged forward, he could feel it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quicker off the mark, cleaner in his stops and turns. Even his footwork felt more responsive, more precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It suited him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he was not complete yet. Far from it. He could beat a man, but doing it repeatedly under pressure was still a work in progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, his physicality remained a key part of his game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Gonzalez clicked his tongue in frustration. \"Damn it… couldn't get near him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Fei pressed a hand to his chest, breathing heavily. \"Feels like I ran into a wall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gonzalez glanced at him, a little surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You went straight into him? That's brave,\" he said, half amused. \"Kai's built for the Premier League.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop talking,\" Ouyang Fei muttered, still catching his breath. \"Get back. We need to recover shape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both turned and sprinted back as Arsenal settled into possession again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, there was no rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal slowed it down, moving the ball with patience, probing, testing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from them, FC Basel stayed aggressive. Young, energetic, and committed to pressing high, they chased every pass, closing angles, trying to force mistakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were getting closer each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad,\" Kai muttered under his breath, exchanging a glance with Cazorla. \"They've got energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla gave a slight smile. \"Plenty of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But energy came at a cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back,\" Kai called as he dropped into position behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla delayed just a second, shifting the ball to shake off pressure before rolling it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's first touch was not perfect. He adjusted quickly with short steps, opening his body and nudging the ball into space along his intended path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the Basel press closed in did he release the pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around him, the rest of Arsenal followed the same rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two touches. Sometimes three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never rushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basel kept running, pressing, chasing shadows, but the ball stayed just out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sie lassen uns umsonst arbeiten,\" the Swiss commentator said, tension rising in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(They're making us work for nothing.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the touchline, Arsène Wenger watched calmly, a faint smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise from Basel's players only grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go, go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Close him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Left side!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surged forward again and again, pressing with everything they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly, their legs began to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Fei stopped abruptly, scanning the field. His eyes followed the ball, then his teammates, then back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal could move the ball faster. Everyone knew that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why were they not doing it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why the extra touch?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why invite pressure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait… no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned sharply and began retreating, dropping deeper into midfield while shouting to Gonzalez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drop back. Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gonzalez hesitated. \"What? We've got them under pressure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Fei shook his head, pointing at him. \"Look at yourself. You're already drenched.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gonzalez wiped his forehead and froze for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much sweat. Too early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're… dragging us around?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Fei nodded. \"They're draining us. Step by step.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realization hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gonzalez exhaled sharply. \"Damn it… we walked straight into it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his arm and shouted, pulling his teammates back into shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drop. Stay compact.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not keep sprinting like that. Another few minutes and they would be spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, FC Basel eased off. The reckless pressing stopped, and the shape tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal felt it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai cushioned the ball under his foot, rolling it slightly to the right as he lifted his head to scan ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They've clocked it,\" he said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basel had retreated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small smile appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not matter. The job was already done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped the ball to Santi Cazorla and pointed sharply toward Ángel Di María.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now. Go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cazorla understood straight away. His tempo changed in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged the ball across his body and turned as if driving through the middle, drawing defenders toward him before releasing it quickly out wide to Di María.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, Kai, Cazorla, Alexis Sánchez, and Luis Suárez all pushed forward together, flooding into the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pace of the attack jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it,\" Susi muttered, caught off guard by the sudden shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsenal were no longer probing. They were decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the flank, Di María drove at his man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop him!\" Suchy, a central defender, shouted, trying to organize the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Di María kept shifting the ball, feint after feint. When the route inside closed, he did not hesitate. He opened his body and whipped in a cross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pick up your men!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suchy turned, searching for Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai had already slipped behind Cazorla, timing his run perfectly. He rose above the line, meeting the ball with force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suchy tried to recover, but Cazorla's positioning had blocked his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, come on,\" he snapped under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's header thundered toward the goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp reaction followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a save,\" called Merson, his voice lifting with the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomáš Vaclík had read it well, pushing the ball away with strong hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Lee Dixon added, \"He was watching Kai all the way. Good anticipation, that's top goalkeeping.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball dropped outside the box, and Basel broke quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reached Ouyang Fei, who took a touch before sliding it across to Gonzalez.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gonzalez tried to drive down the wing, pushing the ball ahead of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a shout came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Check your back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ouyang Fei's voice carried urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gonzalez hesitated for a split second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure surged in from his blind side, cleanly nicking the ball away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled forward, then turned in frustration as he saw the player already moving away in an Arsenal shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N'Golo Kanté…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanté kept the ball close, accelerating into space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brilliant,\" said Paul Merson. \"That's exactly what you want from him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lee Dixon nodded. \"He reads danger early and gets there first. Simple as that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Kai pushing higher up the pitch, Kanté had quietly taken over the responsibility in midfield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not overcomplicate it. He closed space, made the tackle, and stopped the move before it could develop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basel had thought the opportunity was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They assumed Kai would not recover in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They forgot about N'Golo Kanté.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanté glanced up briefly as he carried the ball forward.\u003C\u002Fp>",1069,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.891Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6b22942b3591add219a46fe2c5f992902aca967b98a6a2d7a25dd43ba8c8d84","foresight-chapter-374","foresight-chapter-372",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]