"How is that possible!" Ethan Yi's eyes widened in shock. He stared at the soccer ball that had struck the crossbar, changed direction, and flown back to Evan Lin's feet—where Evan calmly pinned it under one foot—utterly dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief.
Evan bent down, picked up a slightly worn sneaker lying nearby, and put it back on his foot.
Just now, in that split second, Evan had kicked off his shoe and sent it flying, striking the underside of the ball and lifting it just enough for the ball to hit the crossbar.
"Idiot, is that your real strength?" Evan finished putting on his shoe, dribbled the ball, and strolled toward Ethan Yi as if taking a casual walk.
"You... how did you do that?" Ethan Yi's expression flickered between anger and disbelief. That shot should have been a guaranteed goal, yet it was somehow blocked in midair!
In all his years playing soccer, Ethan Yi had never seen anything like this.
"Stunned? Or you just can't accept it? People like you are frogs at the bottom of a well—never seeing the sky above, and thinking you're something special." Evan dribbled past the still-stiff Ethan Yi. "Ethan Yi, you're pure garbage. You'd better recognize that sooner rather than later."
With the ball at his feet, Evan launched another attack.
This was a one-sided slaughter.
In the name of soccer, Evan trampled their dignity—and everything else—underfoot!
"Just a bunch of trash. In my eyes, you don't even deserve to exist!" Evan Lin dribbled past defender after defender, the ball at his feet moving like it was alive, slipping past Class 3 players at the perfect angle every single time.
Once again, Evan stood outside the box and raised his leg for a shot.
The ball flew toward the goal, as two defenders gritted their teeth and threw themselves at it, plus the keeper all piling in.
This time, the ball was deflected out over the sideline.
"Corner kick!" The referee blew the whistle.
Ethan Yi from Class 3 ran over with a cold look on his face.
He figured that last play was just a fluke—no way a whole team couldn’t handle Evan Lin alone!
"Everyone, fall back and defend with everything you've got. As soon as you get the ball, pass it to me—I'll go up front." Ethan Yi barked orders at his teammates. "He's just one guy. We've got the advantage in stamina, so there's no need to fight him head‑on where he's strongest."
"When we get the ball, all of you just block him." Ethan glared at Evan Lin.
Evan picked up the ball and walked over to the corner flag.
Corner kick.
But with Evan Lin as the only player on the field, this corner was basically impossible to play.
"Evan Lin, I'm going to make you lose so badly!" Ethan Yi's eyes blazed like an angry lion.
He was ready to intercept the ball and charge straight for Class 7's goal again.
This time, Ethan Yi was determined not to just score himself!
He couldn't allow even the tiniest mistake!
"Kick it, Evan!" Ethan Yi sneered as Evan Lin still didn’t move. "A one-man corner kick—whatever you do, it’ll just end up with us. I really want to see what kind of trick you think you can pull."
Evan calmly placed the ball at the corner, then slowly stepped back, eyes steady as he glanced at the ball, then looked up at the goal.
In front of the goal, right by the corner line, Class 7's players crowded together.
"He’s definitely just going to send it to Class 7, right? At this angle, Evan doesn’t have anyone to pass to—what a waste."
"Yeah, with defense this tight, Evan's just going to have to hand the ball over. If Class 3 keeps forcing it out for goal kicks, Evan will never get the ball again," a boy shook his head. "Honestly, one guy taking on a whole team? That’s totally unrealistic. Even Zidall couldn’t pull off something like this. Too bad—if Evan would just work with his own classmates, maybe Class 7 could actually win."
Most of the crowd looked at Evan Lin with a touch of pity.
Even though Evan had shown off enough jaw-dropping skill to stun everyone, the downside of solo soccer was on full display now.
He just couldn’t get the ball out—every time, he’d have to hand it right back over.
But Evan didn’t panic at all. He slowly stepped back a few paces.
"What’s he doing? That stance—looks like he’s about to go for a big boot," someone wondered aloud.
"No clue. Maybe he wants to blast the ball all the way to the other side, send it out of bounds and force a goal kick. That way he can buy some time and get back to his own half," someone guessed. "That’s probably Evan’s best move—otherwise, in this situation, he doesn’t even have time to get back on defense."
Coach Peter slowly stood up, walked forward two steps, and gripped the railing at the front of the rostrum, eyes locked on the corner flag near Class 3’s goal.
There, Evan Lin stood silent for a long moment, as if preparing something.
"Coach Peter, what’s up with you?" Ethan Zhang’s face didn’t look so good—Evan Lin’s dazzling performance was already making Ethan Yi’s first-half heroics seem pretty lame by comparison.
Since when did Class 7 have a monster like this?!
Ethan Zhang cursed inwardly, but didn’t dare show it on his face.
Just then, he saw Coach Peter, who’d been sitting calmly a moment ago, suddenly stand up, startling him.
Up until now, Coach Peter had just been quietly praising Evan Lin, keeping the cool reserve of an international coach—never getting too excited.
But now, when Ethan Zhang got up and stood beside him, he saw Peter gripping the railing so tight his whole body was trembling, face full of reverence, like he was waiting for something sacred to happen.
What exactly was he waiting for?
Could the situation on the field really change again?
Ethan Zhang was a little shaken. He looked over and saw Evan Lin surrounded layer upon layer, and with no teammates to help.
In this situation, unless Evan could fly, there was no way he could get the ball out—he’d just have to hand it over to Class 3.
And once Class 3 got the ball, with five or six guys, surely they could block Evan and give Ethan Yi the time he needed to shoot.
Maybe Evan really was amazing, but soccer’s still a team sport.
But for some reason, seeing how fired up Coach Peter was, Ethan Zhang couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen.
"Is it going to be that?" Coach Peter muttered, his eyes blazing as he stared at Evan Lin, full of excitement.
At that moment, Evan Lin, who’d been silent for so long, slowly raised his head.
His gaze was deep, with a hint of playful mockery, as he looked at the wall of defenders in front of him. With a smirk, he said, "I’ve given you plenty of time to set up your wall. Now let me show you what real technique looks like!"