Evan Lin walked onto the field from outside, heading straight for Class 7’s half.
“Hey, there’s someone over there. What’s he up to?” In the stands, countless eyes instantly focused on the suddenly appeared Evan.
The whole stadium felt empty at that moment, and Evan’s sudden appearance made quite a few people pause in surprise.
“Wait, isn’t that Evan Lin?” someone said, as if suddenly remembering.
“Isn’t he the Class 7 idiot who claimed he’d take on the whole field by himself?” The stands buzzed with discussion, and the looks directed at Evan were all different.
“Fang You, look at that guy on the field—it’s Evan! Is he really going to challenge Ethan Yi? I bet he’s about to embarrass himself big time.” The girl next to Fang You tugged at her sleeve.
Only then did Fang You look over and see Evan standing in the middle of the field, his figure looking a bit lonely and out of place.
“What’s that idiot doing here!” Fang You jumped in shock. “Soccer isn’t a street fight—does he really think he can play a whole match alone?”
Fang You frowned, confused. If this were a brawl and Evan was taking on the entire Class 3 soccer team, she’d almost believe he could pull it off.
But this is soccer!
Brute force alone is useless in soccer—the real key is control over the ball.
Fang You didn’t believe Evan could beat Ethan Yi, let alone take on the whole field by himself. Just passing alone on such a big pitch would be enough to wear anyone out. Besides, he didn’t even have a goalie—there was no way to play.
“That punk Evan actually showed up.” In Class 7’s resting area, Darren Zhao snorted at Evan. “Perfect, let him play alone. We’ll just stand on the sideline and watch.”
“It’s already embarrassing enough. If it weren’t for Evan, Victor Feng wouldn’t be injured and we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Darren’s eyes flickered.
Soon, the whistle for the second half blew.
Class 3’s players entered the field one by one, while Class 7’s players deliberately stood outside the boundary line—none of them stepped onto the pitch.
“Evan, aren’t you so tough? The second half’s all yours! Don’t let us down!” Darren shouted at Evan, and the stands erupted in mocking laughter.
This clueless kid was about to make a fool of himself.
Darren wore a cold sneer, already planning how he’d explain things to the homeroom teacher.
He’d just dump all the blame on Evan. After this game, Evan was probably getting expelled anyway.
“Relax. No matter what happens, it’ll be better than you guys getting stomped seven-nil.”
Evan glanced coolly at Darren, speaking slowly. Even though there was some distance between them, Darren felt as if Evan’s voice was right in his ear, making his face look even worse. “Quit pretending. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”
Darren’s face was full of resentment.
The referee saw that none of Class 7’s players were on the field and for a moment didn’t even know how to blow the whistle.
“Are you seriously going to take on our whole team by yourself?” Ethan Yi looked at Evan with disdain.
“You’re not even qualified to be my opponents. This game is actually a bargain for you.” Evan’s tone was flat as he walked up to the ball and started juggling it with his foot.
After two juggles, the ball skewed off to the side.
Seeing this, the Class 3 players couldn’t help but laugh. “Seriously? He can’t even juggle—he thinks he can play?”
“He’s got to be joking.”
“What an idiot—just making Class 7 look even worse.”
Evan looked at the ball that had skewed off to the side, instantly analyzing the feel, the moment it landed on his foot, the force, and the angle it left with.
“What’s he even doing? Where’s the other team?” Up in the stands, Coach Peter was getting impatient.
Watching this kind of match already felt like a waste of time. Ethan Yi was decent, but nowhere near impressive enough to catch Peter’s eye.
“That student’s from Class 7. Supposedly he’s playing the whole game by himself,” Ethan Zhang explained with a forced smile.
“What a waste of time!” Peter frowned and was about to get up and leave.
Peter was actually considering letting Ethan Yi join the national team’s bench for training.
But just as Peter stood up, the referee, after triple-checking that Class 7 only had one player for the second half, finally blew the whistle to start the game.
The second half began.
Evan took possession of the ball.
“Hey, aren’t you supposed to play? Go on then, kick it! You’re just standing there with the ball—what, hoping it’ll roll itself into our goal?” A Class 3 forward grinned at Evan, clearly not worried.
“Idiot.” Evan glanced at him and spat out the word.
The forward’s face darkened, about to retort, but he suddenly noticed Evan, who hadn’t moved before, springing into action.
Evan dribbled straight toward Class 3’s penalty area.
“You’re just a scrub—think you can take on our whole team by yourself? Don’t kid yourself. All we have to do is steal the ball and send it downfield, then score from miles away.”
“You don’t even have a goalie. How are you going to play?” The forward charged at Evan, launching a fierce sliding tackle aimed right at the ball, ready to cut off Evan’s run.
But at the last moment, Evan lightly tapped the underside of the ball with his right foot, sending it gently into the air. He leapt clean over the forward’s head.
“Trash.”
A perfect dribble!
Evan didn’t even look at the stunned forward, who hadn’t managed to get up yet—he just kept going.
“Damn, that move was gorgeous—smooth as silk!”
Up in the stands, a few boys who’d been sneering were suddenly stunned.
“Hmm?” Coach Peter, who had been about to leave, paused and silently sat back down.
Most people only saw Evan smoothly flick the ball over one defender, but Peter saw something more.
He noticed the exact height the ball was lifted—absolutely perfect.
A moving soccer ball faces wind resistance, so every kick’s power, angle, and height determine its path.
And in that instant, Peter realized this cocky kid challenging a whole team landed almost simultaneously with the ball.
Such control over power—even in Peter’s eyes—was impressive enough to make him take notice.
Soccer is an artistic war!
Peter watched the boy dribbling down the field, now with genuine curiosity in his eyes.