Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Exciting Fried Meatballs, Making Everyone Hungry

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"Klopp is too cunning!"

"Exactly! Ye Chen has scored in 13 consecutive games, and he's only three games away from Gerd Müller's record!"

"If you say this isn't intentional, I wouldn't believe it!"

"Yeah, the game is practically decided. Why send Ye Chen in? If he gets injured, there's no point in playing Inter!"

As a commentator, especially in front of millions of viewers during a live broadcast, every word carries weight.

However, countless fans knew that Ye Chen was on the field!

At the same time, everyone understood-Ye Chen had a mission... he had to score within the remaining eight minutes.

Is it possible?

Yes.

But it's hard.

Don't forget, the score was Hertha Berlin 0-1 Dortmund.

And 1-0 is the most dangerous score in the world!

Ye Chen entered the field, with Hertha Berlin in possession.

Goalkeeper Kraft passed the ball short to defender Janker.

Hertha had made two substitutions-at the 63rd minute, Lasogga replaced the underperforming Lukaku.

Then at the 74th minute, defender Bastian was subbed out for midfielder Ronny Heberson.

Reducing a defender and adding a midfielder was a desperate move.

Ronny Heberson, a Brazilian player, had excellent ball control and a powerful long shot, scoring twice this season!

Janker passed the ball to Ronny Heberson, who dribbled past midfield and stylishly flicked the ball past Wang Chu, who tried to intercept him.

Even after being passed, Wang Chu didn't give up and actively chased back.

With no other options, Ronny passed the ball to Niemeyer nearby.

"You're such a pest!" Ronny Heberson grumbled at Wang Chu.

Wang Chu just smiled.

As long as he wasn't subbed off, he would give his all!

By this point, he was exhausted, but somehow, after Ye Chen stepped onto the field, he didn't feel as tired. He could climb five flights of stairs without breaking a sweat... as long as there was an elevator.

Klopp noticed Wang Chu's effort, but effort alone wasn't enough.

The attack continued. Niemeyer launched a long pass to right winger Ebert.

But before Ebert could control the ball, the outstanding Löwe charged in and tackled it to Van Dijk.

Van Dijk didn't hesitate and sent a long pass to the left.

"Boom!"

The ball curved beautifully through the air, heading left.

That was Ye Chen's position!

Ye Chen glanced at the ball and sprinted toward it.

Before the ball landed, Janker suddenly crashed into him, knocking him off the sideline!

It was Janker!

They had prepared for Ye Chen beforehand.

If they lost possession, they would foul early-otherwise, once he got going, even ten players couldn't catch him!

Ye Chen anticipated Janker's move and managed to brace himself when he fell.

Still, he rolled several times on the ground. The referee didn't hesitate-straight to the scene with a yellow card.

Janker knew he couldn't avoid the card but approached Ye Chen anyway. "I had no choice. You're too fast!"

Ye Chen twitched at the corner of his mouth-Fast? Your whole family is fast!

Bundesliga teams defended Ye Chen like this-either stop him from accelerating or foul once he did.

They'd foul as far from the box as possible.

Just like now-a foul near the halfway line meant no direct free kick.

Don't forget, this kid could curve it like the moon!

Ye Chen averaged one goal per game recently, comfortably leading the scoring charts, but his efficiency had dropped.

That was normal-he got fouled five to eight times per match. Scoring at all was impressive!

Klopp had complained for three games straight about the rough fouls against Ye Chen.

Naturally, those complaints were met with rebuttals.

"The Bundesliga isn't a playground. If you think the competition is too intense, go to the Chinese Super League."

"Games there are easy and pay well..."

With Barrios transferring to Guangzhou Evergrande, the news about the Chinese Super League's big spending had gone global.

Many African players eagerly eyed the CSL, hoping to join.

Some even called it their dream to play in China.

Indeed, Chinese club owners had money, but they weren't fools.

In fact, these hefty transfer fees and salaries were part of a strategy!

As the league's influence grew, they'd cash in.

Anyone who thrived in the competitive Chinese market wasn't naive.

The game resumed.

83:49.

Dortmund organized an attack. Ye Chen got the ball on the left.

Ronny Heberson, full of energy, blocked his path.

Ronny wasn't great at defending, but his stamina was endless.

Plus, he had plenty of experience defending skillful players-on the streets of Brazil, everyone had tricks.

Ye Chen faced Ronny, slowing down. De Bruyne and Kuba made runs on the right.

Mané, on the other hand, ran aimlessly.

Yet Ye Chen spotted him immediately.

Ye Chen edged closer to Ronny. Seeing that Ronny didn't retreat, Ye Chen feinted left.

Ronny stayed low, eyes locked on the ball.

Suddenly, Ye Chen flicked the ball left!

Ronny braced for a left-side breakthrough.

But in a flash, Ye Chen dragged the ball right and cut inside!

"What a brilliant roulette!"

"Ye Chen's dribbling is too smooth-it's making me hungry!" The commentator, Wang Tao, exclaimed into the mic. "Honestly, watching late-night games does make you crave food..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen faced Niemeyer, who moved in to block him.

Niemeyer was strong and aggressive-capable of playing center-back or defensive midfielder.

When Ronny missed, Niemeyer lunged instantly.

He blocked Ye Chen's shot...

But Ye Chen lightly flicked the ball through Niemeyer's legs.

It sped towards Mané, who rushed in!

"Boom!"

Without hesitation, Mané fired a shot!

Mijatović tried to block, limiting the angle.

But the shot was fast-goalkeeper Kraft dove to the right!

"Swish!"

Mané scored his first goal for Dortmund!

And Ye Chen, on the field for only two minutes, delivered a perfect assist...

This was why Ye Chen chose Dortmund.

When one player is marked, others can step up.

Now at 2-0, Hertha Berlin's resistance faded.

It was like starting a concert-once the music played, could they stop listening?