Elland Road Stadium!
40,000 fans gathered!
All eyes were locked on the figure with black hair—Kai!
In his mind, Kai crushed the "Guaranteed Free Kick Goal Card" with a thought.
A tingling sensation spread across the back of his head.
In an instant—
Countless shooting and passing lines appeared before his eyes.
They were all white...
Except for one—golden!
A golden trajectory!
It symbolized a 100% success rate.
This golden shooting path curved around the defensive wall outside the box…
Forming a beautiful arc aimed at the far top corner of the goal—
The "perfect ten" zone.
Such a choice was bold.
But it was also the only spot the Leeds United goalkeeper hadn't guarded.
After all, this was a 40-yard free kick!
Aiming for the top far corner from that distance?
Almost impossible!
"Kai is eyeing the goal, perhaps sizing up his teammates' positions."
"He's known for his technique, but Crystal Palace's players aren't that tall—they might struggle in aerial duels."
In the Chinese broadcast booth, commentator Zhan Jun was watching intently.
In the away stands, Crystal Palace fans stood up, fists clenched.
They began silently praying—
This was their only real chance of the first half.
All their hope was once again placed in their young "Eagle King"—Kai!
On the pitch!
All eyes were on him.
Kai began his run-up.
Players from both sides jostled in the box, ready to contest the ball.
Suddenly—
Kai's run-up motion stunned the crowd!
Quick baby steps forward, thigh swung, calf snapped back—
Instep locked tight!
**This was a shot—**not a pass!
"Kai strikes the ball!"
"WTF?! That's not a pass—that's a direct shot!!"
As the commentators shouted in disbelief—
Bang!
Kai struck!
Elland Road fell into instant silence.
40,000 fans held their breath, watching the ball rise off the turf.
Leeds coach Marcelo Bielsa's eyes widened in disbelief.
The ball traced a beautiful curve,
Swerving past the defensive wall—
Like a perfect "C" in the sky over Elland Road.
Then—
It suddenly dipped!
Whoosh!!
The net rippled violently!
The ball, full of spin,
Slammed into the goal's top corner—
The "perfect ten" zone from 40 yards out!
Leeds goalkeeper Kasper Schmeichel froze.
He had no chance to react.
He could only watch helplessly as the ball went in.
A moment of stunned silence—
Then—an explosion of roars from the away stand!
"GOALLLL!!!"
"WTF!!!"
"It's in!!!"
"Top corner! An unstoppable strike! My God—this is divine work!!"
Players in the box still preparing to jump were frozen in shock.
Leeds players looked around in panic—unsure what just happened.
Crystal Palace players were the first to react!
They ran over to Kai, cheering wildly!
In the stands, fans were screaming, hands on their heads—
The entire stadium erupted.
Kai's godlike free kick had ignited Elland Road!
"What?! The ball went in?!"
"That's Kai's first professional goal! So fast! And in such a spectacular way! Damn, he's only 16!"
"Is that Beckham? Or Mihajlović?!"
"That free kick bent over the wall and spun fiercely into the top corner—like a master's masterpiece!"
The commentators were rambling incoherently.
Online comments flooded in:
[Damn! That goal was beautiful!!]
[No wonder he beat up the U-20 coach—this guy's got real skill!]
[Wait, Kai has free-kick skills too?!]
[No one can say this was a fluke now!]
[Do you guys even realize who the Leeds keeper is? Kasper Schmeichel! Son of Denmark's legend Peter Schmeichel! And yet, he couldn't move against Kai's shot!]
In the Chinese livestream room, fans were going crazy.
Kai was nothing like what they'd imagined.
At first, they thought he was just some spoiled rich kid beating up the youth team coach.
But in less than two matches—
He left a deep impression.
If this isn't a genius, then who is?
Did the national team reject another talent again?!
On the field!
After scoring, Kai roared in excitement!
He spread his arms toward the stands—
Like a king surveying his kingdom.
He welcomed the deafening cheers of the fans.
And his name echoed through the air—
"Kai!!"
"Kai!!"
Crystal Palace fans shouted with all their might—
Turning Leeds' home stadium into a temple chanting Kai's name.
Teammates rushed over, swarming around him in celebration.
At the home of Championship powerhouse Leeds United—
Crystal Palace had taken the lead!
Before this, no one—neither fans nor players—dared to dream it.
But tonight, their 16-year-old Eagle King made it happen.
"He always surprises us!"
"I was just wishing for a free-kick specialist—and boom! Our own little Juninho appeared!"
"This is terrifying—an absolute genius!"
On the sidelines, manager Holloway was roaring uncontrollably.
He threw away his usual poise, pumping his fists in joy.
Not far away, Bielsa stood frozen for minutes—
Then quietly sat back down on the bench, speechless.
Kai's performance in the first half had shaken even this stubborn coaching legend.
"I didn't look into his resume before the match… He's from La Masia?"
"What? He was sold by Barça for just €500,000?"
"That's an absolute steal—Holloway must've gotten insanely lucky!"
Bielsa fumed, nose flaring.
"Kai is only 16… too young… but his potential is limitless! Even now, he's worth at least €5 million!"
Next to him, the Leeds assistant coach gave a bitter smile.
"Yes… and according to what you said earlier, Palace set his release clause at exactly €5 million."
Hearing that, Bielsa jolted in place.
€5 million!
Leeds' finances were far better than Palace's.
They could afford that easily!
"If he were under my coaching, he'd become the best midfielder in the world! He has all the tools to become elite!"
Bielsa took deep breaths, already brainstorming.
In the stands, the Chinese broadcast team was ecstatic.
This 16-year-old Chinese wonderkid was conquering the Championship!
His goal just now could even qualify for the Puskás Award.
There was too much material to write about!
Ma Fanshu's eyes sparkled with little stars:
"Kai is so handsome! I've got to find a way to date him!"
The staff from Football World next to her facepalmed.
"Didn't you just say you wanted to interview him?! Now you want to date him?!"
Ma Fanshu had just turned 17.
Her heart had only just begun to stir.
Kai was not only dazzling on the pitch—he was good-looking too.
It was impossible for a girl not to fall for him.
Elsewhere in the stands—
A few scouts quickly jotted down notes in their reports:
"Incredible vision, sharp passing."
"Excellent body type—perfect midfield prototype once bulked up."
"Exceptional free-kick technique."
"Carries himself like a maestro."
"Needs a bigger stage to prove himself."