"Unbelievable!"
"Kai scores again!!"
"A thunderous volley from outside the box!!"
"What a monstrous strike! It's like watching Gerrard, Matthäus, or Batistuta!"
In the Chinese broadcast room,
Zhan Jun's face was glowing with excitement!
This goal was pure art — a volley from outside the box, combining power and precision. Everything about it — strength, coordination — flawless!
"Kai has now scored twice in this match!"
"In his Championship debut last round, he notched a hat trick of assists! And now, he's got a brace!"
"He can pass, he can shoot!"
"If this isn't an all-round midfield genius, who is?"
The Chinese livestream exploded.
Fans flooded the screen with comments. The hype was impossible to contain.
Meanwhile, at Elland Road,
The stadium felt like it was shaking. You could feel the roar from miles away!
The scoreboard now read 2-0.
Crystal Palace fans jumped onto their seats, waving their arms and screaming with everything they had:
"Kai!!"
Even away from home, Crystal Palace fans turned the stadium into their temple — a shrine to their young Eagle King.
He had just helped them rewrite the score again — against Bielsa's Leeds, no less!
Now they were two goals ahead at the legendary Elland Road.
"KAI!!!"
Manager Holloway screamed with passion on the sideline. The entire Palace bench rushed forward.
Eyes wide, hands on heads, the substitutes watched the replay over and over again.
What kind of goal was that?!
Comparable to the pinpoint free kick in the first half — maybe even better!
The subs were speechless — What kind of monster is playing with us?!
But Millen looked worried.
"Mate, we got this absolute super-genius for a measly €500,000. That should be something to celebrate. But why do I feel like… our good days are numbered?"
"Top English clubs — they're like wolves. There's no way we can keep a talent like Kai in a small club like ours."
Millen pointed toward the stands.
"I'll bet anything Arsenal has a scout in the audience. Wenger always had a knack for spotting prodigies."
"Wouldn't be surprised if Spurs, United, or even scouts from other leagues are here too…"
"It's only a matter of time before the offers roll in."
Holloway's face turned serious.
"A raise… we have to give him a raise."
"That's the only way to keep him, for now."
"Once this match ends… I'll have a talk with Kai and try to gauge what he's thinking."
He sighed deeply.
Happiness had come so suddenly — but now so had the stress.
Crystal Palace had just started soaring… but Holloway knew too well:
This was still a small club.
The finances were shaky. Holding onto a generational talent would be near impossible.
Watching that black-haired figure surrounded by celebrating teammates, Holloway's heart grew heavier.
"It might sound selfish… but I hope the scouts move slowly."
"We need his talent — desperately."
Sure enough — scattered across the stands, scouts were already scribbling in their notebooks.
They added a new line to their reports:
> "Exceptional long-range shooting. Incredible sense for goal."
When they looked at their reports as a whole… many inhaled sharply.
This isn't the report of some 16-year-old prodigy — this looks like the resume of a top-tier midfielder!
If you compared this to reports on current midfield stars across Europe, it wouldn't be far off.
Exaggeration? Maybe.
But these seasoned scouts exchanged glances, their eyes burning.
It had been years since the Championship had seen a super-talent like this. They had to move fast.
---
In the final moments of the match,
Leeds players were drained. In stoppage time, Kai strolled through the midfield and delivered another pinpoint assist.
Vaughn scored! 3-0!
The game was over!
Kai had two goals and one assist.
Vaughn also continued his streak — four goals in two games!
The two embraced, celebrating yet another victory.
Crystal Palace defeated Leeds United at Elland Road, taking all three points — and crushing Bielsa's squad.
---
After the match,
Leeds fans left the stadium looking crushed.
Palace fans, on the other hand, stayed behind and sang.
They were overwhelmed with joy, many brought to tears.
Chanting Kai's name, they gave heartfelt thanks to this miracle signing — their young Eagle King, who had led them out of the mud.
Two straight wins. Six full points.
Crystal Palace had escaped the relegation zone.
And in the process, they'd thrown the top of the league table into chaos!
---
As the players waved to fans,
Kai applauded the away section.
It was the first time he'd turned an away game into a home atmosphere. What a feeling.
Every cheer, every shout — they were fuel for him to keep going.
---
The media rushed the pitch, trying to interview him.
But Holloway blocked their path.
"Our player's just had a grueling match. He needs rest."
He led the reporters to the press room instead.
Inside, Ma Fanshu sighed in disappointment — she still hadn't gotten her interview.
"Next game… I'll definitely get a chance to talk to Kai!"
---
Back on the pitch,
Kai walked to the sideline and took off his jersey.
As promised, he handed it to Elena, one of the cheerleaders.
The girl was so overwhelmed, her mind went blank.
"Thank you so much!! I… I'll find a way to repay you!"
The cheerleaders surrounded Kai, chatting excitedly.
Teammates looked on enviously.
On the sidelines, under the night sky, Millen sighed:
"Look at our genius — so loved already."
---
Post-match, Bielsa faced the media. He was blunt.
"Our tactics were fine. We simply lost to a player I didn't get a chance to study beforehand."
"Kai is a genius midfielder. I never hold back praise — even for players not under my management."
"But as everyone knows — I'm especially good at coaching midfielders. If Kai played for Leeds, I dare say he could be the Championship's best player this season!"
---
Those words sparked outrage among Palace fans.
To them, this was Bielsa's not-so-subtle olive branch to Kai.
Bielsa's reputation as a legendary coach made fans nervous.
"Our super talent better not fall for this old man's sweet talk!"
"That old fart Bielsa is full of crap! He couldn't even handle Riquelme properly!"
"He's stubborn as hell. If Kai joins him, he might be turned into a boring holding midfielder!"
"Management! What are you doing?! Give our Eagle King a raise already! How else are we supposed to keep this star?!"
---
The fans went wild.
They stormed the club's website.
Some even called the front office directly to vent their frustration.
These days, many English clubs had publicly listed executive contact info.
That very night, Crystal Palace executives held an emergency meeting.
Under Holloway's firm insistence, they decided:
Kai's contract must be improved.
Better weekly wages. Higher release clause.
Even though the club's finances were a mess…
They'd sell the house if they had to — but they would not lose this rising star!