Everyone looked at the monster, Ye Liangqiu… For a moment, the entire field seemed to fall silent.
However, his attention wasn't on the person he'd knocked down, but on the voices constantly ringing in his mind.
"Emotion value +100"
"Emotion value +666"
In just a brief instant, the emotion value surged.
And the bullet comments scrolled at a dizzying speed.
"WC, brilliant… absolutely brilliant."
"For that kick just now, I apologize for my previous rudeness…"
"Apologies accepted…"
A flurry of "apologies" flooded Ye Liangqiu's screen. Initially, when he took possession of the ball, these spectators had constantly complained about his showing off.
But after that kick… countless people were dumbfounded.
Ye Liangqiu's lips curled slightly, enjoying the pleasure of destroying others' futures.
It seemed the game was over; Bachira's fierce intensity from earlier had vanished without a trace. He scratched his head.
"Huh… I thought you were going to shoot at me."
"But… was that kick just now intentional?"
Bachira seemed to realize that Ye Liangqiu's kick wasn't random but had been pre-planned, purposefully eliminating that one person.
Ye Liangqiu responded, "You noticed?"
Bachira nodded.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, that kick might have been luck. After all, it's easy for a Volley Shot to hit the goal, but very difficult to accurately hit a person.
People move, goals don't.
In that instant, Ye Liangqiu could have chosen anyone on the field… Bachira was also the closest.
But he didn't choose to kick back.
Instead, he took a Volley Shot at the furthest person…
That's right… Yuuda Imamura was at least a dozen meters away from Ye Liangqiu, in his furthest direction, based on the previous distance.
Yet, Ye Liangqiu still chose him.
"Qiu, weren't you afraid of missing?" Bachira asked with a smile.
Ye Liangqiu's lips curved, "If I missed, I wouldn't be here anymore…"
"To become stronger, you must challenge your limits."
Bachira rolled his eyes at him, "Yes, yes, yes…"
If it were him, he would never gamble on a potentially failed shot with such an exaggerated technique.
But… Ye Liangqiu was different. He looked at the bullet comments, his understanding of the audience deepening…
What the audience wants to see is something exciting, that moment when adrenaline surges. If you don't even dare to gamble on luck… how can you please these difficult people?
Only by constantly improving himself and using his ability to shoot the most perfect ball… can he gain recognition.
At this moment, the eliminated Yuuda Imamura had just reacted. He clutched his bleeding nose, his gaze first falling on the ball on the ground, then on Ye Liangqiu.
"I… I've been eliminated?"
His pupils were dazed. It was only an instant, he opened and closed his eyes… and he was eliminated?
And his future football career was completely over?
Suddenly, he clenched his fists in anger, just about to question… a voice rang out.
"Aren't you going to get out?"
"Ball trash?" Ye Liangqiu walked over slowly, his tone very calm, seemingly without sympathy. "Are you going to question me, or question why this place can cut off your future?"
"Or perhaps, you still have some pride in your heart?"
"I…" Yuuda Imamura's rising anger was quickly extinguished. When his eyes met Ye Liangqiu's, he began to stutter.
But Ye Liangqiu continued, "You originally had a chance to stay. The moment I kicked the ball, there were five seconds left."
"And when you turned into a demon, there were three seconds left."
"Three seconds, for us forwards, is not long, but it's definitely not short."
"You had a complete opportunity to take a second shot within that three-second gap… Oh no… it was a shot at a person."
"However, you stood dazed in place, giving up resistance."
Ye Liangqiu's tone gradually turned cold, "What… if we were on the field, and I passed the ball to you, and there were three seconds left until the end of the game."
"And you took the ball and stood still, waiting for time to run out?"
Yuuda Imamura fell silent…
From beginning to end, he had only treated this ghost-catching game as a game, not a match…
What Ye Liangqiu said was not without reason.
In the remaining few seconds, the ball came to his feet, and his choice was to give up… If it were in a real match, he would probably be cursed to death by his teammates.
The others, listening to Ye Liangqiu's cold explanation, were instinctively stunned… If in that instant, the ball had been shot at them.
Perhaps… everyone's thoughts would have been largely the same, choosing to avoid, but lacking any desire to attack.
It's important to remember that everyone here is a forward.
If you don't even dare to kick the ball, what kind of football are you playing?
For a moment, the atmosphere grew even more oppressive.
Yuuda Imamura's eyes were red… he still couldn't help but cry. But before leaving, he took a deep look at Ye Liangqiu, perhaps thinking to himself that he really shouldn't have come here.
Just then, the screen lit up again.
Ego's annoying face, with his chilling gaze, stared at everyone. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke.
"Very well said… I heard it all."
His gaze seemed to directly meet Ye Liangqiu's through the screen. Clearly, this guy had been observing the situation here ever since the game ended.
He even waited for Ye Liangqiu to finish speaking before turning on the screen.
"Football is a selfish game; only the one who scores the goal receives the honor."
"Just like this game, the room you are in is exactly the same size as a football penalty area."
"Almost all goals are scored within this penalty area… A player's cooperation, their thoughts, and their desire to shoot are mostly perfectly demonstrated within this area. Even the so-called time is set based on data recorded from average players… And this game is not just about demonstrating 'selfishness'."
"It's also about… judgment."
"The person with the ball can be either a defender or an attacker… Everything depends on the ball-holder's ability to demonstrate the value of that ball."
"If you don't even dare to touch the ball, you don't deserve to be a forward."
At this moment, the people on the field recalled Ye Liangqiu's words from earlier, and finally clearly saw how they had avoided the ball…
Saying this, Ego paused, then continued, "And beyond that, Ye Liangqiu, I've seen all your actions, whether it was that Volley Shot in the last remaining seconds, or your constant possession of the ball."
"Exactly like the ultimate egoist I envisioned."
"This is the quality I want."
"Self-serving, selfish… only to display your most powerful attacking method, even if the cost is losing your future football career."
And at this moment, the bullet comments were scrolling wildly.
"No more talking, from now on I'm going all-in on Qiu's stock!!"
"This guy is the protagonist, the future world's number one forward!!"
"Bullshit, my little Bachira is the dark horse!"
Although the bullet comments were fiercely debating, Ye Liangqiu found it amusing, as it was a nice way to pass the boring time.