At this moment, the screen had not turned off.
Ego's figure reappeared, and he spread his hands, "The five teams will play in a round-robin format within the building. The two teams with the most points will advance."
"As for the remaining three eliminated teams, there are still other possibilities."
"For example, the 'Top Scorer'."
"Even if a team is eliminated, the player with the highest goal score in that team can still advance."
"Individual scores, as well as team scores."
"The choices you face are not just positional chaos... but also the clash of personal selfishness between people. This is a battle to create soccer from scratch."
"Enjoy it... In two hours, the first match will begin."
"I look forward to your performance."
As the screen turned off, the voice echoed in the lounge.
No one spoke.
Ye Liangqiu looked at the others; without exception, some understood the reasoning, while others could not grasp its meaning.
But to put it plainly, it means scoring goals!
Kuyon, the squinty-eyed man, sat in his seat explaining Ego's meaning. He slowly raised his head, "So, everyone, have you decided what position you want to play?"
"We are a team now, and not everyone can touch the forward position."
"Someone has to make a sacrifice."
Speaking of this, his gaze fell on Ye Liangqiu. As the strongest person here, Kuyon's idea was undoubtedly to arrange the match around Ye Liangqiu to win.
"I have no objection." Even Raichi, the hot-tempered one, surprisingly said something in agreement after a long time.
After all, the suppressive power Ye Liangqiu displayed in the first game made everyone present understand that as long as this guy wasn't eliminated, he might really help everyone here enter the third round.
Ye Liangqiu smiled slightly; this was the effect he wanted.
The reason he shone so brightly in the previous round was not just to gain emotional value from the audience, but more importantly, to make this team fight with him as the center.
Great strength allows one to do as one pleases.
This is beyond doubt.
At this moment, Kuyon had also distributed the formation layout.
"To be honest, I don't really want to be a goalkeeper."
"But as long as we can win." Iemon, wearing his gloves, felt a bit speechless. He glanced around at everyone, "But if we can't even win the first match, then I... will also go on the field."
After all, the entire team consisted of forwards, and everyone had their own pride.
How could they be willing to be a mere goalkeeper?
As two hours passed...
Led by Ye Liangqiu, he seemed to be leading a group of miscellaneous soldiers onto the field.
And his gaze met that of the person walking towards him from the opposite side.
Both stopped at the same time, and the aura from their bodies seemed to have already begun the first round of confrontation.
Ye Liangqiu couldn't help but think to himself, "Ma Lang, the King of the Field, an extreme egoist player who only treats his teammates as supporting characters, but he possesses a virtue that many people do not."
"Self-discipline, neatness."
"Looks can truly be deceiving!"
At this time, both sides could clearly feel the unusual atmosphere upon entering.
Everyone's attention in the formation was on the two people at the very front.
Ma Lang looked at Ye Liangqiu with some disdain...
As for Ye Liangqiu, he stepped on the ball, a smile on his face.
The broadcast also began.
"During the first selection match, all foul judgments will be executed via VAR, including any inappropriate behavior between players. The above will result in a warning, and serious offenses will lead to direct disqualification."
"Next, the first match in Building Five is about to begin, 45-minute halves."
"X Team versus Z Team, begin!!"
With a whistle, the match began!!
At the same time, Ye Liangqiu directly passed the ball to Bachira...
Bachira, receiving the ball, immediately understood and a smile curled on his lips, "Enjoy the game. Now you are facing a Field Demon King who is getting into his stride."
"After all... not everyone can accept a provocation."
Instantly, everyone's gaze turned to the ball at Bachira's feet, and the opposing players rushed over, wanting to intercept the ball.
But facing Bachira's flexible movements and dribbling, they were like playful kittens.
However, at this moment, Bachira was stunned...
He saw the ball at his feet being intercepted, not by the opponent, but by... a teammate. Little Monk, with a grin, stepped on the ball. He seemed a bit embarrassed.
"If I'm not mistaken, only the person who scores can get points, right?"
"In other words, no matter the formation... or the strategy, in the end, only the one who scores the goal can be the hero!!"
With his laughter, he was about to dribble past a player.
A figure directly knocked him over.
Kunigami stared coldly at Little Monk, taking possession of the ball, "Then that means I should just fight fair and square by myself."
"What do you mean by this?" Raichi was furious, quickly moving forward, "Are none of you planning to score? That suits me just fine..."
Only Kuyon knew this wouldn't work and was reminding everyone to pay attention to their positions and movements.
However, the situation had already become chaotic.
Everyone was acting solely to score goals.
Even the opposing team was confused... What were these people thinking?
Teammates intercepting teammates' balls?
As several people fought for the ball, one figure remained unmoved. Ye Liangqiu's lips curled into a smile.
Now this is interesting...
Soccer from scratch. Although he was a transmigrator who knew a lot about the plot, only by personally experiencing this game would he understand that reality was not as imagined.
And as he said, the situation on the field changed dramatically.
"Get out of the way!!" Kunigami gritted his teeth, fighting for the ball with the others.
Yoichi Isagi glanced at the unmoved Ye Liangqiu, then at the people in the center of the field who were almost fighting, and fell silent for a moment...
"What is this?"
"Everyone is only thinking about themselves, only wanting to score goals themselves. This is completely different from the soccer he had learned before..."
It was then that he suddenly noticed Ye Liangqiu moving.
He charged into the crowd like a ferocious beast baring its fangs, splitting everyone apart in an instant. When he burst out again, the soccer ball was at his feet.
Ye Liangqiu's eyes seemed to reveal an intense killing intent; everyone standing in his way was an ant that could be crushed at any moment.
"All of you, get out of my way..."
"A bunch of ants."
He charged directly towards the goal, and several people marking him were bypassed by his extremely fast speed.
Ma Lang seemed to have known that this guy would come with the ball and was already waiting in place, his eyes showing an almost imperceptible excitement.
Ye Liangqiu also noticed him and showed a cruel smile.
"You are just like them."
"If they are ants, then you are just a slightly bigger bug!"