Lin Chen was like a gust of wind, advancing fast with the ball.

In the stands, all the spectators widened their eyes and let out bursts of amazed exclamations.

"Damn, could this player be possessed by Maradona and Ronaldo? That's impressive."

"If this guy makes it to the national team, not to mention breaking through Asia, even the World Cup could be possible!"

Lin Chen's dribbling was simply too cool. Facing two players blocking his path, he effortlessly performed a step-over and left the two players behind. Then, with a clever feint, he shook off another player.

The ball seemed to stick to his feet as Lin Chen breezed past six players in one go, taking the ball straight from midfield to near the penalty area.

At that moment, Xu Zaiyun charged at Lin Chen. He was a central defender, strong as a bull.

On this pitch, it was he and Li Minghao who dominated; how could he allow someone to steal their thunder?

"Kid, you're stopping here!" Xu Zaiyun, like a mighty bull, beautifully positioned himself in an attempt to knock Lin Chen aside.

Confident in his physical strength, Xu Zaiyun felt Lin Chen was like a little chick compared to him, without any comparison.

However, when he collided with Lin Chen, his expression suddenly changed. He felt as if he had hit an iron wall; Lin Chen was not affected at all, while Xu Zaiyun was bounced off and fell to the ground.

The next instant, Lin Chen lifted his right foot and shot from just outside the penalty area.

"Swoosh!"

The goalkeeper hadn't even managed to react before the ball found the net.

11:1, Capital City University finally scored their first point since the beginning of the match.

"Boom!"

The entire stand erupted in thunderous applause; Lin Chen's goal was simply too beautiful, as he tore through Seoul University's entire defense on his own.

"Hmm, perfect speed, first-class technique, impeccable physical confrontation—this is the player we from Barça want." The scout nodded repeatedly, and evidently, his attention had shifted from Li Minghao to Lin Chen.

At this moment, the agent's expression suddenly turned unsightly; he had invited the Barça scout for the two Korean players, yet on the field, it was the Chinese player who shone, completely overshadowing his own players.

Up in the stands, Jin Mingzhu, who had been ready to mock Lin Chen, suddenly turned as red as liver. How could that low-quality man be so strong?

However, seeing the score of 11-1 on the field, Jin Mingzhu finally calmed down. It was just a fluke that he scored, hmph, the real show was still to come.

She had considerable confidence in the two players with national reputations; the goal they conceded in her eyes was merely a minor mistake.

Surprise flashed in Zuo Siqi's eyes; she just realized how good her student really played soccer.

On the center circle, Li Minghao and Xu Zaiyun huddled together.

In Korean, Xu Zaiyun said, "Didn't expect this kid to be quite tough, we need to be careful now."

Li Mingzhu snorted coldly, "I was careless just now, rest assured, he won't have another chance."

Both of them stared at Lin Chen across the field, their eyes brimming with intense fighting spirit.

Kickoff from the center circle, Li Minghao received Xu Zaiyun's pass and charged straight towards Lin Chen.

His intent was very clear, to regain the face he had just lost.

A cold smile curled up the corner of Lin Chen's mouth as he stepped forward to intercept Li Minghao.

Seeing Lin Chen's move to challenge, Li Minghao let out a chilly laugh, flicked the ball, and dashed towards the other side.

Dribble past the player!

The agent in the stands once again started his excited commentary.

"This is Li Minghao's signature move, which showcases his outstanding speed and ball control. Just look at how perfectly timed the ball is..."

Watching the scene on the field, the agent once again closed his mouth.

The scout smiled coldly, "The perfectly timed ball got intercepted by the opponent."

Li Minghao had intended to dribble the ball past the defender, but to his surprise, while he got past, the ball was blocked by Lin Chen's outstretched foot.

"How is this possible!"

Watching the shadow sprinting towards his own half with the ball, Li Minghao was completely dumbfounded.

As Lin Chen faced the opponent's players trying to encircle and block him, the soccer ball at his feet seemed to merge with him. His flashy dribbling, his breath-taking, explosive force, and even the opponent's malicious tackle could not stop Lin Chen's advance.

Finally, Lin Chen faced Xu Zaiyun once again.

Having learned from last time, Xu Zaiyun wised up and held his position, his eyes fixed on the soccer ball at Lin Chen's feet.

If he could just hold on for a few seconds until the other defenders got back, they could completely surround Lin Chen.

However, good ideas often meet brutal reality.

Lin Chen's successive stepover feints left Xu Zaiyun dizzy and staggering until he fell over with a thud, face-planting into the ground.

The next instant, Lin Chen was already charging straight into the penalty area.

Xu Zaiyun lay on the ground, utterly confused.

"Damn, how could this be an amateur player? Not even Messi or Ronaldo could do better."

The goalie advanced, but Lin Chen effortlessly dribbled past him, ending up standing right on the goal line with the ball. He made a taunting gesture towards Xu Zaiyun and Li Minghao desperately trying to get back, then tapped the ball lightly. It rolled over the line, 11-2.

Boom!

This time, the stands erupted instantly, as the long-suppressed cheerleading squad of Capital City University came alive again with earth-shattering cheers.

Just moments before, the sight of their team being dominated had left every spectator holding their breath, especially when seeing the two national players from Korea fooling around with their own players, everyone felt deeply humiliated.

But as the second half just began, Lin Chen's sudden emergence completely reversed the situation. In less than five minutes, he scored two perfect goals, effectively slapping the faces of the two arrogant Korean national players.

"Go Lin Chen!"

"Lin Chen, score another one!"

"Lin Chen I love you!"

"Lin Chen, I want to be your woman!"

In the stands, many excited girls were screaming, instantly becoming Lin Chen's fans.

Young girls love nothing more than a hero who appears out of nowhere in times of danger and turns the tide, and Lin Chen today fit that bill exactly.

On the field, Li Minghao and Xu Zaiyun's faces were as red as liver, both of them completely furious.

Both were national players from Korea, yet they were being toyed with by a student from Capital City University on the pitch, which was particularly humiliating as there were scouts from Barcelona watching them from the stands.

Li Minghao placed the ball firmly on the center line, pointing at Lin Chen, "Kid, you've got guts. You've completely infuriated me. Now, you're going to feel my wrath."

Lin Chen beckoned with his finger, a look of utter indifference on his face, "Is that so? Haha, you feel slighted? Then come on, let me show you how to really play soccer."