But where is the line?

Zheng Yi thought hard for a long time and was marching with the ball. Suddenly the stadium in front of him turned around and the whole picture changed! What he saw was no longer a plan view in it, but a downward view of him leaving! The entire stadium was exposed in front of Zheng Yi!

“Up…God’s Perspective!?”

When Zheng Yi saw the scene in front of him, he gasped. He was originally in the stadium and saw the entire stadium in a blink of an eye! From God's perspective, this is the only word that Zheng Yi can think of now.

"My God! Is this the vision that a top-notch player has! This is too...that's!!!"

Zheng Yi was looking down at every corner of the stadium. Just as he was sighing in his heart about the stadium vision that top-notch players had, he saw a deadly pass route!

On the far end of the court on the right side of his body, the wing forward Yang Yihu was running forward at high speed! He avoided the Real Madrid U19 defensive players and the players returning to the defense, and penetrated directly into the vital points of Real Madrid like a sharp blade that was hiding gloss!

Seeing Yang Yihu's position, Zheng Yi could clearly feel his adrenal hormones gushing! He swung his legs with difficulty and pulled the ball diagonally towards Yang Yihu's traveling route!

The moment the ball was pulled out, everyone's expressions were frozen, changing frame by frame. Hengyuan, represented by Lu Lin, fought back from incredible, to angry, to surprise, and finally excited! His expression was twisted like crazy. Real Madrid u19 went from contempt, to surprise, to fear, and finally to anger.

Yang Yihu, who received the ball, cut into the penalty area from the wing, faced the Real Madrid goalkeeper and sent the ball into the net with a low shot! At this point, Hengyuan completed a shocking counterattack!

As the roar was around Zheng Yi, he was surrounded by his teammates, grabbed his arm and pulled his jersey to celebrate wildly. Zheng Yi himself was also waving his fists and shouting, but when he saw the next field, he stopped because Hengyuan, who had no him, lost the ball again, and the goal was Feihuas.

Looking back at the arena of his own and listening to his teammates' celebration, Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment...

...

"Zheng Yi! Sit down! Sit down! Zheng Yi!"

"What are you doing?"

After a violent shaking, the picture in front of Zheng Yi changed again, but this change made Zheng Yi feel a chill on his back.

Everything in front of me was no longer the starter who shouted excitedly, but seven or eight substitutes staring at him with cold and angry eyes. It seemed that with just a command, he could tear him to pieces.

Zheng Yi couldn't help but shudder, poked Han Demen beside him with his arm, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Han Demen also looked nervous and lowered his throat and said, "You are so embarrassed to ask! Do you know that we lost the ball just now?! Cheer!!"

"I? Cheers? I wasn't just..."

Zheng Yi was a little confused and thought to himself: Isn’t it necessary to celebrate the goal? He realized when he saw the score on the field 9-0. Hengyuan’s goal occurred in the system. In reality, Hengyuan lost the ball again, and the goal time was consistent with the void space. He stood up at this point in time and waved his arms and shouted...

"Haha...hehe..."

Zheng Yi smiled awkwardly at everyone. This laughter not only failed to eliminate hatred, but also made everyone's eyes even more sharp.

"Misunderstanding! It's really a misunderstanding! I...I..."

Zheng Yi spread his hands and said misunderstandings and misunderstandings. Zheng Yi really wanted to explain, but he found that he could not explain except for the word misunderstanding. He could not say: I just assisted someone in my dream and broke through the Real Madrid goal, and I am celebrating! When this mouth is about to open, Zheng Yi believes that he will be dismissed in minutes.

At this moment, the whistle at the end of the half-time sounded, promptly rescuing Zheng Yi, who was facing a crisis of being dismantled.

Zheng Yi also breathed a long sigh.

The extra attention on the bench was attracted by the players who left the court, and Han Demen took the opportunity to come up and chat with Zheng Yi.

"What happened just now, you?"

"What's going on?"

"Pretty it for me! That's it?"

Han Demen carefully gestured to celebrate.

"Oh oh~ you said this! Want to know?" Zheng Yi kept it a secret, and it seemed very mysterious.

"nonsense!"

Seeing that Han Demen was determined, Zheng Yi approached Han Demen and leaned his shoulder to his ear and said seriously: "I just assisted Yang Yihu in my dream and scored a goal from Real Madrid!"

"Puff~~~~~"

After hearing Han Demen's first reaction was to spray the water that he had not swallowed on Zheng Yi's face directly. At the same time, because he was inhaled a lot of water in the trachea, he choked and coughed violently.

Zheng Yi seemed to know that Han Demen would have such a reaction, and did not avoid it. After being sprayed, he didn't care about it. He naturally reached out to wipe off the water stains on the side of his forehead and cheeks.

What he said is indeed the truth, but many people will not believe this truth like Han Demen after hearing it.

Yes! Who would believe in the dream? Besides, it was a daydream!

However, Zheng Yi knew that scoring Real Madrid's goal was real, but the goal happened in the virtual space. And another game played in the virtual space at the same time also reflected the reality truthfully, because the way to lose the ninth goal in the two games was the same.

It was precisely because the two games were very real that Zheng Yi frowned. Since both games were real, why were there two completely different results? One was a complete defeat, and the other was a counterattack that could be organized and scored goals.

The difference between the two games is just because of the extra self? Or can you make a shocking reversal after you have a first-class vision?

After thinking for a long time, Zheng Yi suddenly came to an amazing conclusion: "Is this the way he is going to take on the Green Field? Be a stadium director? Can you perform a good show of defeating the strong with the weak by just one person?"

Zheng Yi looked at the stadium blankly...

...

After fifteen minutes of rest, the players on both sides returned to the field.

Perhaps because they had already scored too many goals in the first half, Real Madrid youth team restrained after the start of the second half, but even so, they still scored four goals in the next game, and the final score was frozen at 13:0.

Fevas, who scored the first record for the team, completed the big four in the game. The team's midfield core Casemiro scored twice, and also assisted four goals to shine throughout the game. Even central defender Marcos scored twice...

Hengyuan's substitutes didn't score a goal, and they swallowed thirteen bullets!

The score of 13 to 0 is indeed shocking, leaving every Chinese present, including coaches, players, reporters and staff members, faces blank.

Although I knew the difference between the two sides before the game, I didn’t expect to lose so badly. You should know that Hengyuan’s substitutes have also experienced the baptism of professional football. They have no advantage in facing the European youth echelon. This is a complete failure!

It has nothing to do with the time difference, the turf, the weather, the sneakers, or the status.

And this is when the opponent has obviously stopped in the second half. If the opponent lets go, I am afraid the score will have to double.

Peng Guowei stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, his face turned pale and ugly. Every player who left the court dared not look at him directly...

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I am very happy to receive the first real recommendation ticket! Because the chapters must be controlled at 2,000 words, the plot will be a bit awkward in the chapters, and I will be more burdensome!
Chapter completed!