The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

The substitution sign was raised, and a light drizzle began to fall.

"Finally, Yuan Shen comes on as a substitute in the 63rd minute!"

"Real Madrid are currently leading by one goal, and it seems that Tuscany doesn't want to sit idly by. He's brought on his lucky charm in an attempt to change the situation!"

"That was absolutely a divine substitution!"

[Shut up, Xie Hai!]

Please provide the answer book!

"Hey, I'm supposed to be a top streamer, don't I have any prestige?"

"We have no choice but to consult the book of answers. Could Yuan Shen, coming off the bench, be expected to make a difference? Please advise!"

The time has come.

Yuan Meng and Pulisic high-fived as they stepped onto the field, braving the wind and rain.

Cristiano Ronaldo looked at the somewhat familiar number 51 on the opposite side and was immediately filled with fighting spirit. Today he was going to prove that no one could stop him!

Yuan Meng felt a burning gaze, wondering what Ronaldo was so passionate about.

His task today is to mark Marcelo closely and prevent Real Madrid from crossing the ball from the flanks.

"Yuan, go forward later, we need to tie the score quickly." Piszczek whispered to Yuan Meng with a serious expression.

"What about Cristiano Ronaldo?"

"Leave it to me."

Looking at Piszczek's resolute face, Yuan Meng smiled and said, "Okay, just shout if you need me to chase after you."

The idea was wonderful, but the reality was harsh.

Just five minutes later, the ball was back at Ronaldo's feet.

"Real Madrid launched a sudden attack; their defense was just a smokescreen, they really want to score another goal!"

"Piszczek rushed up to intercept."

"Cristiano Ronaldo uses a stepover to change direction!"

"A shot on goal!"

The ball slammed against the crossbar and floated into the air above the penalty area.

At least four people surrounded them, pulling at each other's clothes, making it impossible for anyone to jump comfortably.

"It's James Rodriguez! He's the one who touched the ball!"

Benzema pounces on the loose ball and shoots!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"A chaotic scramble ensued in the penalty area, and Real Madrid took a 2-0 lead."

【Thank you for the great milk!】

[The Book of Answers is also a collection of fragments.]

The time has come.

The time for defeat has come, and the Book of Answers is right again.

Tuchel felt immense pressure, fearing the loss of his increasingly thinning hair.

He quickly signaled for a substitution to allow the players to calm down.

Castro was substituted, and Rode came on to help with the defense.

Tuchel has given up hope. It would be better if they could pull one back, but if not, they can't afford a big defeat, as that would be too demoralizing, especially with three more league games to play.

Yuan Meng ran to Piszczek: "Brother, why don't you let me help with the defense? Don't be reckless..."

Piszczek gestured for Yuan Meng to be quiet.

"You're right ahead. That was an accident; I can definitely handle it!"

"Okay." Yuan Meng shrugged.

Several Real Madrid players have experienced a decline in physical fitness, and the team has officially entered a defensive posture.

Modric was substituted off and Kroos came on as a substitute.

Once Dortmund took the initiative, opportunities immediately arose.

Reus, who came off the bench, was full of energy and maneuvered in the middle, shaking off Kroos, who had just come on, to get into the offensive third.

"A beautiful through ball! Yuan Shen receives a pass from Reus and arrives at the edge of the penalty area!"

Is it that easy?

Yuan Meng was somewhat incredulous, wondering if Marcelo's stamina was insufficient, allowing him to slip in through the space between his ribs.

Aubameyang shoved Varane aside and raised his hand for the ball.

Yuan Meng glanced into the penalty area. The two center-backs were drawn to Aubameyang, while the furthest center-back was lured out of the penalty area by Dembele.

A route leading to the far corner appeared before us!

[Anthony curls a shot into the far corner!]

[Proficiency: 20→30 (Mastery)]

The ball sliced ​​through the rain, bypassed the center-back, and spun violently toward the far corner.

Goalkeeper Navas was shocked. The ball came so fast, and his vision was also obstructed by Vázquez. By the time he dived out, the ball had already rolled up into the net!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Yuan Shen's unparalleled accuracy blasts open Real Madrid's goal!"

"This was a sudden, unexpected attack; no one expected Yuan Shen to dare to kick so directly!"

"Real Madrid paid the price for their underestimation!"

There was no time to celebrate; Yuan Meng quickly shouted, "Brother Ao, get the ball back!"

Aubameyang rushed into the net, snatched the ball before the fallen Navas could get up, and quickly carried it to midfield.

"We're only down by one goal, there's still hope!" Yuan Meng waved her arms wildly to boost morale.

The rain was getting heavier, but my emotions were rising higher and higher.

The cheers from the away fans' section began to rise.

"Heja BVB!"

dong dong!

"Heja BVB!"

dong dong!

Accompanied by rhythmic cheers, the Dortmund players played with complete abandon, determined to teach their opponents a lesson even if they were losing, showing them that they were not to be trifled with!

Real Madrid fans were equally vocal, booing whenever Dortmund players got the ball, attempting to disrupt their possession.

"Ten minutes left in the game!"

Will Real Madrid defend their home ground at the Bernabéu, or will Dortmund snatch a draw to maintain their unbeaten Champions League record?

"Yuan Shen is dribbling the ball now!"

"A double attack!"

"That's the power of the game!"

Yuan Meng combined skillfully with the ball, shaking off Marcelo's pressure, and Varane was already in front of him.

Yuan Meng looked towards the middle and quickly passed the ball to avoid a mistake that could lead to a counterattack.

Reus controlled the ball with his right foot, turned halfway to avoid the challenge, and then passed the ball to the left wing.

Dembele passed the ball back without stopping it, and played a one-two with Reus.

The players coordinated well, keeping Real Madrid's midfield constantly on the go.

"The ball is passed back to Rode!"

"Holy crap, that was an unexpected long pass!"

Seeing the ball flying towards the right wing, Yuan Meng quickly sprinted forward and stopped the ball before Marcelo could reach it.

1v1!

[Anthony's Turnaround]

[Proficiency: 30→40 (Mastery)]

A whirlwind swept up, and Marcelo was splashed in the face by the rain, but he remained unmoved. He had only one thought in mind—this kid's shooting accuracy is unexpectedly good, I need to stop him from cutting inside!

Yuan Meng flicked the ball to the left and forced a cut inside. He had no other choice. Time was running out, and the success rate of a high ball was too low, so he might as well go all out!

Marcelo stayed close to Yuan Meng, using his body to support him, trying to disrupt his balance, but he didn't easily put his foot down.

Yuan Meng looked towards the penalty area, where Aubameyang and Reus were both tightly marked and unable to pass the ball.

He gritted his teeth and unleashed his ultimate move once again!

[Fainting-style dribbling]

[Proficiency: 10→20 (Mastery)]

Yuan Meng used her head to block Marcelo, constantly pushing her body into the penalty area.

Thanks to his perfect ball control, the muddy grass did not interfere with Yuan Meng's ball control, and the ball remained firmly at his feet.

"Yuan Shen has broken into the penalty area!"

"Marcelo is too strong, Yuan Shen is in trouble!"

"The court is slippery, Yuan Shen has fallen!"

Just as Yuan Meng lost her balance, Marcelo raised his hand to indicate that he had not committed a foul.

Yuan Meng felt a sudden relief from the pressure, and in a flash of inspiration, she kicked the ball out while tilting her body.

Low shot

[Proficiency: 0→10 (Mastery)]

[Fainting Shot]

[Proficiency: 40→60 (Minor Mastery)]

Yuan Meng crashed to the ground, splashing water everywhere. He didn't care about the mud all over his body; his eyes were fixed on the rolling ball.

The ball flew towards the near corner!

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Death has descended upon the Bernabéu!"

"In the 91st minute, Yuan Shen—a last-minute equalizer!"

"Look at the expressions on everyone else's faces; they didn't expect Yuan Shen to be able to keep shooting after falling!"

"The only one who reacted in the entire match was goalkeeper Navas."

"His fingertips grazed the ball, but the ball was slippery, and he couldn't change its trajectory."

"This heavy rain came just in time."

"Even the weather is on Yuan Shen's side!"

[The Emperor's Star is Killed!]

[Yuan Shen is awesome!]

[Luckily I didn't bet on Real Madrid; I had a feeling they might not win.]

As the referee blew the final whistle, Yuan Meng and the players rushed towards Tuchel, a group of them jumping and cheering wildly.

Tuher's eyes were brimming with excitement.

"You put on a fantastic comeback, and I'm very happy with the draw result. I'm proud of you!"