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

Chapter 92 None of them are human (10,000 words per day)

In the 28th round of the Premier League, Leicester City will face Arsenal away from home.

Ranieri stroked his chin.

"What do you think of Shakespeare?"

"I think they're acting."

How do you know?

"It's been thirty minutes, and I've masturbated five times."

"So what adjustment plan do you have?"

"Give the ball to Yuan."

Good idea!

That's just nonsense.

Finding Yuan Meng has become Leicester City's ultimate weapon, and Ranieri doesn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

The Premier League is very fast-paced and injuries are common; he's really afraid of ruining Yuan Meng's potential.

Ranieri came to the sidelines and pointed to the right side of the field.

He's too lazy to shout anymore. People get tired easily as they get older, and the players all know that anyway.

Since Ndidi returned to the starting lineup, he has learned the ways of the world.

Besides defense, accurately passing the ball to Yuan Meng's feet is Leicester City's top priority.

He secretly practiced long passes extra, all for today!

"Watch this!" Endidi swung his leg out with a thud.

The ball crossed the midfield and reached the right wing, precisely striking Yuan Meng in the head.

The ball bounced out of bounds.

Yuan Meng turned around and saw an unusually fierce look in her eyes.

Which scoundrel plotted against me?!

This match was already tiring; Wenger's Arsenal is really tough to play against, and my teammates were also targeting me.

Are you still going to kick it or not?

Ndidi pretended nothing had happened and prepared to defend the throw-in.

Leicester City's mistake boosted Arsenal's momentum.

The ball came to Xhaka's feet; his passing is top-notch.

boom!

A precise, low through ball was delivered, its trajectory leading directly to Sanchez's feet.

This striker, who was bought from Barcelona for over 4000 million euros, is Arsenal's main winger.

Today, he played as a winger/attacking midfielder, which gave him a lot of tactical flexibility.

He controlled the ball with his right foot and then passed it across with his left!

His left foot is his weaker foot, but he is very confident!

Snapped!

The ball struck Özil precisely in the face.

Wenger rubbed his throbbing temples; he could clearly sense that Leicester City was in very poor form.

But isn't Arsenal the same?

With international matches, the FA Cup, league games, and European competitions coming one after another, players barely have any time to rest.

Özil was hit in the side of the face, so he simply lay down on the grass to rest for a while.

I'm tired. Let the world end.

Professor Wenger roared at the top of his lungs.

"Traction! Defense!"

"Leicester City launched a counter-attack!"

This head coach, known for his calmness and rationality, has been pushed to his limit and is no longer concerned about his image.

Leicester City's counterattack has begun.

Drinkwater was severely restricted in this game and had no opportunities for comfortable long passes.

Huth had no choice but to pass the ball to Simpson.

Simpson made a decisive pass.

"Yuan Shen, start!" Xie An cheered enthusiastically, eager to see a complete attack.

Yuan Meng lived up to expectations, spiking the ball and accelerating in the opposite direction to get past wing-back Gibbs.

Arsenal's 3-4-3 formation today is very similar to the three-center-back formation that Tuchel used before, so Yuan Meng knows the key to this game.

The key is to utilize width to stretch Arsenal's formation, and then rely on teammates to make forward runs to create opportunities.

"Thrust forward, into the ribs!" Yuan Meng shouted at Simpson.

In the past, Drinkwater would always provide support, but today he can only rely on Simpson.

Sanchez redeemed himself by blocking Simpson's path.

Yuan Meng had no choice but to signal Okazaki Shinji to step back and receive the ball.

The pressure from all sides came quickly, and Yuan Meng quickly passed the ball out.

Snapped!

Yuan Meng made a short pass, and Okazaki Shinji miscontrolled the ball, which ended up at Monreal's feet.

The Arsenal full-back was grinning from ear to ear. What a stroke of luck!

He launched a long pass before Leicester City could get back into position!

The ball landed steadily at Ndidi's feet.

Ranieri nodded and spoke to his teaching assistant.

"What do you think of Shakespeare?"

"The opposing team also had players on the field. With no interference, they made a long pass and directly returned possession of the ball to us."

Ndidi tried to create an attack on the left flank this time, passing the ball to Mahrez.

Mahrez was getting increasingly frustrated by wing-back Bellerin's constant harassment, so he called over Fox to play a one-two.

His thinking was very simple.

If you can't beat them, call for backup!

A simple combination gave Mahrez space, and he decisively crossed with his left foot.

The ball's trajectory was beautiful; it seemed to be flying towards the open space on the right side of the arc.

Yuan Meng was excited; he could catch that ball!

[Ghost Movement]

[Proficiency: 0→10 (Mastery)]

His figure began to move swiftly, each movement precise and elegant.

In the blink of an eye, he had passed through the encirclement of Gibbs and Monreal and stopped on the right side of the arc.

Center-back Koscielny, as if waking from a dream, quickly pressed forward, attempting to use physical confrontation to disrupt Yuan Meng's shot.

Yuan Meng executed an Anthony spin pass and received a pass with the outside of his foot.

"So cool! So cool!"

"This is the Dance of the God Yuan!"

"With a topspin and outside-of-the-foot strike, even the dashing guy can only come in second!"

"Vardy has found an open space!"

"Push the ball out of bounds?"

Yuan Meng collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Damn it, none of them are human!

I only prepared two buckets of popcorn, which is definitely not enough!

This is so good with rice, I ate three bowls!

[Is this the Premier League? It doesn't even compare to the amateur football games in my neighborhood downstairs.]

Does your neighborhood have a soccer field?

[Rich guy, add me on WeChat for 50!]

The two sides shook hands and drew in the first half, but the real show was just beginning.

After a fifteen-minute rest, it's basically the same as not resting at all.

For football players, this short break is just a chance to catch their breath.

Many players were running out of energy, and it was only the 60th minute.

"Here he comes! Yuan Shen has reached the top of the arc again!"

"This is Yuan Shen Corridor!"

"Cutting shot!"

"Hiss~"

The ball struck Koscielny in the groin, sending a phantom pain through everyone.

Yuan Meng covered her head with her hands and quickly went to comfort Koscielny.

Men's pain is something only those who understand it truly understand.

The game was forced to stop, and the referee went over to greet them.

Koscielny took a while to recover and finally indicated that he could continue the game.

"Yuan Shen is too ruthless. Is he trying to kill off his lineage?"

[Given Yuan Shen's accuracy, this is highly questionable.]

The game continued, and Yuan Meng acted as if nothing had happened, saying that everyone makes mistakes.

Just five minutes later————

Snapped!

Gibbs delivered a powerful cross.

Arsenal striker Walcott headed the ball in and calmly laid it off to Özil.

Özil draws his bow and unleashes a powerful shot without stopping the ball!

Schmeichel dove to the side and blocked the ball with one hand.

So handsome!

But it didn't work.

The ball bounces to Sanchez's feet, a golden opportunity for Arsenal!

Sanchez decided to push the ball into the far corner.

With that push, the far corner turned into a narrow corner, and the ball slid off the edge of the goalpost.

"Haha, is this a player from the BIG6?"

"The electronics factory downstairs from my house is hiring!"

Today I'm finally convinced that there's no corruption in the Premier League.

How so?

This kind of dramatic effect can't be faked.

Wenger has given up; his heart is dead, and there's no way to win him back.

"Get down, all of you! Get down! Bring in the substitutes!"

Sanchez and Gibbs were substituted, while Welbeck and Giroud came on.

"What kind of formation is this? What is Wenger trying to do?"

"Two forwards were substituted in, and a 3-3-4 formation was deployed?"

Ranieri was not to be outdone, substituting Mahrez for a rest and bringing on a defender.

"Has Ranieri gone mad too?"

"A 5-3-2 defensive strategy?"

"Why did Yuan Shen give up when he was still on the field?"

Yuan Meng was also very dissatisfied. Arsenal's defense was strong to begin with, but their forwards kept missing the target, which is why they were only able to maintain a draw.

If Mahrez is substituted at this point, who will draw the defense away from him?

As expected, Yuan Meng was completely neutralized.

[Hey, get out of here!]

Why are they so desperately defending their position? They've already secured their place in the league!

[Conservative! Too conservative!]

[Oh dear, I trusted the wrong person!]