Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

Number 33 off, number 21 on.

Zhang Kuang jogged slowly towards the sideline, raised his hands above his head, and applauded the Auxerre fans in the away stands. The hundreds of fans who had traveled with the team all stood up and sent their new hero off the field with applause and shouts.

"Zhang! Zhang! Zhang!"

The shouts echoed through the away section of the Allianz Riviera stadium; although there were only a few hundred people, they sounded like thousands.

Nice fans responded with a chorus of boos—not at the arrogant individual himself, but at the "culprit" who had caused their defense to crumble.

"Two games, five goals." Dugarry flipped through the stats in the broadcast booth. "Who was the last player in Ligue 1 to do that? Let me think... Benzema in 2007? No, Benzema had four in the first two games. Gignac in 2008? Also four. Going back further..."

"Papin?" Bart asked tentatively.

"Yes, Papin." Dugarry slammed his hand on the table. "Papin in 1990 scored six goals in his first two games. But that was twenty years ago, and Papin was already 27 years old then, at his peak. Zhang Kuang was only 18."

"Where do you think his potential lies?"

"I don't know," Dugarry admitted, "I really don't know. But I can say for sure that if he can maintain this form until the end of the season, his name will be on the target list of all the big clubs this summer."

"Do you think he'll leave after this half-season?" Butt asked.

Dugarry was quite surprised: "Do you really think that if Zhang can maintain this form, he won't be poached by a big club this summer? And that Auxerre can keep him?"

"Uh... okay, you're right... sigh, Ligue 1 can't retain players..."

"Dude, I know what you're thinking, but there's nothing we can do, that's Ligue 1!"

"..."

As Zhang Kuang walked off the field, Fernandez went up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Take a rest." The old coach's tone was calm, but his eyes couldn't hide his satisfaction. "We'll need you for the next game."

Zhang Kuang nodded, took the towel handed to him by the staff, and sat down on the bench.

The moment I closed my eyes, my consciousness swept across the system panel—

I scored two goals and gained two health points, bringing my total to 90. Unfortunately, I haven't gotten any assists yet. I wonder if I can win MVP this game.

I definitely need to save up my Qi and Blood Points now, to save them for upgrading my cultivation realm at the end of the season. If I don't get an upgrade card in this half-season, I'll add a lot of points later and then go to a top team, a team that can win the championship.

The game continues on the field.

The arrogant departure did not completely silence Auxerre's attack; instead, it gave Nice more room for imagination.

When Zhang Kuang was on the field, Nice's defense focused all their attention on him, with two or even three players double-teaming him. Although Nice occasionally got more one-on-one opportunities, they were never able to capitalize on them.

Now that Zhang Kuang has left the field, Nice has launched an attack, and their defense has become lax.

They thought Auxerre's attacking threat would disappear with their arrogant departure, so they began to press forward aggressively in an attempt to equalize.

In the 82nd minute, Nice's all-out push forward gave Auxerre a counter-attack opportunity.

Pedretti intercepted the ball in his own half, looked up and saw Yellen roaming near the center circle with only one defender by his side.

Long pass.

The ball flew forty meters and landed precisely in Yellen's running path. Yellen controlled the ball with his chest, and before it hit the ground, he flicked it with his right foot, sending the ball over the head of the covering defender, and then he accelerated into the penalty area.

Single-handed.

Lamé left his goal, and Yellen, without hesitation, fired a right-footed shot into the far corner.

The ball slipped from Lamé's fingertips and rolled into the bottom right corner of the goal.

3: 0.

Yellen paused for a moment, then opened her arms and rushed toward the corner flag area, her expression changing from stunned to ecstatic.

He finally scored.

Since Zhang Kuang joined the team, he has had more opportunities than ever before in training matches and official games, but he has never been able to convert them into goals. Today, this goal felt like a stone had been lifted from his heart.

"Yellen! Yellen scores!" Butt shouted from the broadcast box. "Auxerre's two strikers are both on fire! Zhang Kuang scores twice, and Yellen adds the finishing touch!"

Dugarry laughed, "Yellen should treat Zhang Kuang to dinner. After Zhang Kuang left the field, Nice's defense fell apart, which gave Yellen this one-on-one opportunity. If Zhang Kuang were still on the field, Nice would never have given Auxerre such a large counter-attack space."

"So, the very existence of arrogance is a tactical value?"

"It's not just about tactical value," Dugarry shook his head. "It's about strategic deterrence. A player who can single-handedly tear apart an entire defense forces the opponent to use two or three players to contain him. This creates space for other players. That's the role of a top striker."

The last few minutes of the game were uneventful.

After three minutes of added time, the referee blew the final whistle.

3: 0.

Auxerre secured a resounding away victory against Nice, marking their second consecutive three-goal win and a two-game winning streak to start the second half of the season.

Zhang Kuang stood up from the bench and high-fived his teammates in celebration. He glanced at the scoreboard and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, a Nice player ran over to exchange jerseys with Zhang Kuang. Zhang Kuang didn't recognize him; he was probably one of their youth academy players who hadn't played yet.

After changing their jerseys, the team went to thank the away fans. After they finished thanking them, a staff member ran over to tell Zhang Kuang that he had won the MVP award for the game.

Zhang Kuang was very happy. He had won MVP in two consecutive games and gained two more health points, bringing his total health points to 92.

At this moment, the female host from TF1 TV came over with a camera to interview Zhang Kuang. Looking at Zhang Kuang, who was shirtless after changing into his jersey, and whose muscles were comparable to those of a bodybuilding model, reporter Marina Durand's eyes lit up and she almost drooled.

"Ahem!" Zhang Kuang coughed lightly, reminding Marina Durand, whose eyes were gleaming with green light.

"Uh, Zhang, you scored two more goals today and won the MVP award. How does it feel? Anything you want to say?"

Zhang Yang said arrogantly, "Feeling good means I can establish myself in Ligue 1."

Marina: "So what do you think of the defenses in Ligue 1? Is it easy? I watched two games in a row, and neither of the two Ligue 1 teams could stop you."

Zhang Kuang: "They are all very strong. The reason they give you the illusion that they can't defend against me is because they are not familiar with me yet, and I haven't faced any real top-six teams yet."

Marina: "I just heard some comments saying that if you continue to perform like this, you might be transferred this June. Is that possible?"

Zhang laughed wildly: "Who knows? Maybe. But that's not what I'm thinking about right now. What I'm thinking about right now is to score in every game, try to win the Golden Boot, and try to win the championship."

Marina: "Wow, that's great fighting spirit and a great goal. You've already scored 5 goals, and there are still 17 rounds left in the league. How many more goals do you think you can score?"

Zhang Kuang: "Who knows? Maybe it's 17, maybe 20, maybe 30."

"Wow, okay, if you can score that many goals, you definitely will win the Golden Boot. Well, thank you for the interview, and we hope to interview you again next time."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Marina waved to the cameraman, who then wisely turned off the camera, took the microphone, and left with the equipment.

At that moment, Marina took out a business card from her purse.

"Zhang, those two shots were fantastic. Here's my business card. Let's grab a drink sometime."

Zhang laughed wildly: "Really? Your two balls are great too, let's arrange a time."

"How about tonight?"

"Okay, once you've made the arrangements, send me a message. My phone number is..."

Zhang Kuang gave Marina his backup phone number, and Marina smiled ambiguously, then made a phone call gesture and left.

Zhang Kuang chuckled. He had found a target for his sexual activity tonight, but unfortunately there was only one, so he could only collect three points. But it was better than nothing.