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

In the 15th minute, after making adjustments, Auxerre finally launched a decent attack.

Grihidin intercepted the ball in the backfield, but instead of passing it to Pedretti, he launched a long pass directly to Zhang Kuang in the attacking third.

The ball flew nearly forty meters through the air, landing near the midfield arc. Zhang Kuang, with his back to goal, blocked the ball and controlled it with his chest.

Two Grenoble defenders immediately closed in from behind and the side, but Zhang Kuang didn't give them a chance to get close. He flicked the ball with his left foot, took a step to the side, and then—

Pass the ball.

Instead of passing to Yellen, it was passed to Olic, who was making a run down the wing.

Olic received the ball on the right wing, and Grenoble's full-back immediately closed him down. Instead of forcing his way through, Olic passed the ball across to Zhang Kuang, who had dropped back to receive it in the center.

As Zhang Kuang received the ball, three defenders from Grenoble simultaneously surrounded him – one from the front, one from the side, and one from behind.

Four people.

Zhang Kuang glanced at them expressionlessly, then raised his right foot from a distance of nearly forty meters from the goal.

"At this distance—is he going to shoot?" Liu Jianhong's voice was full of doubt.

Not only Liu Jianhong, but also the Grenoble players on the field were caught off guard.

Their tactical setup was to "limit Zhang Kuang's long-range shots within 30 meters," with the area from the edge of the penalty area to 30 meters being their primary defensive zone. As for beyond 40 meters—they hadn't even considered it.

"Bang—!"

The sound of that shot silenced the entire stadium for a second.

"Shoot! Zhang from China can't wait any longer, he's going to turn the tide..."

The ball, like a cannonball, flew with almost no spin, hurtling straight toward the goal. Grenoble's goalkeeper made a save this time—but he was too late.

His hand was only halfway up when the ball flew into the net.

2: 1.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL——!!!" Bart's voice rang out again in the signal current of France 1.

Liu Jianhong's voice boomed in the studio, "Goal! Goal! Goal! A powerful long-range shot from nearly forty meters out! A world-class goal! An unstoppable world-class goal! No goalkeeper could save such a shot!"

"Forty meters!" Xu Yang's voice was also out of control. "This isn't a long-range shot, it's a missile! Zhang Kuang stepped up when the team was in its most difficult time! The value of this goal isn't just narrowing the score, but more importantly, stabilizing morale! That's exactly what Auxerre needs right now!"

There was no celebration despite the arrogance.

He picked the ball up from the net, hugged it to his chest, and turned to run towards the center circle.

"Siu" was not done.

The knee slide in the corner flag area was not performed.

He didn't even glance at the Grenoble players.

He placed the ball on the center circle tee spot, then spread his arms to his teammates, making a "press up" gesture.

"Stop celebrating!" he yelled at his teammates who were still running towards him. "We're still behind! Kick off!"

Grihidin had already opened his arms to hug him, but his shout stopped him in his tracks.

Pedretti ran over and patted him on the back: "Good shot."

Zhang Kuang did not respond, but simply nodded.

His gaze swept across the pitch and landed on Grenoble's head coach, Mohammed Bazdarevic.

The Boch man stood on the sidelines, his smugness gone, replaced by a complex expression—shock, vigilance, and a hint of fear.

A long-range shot from forty meters.

This was a defensive blind spot he never expected.

He deployed a five-man midfield to strangle Auxerre's central defense, and arranged for two or even three players to double-team and restrict Zhang Kuang's ability to receive the ball in dangerous areas. He even arranged special goalkeeper training, having the goalkeepers practice anticipating Zhang Kuang's long-range shots.

However, he did not set up a defense forty meters away.

Because at this distance, the number of players who have been able to score directly from this distance in the entire history of Ligue 1 can be counted on one hand.

And this Chinese man just did it.

"Keep going!" Bazdarevich yelled at his players. "Don't panic! Keep executing the tactics! Don't give him any space to shoot—no matter where he is!"

He felt somewhat powerless when he said those words.

Not even enough space to stand? Not even forty meters away?

Then he needs to send a few people to keep an eye on Zhang Kuang.

After the score was changed to 2-1, Auxerre's momentum clearly rebounded.

But Grenoble quickly made adjustments.

Bazdarevic shouted several times from the sidelines, and Grenoble's midfield formation changed – the five midfielders were positioned more tightly and their blocking of Auxerre's backfield passing lanes became more aggressive.

More importantly, they began to limit Auxerre's long passes from the back and their attacks down the flanks.

Grihidin intercepted the ball again in his own half and looked up to find Zhang Kuang—but this time, a Grenoble midfielder blocked the passing lane between Grihidin and Zhang Kuang, preventing him from making an easy long pass.

Grihidin hesitated for a moment before passing the ball to Olic on the wing.

But as soon as Olic received the ball, two Grenoble players swarmed him, one blocking his cutting inside and the other pressing him closely. Olic managed to protect the ball, but under pressure, he could only pass it back.

The ball goes back to the backfield, then back to the center circle, but it just never gets to the frontfield.

The twentieth minute, the twenty-fifth minute, the thirtieth minute.

Time ticked by, and although Auxerre pulled one back, Grenoble still controlled the rhythm of the game.

They didn't play like a bottom-ranked team.

Their running, tackling, and tactical execution far exceed the level expected of a relegation-threatened team.

"Grenoble's performance today was nothing like that of a bottom-ranked team in the league," Xu Yang analyzed in the studio. "Their tactical execution is too strong; every player knows what they are supposed to do. The five-man midfield strangulation tactic completely paralyzed Auxerre's central attack, and now even their long passes from the back and their advances down the flanks are restricted."

"Zhang Kuang can't get the ball again." Liu Jianhong's voice was filled with obvious anxiety. "From the moment we pulled one back until now, a full fifteen minutes have passed, and Zhang Kuang has only touched the ball twice. With that kind of touch frequency, no matter how good he is, he can't score."

The style of expression on Japanese social media has changed again.

"That Chinese guy was lucky; he managed to score a long-range shot."

"Can you call a shot from forty meters a fluke? That's skill."

"What skill level? It's just luck. You'd be lucky to score one out of a hundred shots like that."

"Whether it was a fluke or not, the score is now 2-1, with Auxerre still behind."

"Matsui-kun's performance today completely outshone that Chinese player. One assist, several key passes, and three tackles on the defensive end. That's a true all-around midfielder."

"Just wait and see, Grenoble will score again."

Thirty-sixth minute.

The nightmare of Auxerre has returned.

Grenoble's attack started from the right flank. After receiving the ball on the wing, Matsui Daisuke did not rush to cross, but instead cut inside laterally and brought the ball to the edge of the penalty area.

Auxerre's midfield defense suffered from a lack of concentration – Pedretti and Ndinga both rushed towards Matsui Daisuke with the ball, creating a vacuum at the edge of the penalty area.

Instead of taking credit for himself, Matsui Daisuke passed the ball to Lyuboa, who was unmarked on the left side of the penalty area.

After receiving the ball, Ljuboa did not shoot, but instead passed it across the goal again. The ball passed between the legs of the Auxerre defender and landed at Akrul's feet near the penalty spot.

Akr received the ball with his back to goal, leaned against Humbert, and passed it back to him.

Matsui Daisuke arrived quickly and met the ball with a shot.

The ball passed through the crowd and headed straight for the bottom left corner of the goal.

Sorin made a save attempt—but the ball was too fast and the angle too tricky, and he could only watch it go into the net.

3: 1.

"Goal again!" Liu Jianhong's voice carried a hint of despair. "In the 36th minute, Matsui Daisuke scores! Grenoble leads Auxerre 3-1!"

"This goal..." Xu Yang paused for two seconds, "Auxerre's midfield defense showed a serious lack of concentration. Pedretti and Ndinga rushed towards the ball carrier at the same time, leaving the edge of the penalty area completely open. Matsui Daisuke's positioning was very smart; no one was marking him when he made his forward run."

The party has begun on Japanese social media.

"Matsui scored! Did you see that? That's a Japanese national team player for you!"

"3-1! Grenoble is going to win!"

"Where did that Chinese guy go? He just made a long-range shot and disappeared?"

"Number one in Asia? Ha!"

"Matsui-kun is the best midfielder in Asia! No, he's the best player in Asia!"

"Calm down, the game isn't over yet. That Chinese guy is dangerous; he could take another long-range shot at any moment."

"He can take a second shot from 40 meters? Do you think he's a robot?"

The home fans at Storra Stadium went wild.

The chants, shouts, and applause of 20,000 people merged into a single wave that swept across the entire stadium. Grenoble's players hugged each other in celebration, the substitutes rushed onto the field, and head coach Bazdarevic waved his fist on the sidelines.

3:1.

Grenoble, currently bottom of the league, leads fourth-placed Auxerre by two goals.

This could be the biggest upset of this round of Ligue 1.

Zhang Kuang stood near the center circle, hands on his hips, watching Grenoble's players celebrate in the corner flag area.

His expression was no longer calm, but rather a suppressed anger.

This is forcing him. He opened the system panel in his mind and looked at the 225 points of Qi and Blood he had saved up over ten days. This was the reward for grinding needles every night for over ten days. He was still thinking of saving up until the end of the season.

Who would have thought that the team would falter after just a few games?

Damn it, you forced me to do this!

"System, add points! Add dribbling skills to my stats!"

Zhang Kuang became ruthless; since he couldn't rely on his teammates, he would have to rely on himself.