Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

The ambulance arrived quickly.

The stretcher was carried onto the turf.

Medical staff secured Sun Yang's legs and carefully lifted him up.

The stadium lights were so bright they hurt your eyes.

Young faces flashed by in Sun Yang's line of sight.

Some people sympathize with her.

Some people are indifferent.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard people whispering.

"What a pity."

"It's already difficult for Asian players to get ahead, and now it's even worse."

"Won't Arsenal keep a youth team player with a broken leg?"

Finished?

Sun Yang closed his eyes.

The fire in my chest burned even brighter.

He was not reconciled.

I am extremely unwilling to accept this.

He hasn't made it into the first team yet.

They haven't played in the Premier League yet.

He hasn't heard fans chant his name at the Emirates Stadium yet.

It hasn't shut up those who look down on Asian players yet.

He didn't even let his father, Sun Wu, know that he could become the real Monkey King without performing monkey opera.

The ambulance doors closed.

The training ground outside was shut out of the car.

But another life came to mind for Sun Yang.

That was in a past life.

On the eve of the start of the 2026 USA-CMC World Cup.

He sat at his desk at a small company in China, working overtime to develop an app.

Its name is Football Hall of Fame.

I felt nauseous after drinking coffee.

My eyes were red from modifying the code.

With demands coming in one after another, the boss's optimistic statement, "Young people need to be ambitious," effectively kept him glued to his workstation.

Finally, he collapsed in front of the keyboard.

The line of code that hadn't been saved was still on the screen.

When he opened his eyes again, he had become Sun Yang, an English-Asian mixed-race teenager.

Born in 2000.

My father was Sun Wu, a Peking Opera artist in China.

Her mother was a British woman named Diana.

He was forced by his father to practice monkey shows from a young age, but he fell in love with football.

He thought that in this life, he could finally fulfill his dream of playing on the football field.

Unexpectedly, he still collapsed on the grass.

They were still trampled into the mud in the dirtiest way.

Sun Yang's eyes were burning.

No.

He can't just let it end like this.

On what grounds?

Why should someone like Lante be allowed to stay at Arsenal?

Why can Buck pretend he didn't see it?

Why is it that when an Asian player gets injured, all you get is a "what a pity" comment?

Sun Yang gritted his teeth.

"I don't agree."

"I refuse to accept this fate!"

Just then.

A sudden electronic voice echoed from the depths of my mind.

[A major turning point in the host's life has been detected, and the extreme emotional threshold has been reached.]

[Residual program from a past life activated.]

[The Football Hall of Fame system is now officially integrated.]

[Binding successful.]

Sun Yang was stunned.

Football Hall of Fame?

He knew that name all too well.

Isn't this the app he developed himself in his previous life?

Every interface, every player database, and every skill description was created by him working through the night.

The next moment, a transparent panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

[Host: Sun Yang]

Age: 19

[Current overall rating: 60, youth team substitute level]

[Detailed Attributes]

Speed: 68, mediocre

[Shots: 50, Amateur]

Passing: 70, acceptable

[Dribbling: 50, Amateur]

[Defense: 40, Eye-track defense]

[Stamina: 55. This level of stamina isn't enough to run the entire race.]

[Body: 50, will fly away upon impact]

[Vision: 70, the midfield commander still needs to work harder]

[Balance: 80, enhanced by Peking Opera training from a young age, excellent flexibility]

Sun Yang almost laughed out of anger when he saw this string of numbers.

Good guy.

I'm fairly well-known in the youth team.

The system's evaluation was so disheartening?

Amateur shooting skills.

Amateur dribbling skills.

Defense with your eyes.

The body flew through the air upon impact.

This panel is practically saying, "If you're bad, practice more."

However, his passing and vision are still passable.

His balance is maintained by training he received since childhood.

Sun Yang calmed down instead.

The fact that the system can display attributes means that it is not just an illusion.

[New player welcome pack has been distributed.]

[Enable?]

Sun Yang did not hesitate for a moment.

"Activate!"

"Start immediately!"

Fuck Arsenal.

Fuck Rant.

My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!

[New player gift pack successfully opened.]

[Reward 1: Physical Talent, Iron Legs.]

[Note: Heals all leg injuries and remodels bones. Reduces the risk of injury from any flagrant foul by 50% in the subsequent professional career.]

Sun Yang's heart skipped a beat.

How to heal a leg injury?

50% damage reduction?

This is not a life-saving skill.

This is his ticket to return to the court!

[Reward Two: Lifestyle-related, multilingual pack.]

[Note: Automatically fluent in multiple languages ​​including German, French, Spanish, and Italian, enabling barrier-free communication and completely eliminating the "mute" football problem.]

Sun Yang's breathing became rapid.

Football is not a game where one person just dribbles the ball around.

Especially in the midfield.

If you can't call out to others, can't give orders, and can't communicate with your teammates, you'll always be relegated to the sidelines.

This reward may seem like a lifestyle item, but it has great practical value.

[Reward 3: Exclusive, bug-level ball skills—hit exactly wherever you point.]

[Note: This is a special skill exclusive to the midfield engine.]

[When the host raises their left hand to point at the target and extends their right leg backward, the passing accuracy is locked at 99%.]

Ignore wind direction and distance.

Wherever you point, the ball flies there.

Sun Yang's breathing stopped.

What are midfielders most afraid of?

It's not that I don't know how to do fancy moves.

It's not that I can't dribble.

Instead, the last pass was half a meter off.

Half a meter short, and the single-edged sword would have been gone.

The counterattack would have been cut short if it had been just half a meter away.

A difference of half a meter would reduce a world-class organizer to an ordinary engineer.

But now, the system is telling him.

As long as he points to the target with his left hand, he completes the passing motion with his right leg.

The ball will definitely reach its destination.

What does this mean?

This means he can directly break through the opponent's entire defense in the midfield and backfield.

You can switch from the right wing to the weak side of the left wing with one kick.

It allows the striker to run around and the ball will be fed to his feet.

This wasn't a huge profit.

This is like putting a navigation system directly on the midfield engine.

[System notification: The host's passing attribute has been increased from 70 points to 99 points.]

[Current passing rating: Era-defining superstar level.]

Sun Yang's heart was pounding.

Pass the ball at point 99.

He went from being a substitute in the youth team to possessing the passing ability of a superstar of his time.

Other attributes remain poor.

But based on this alone, he is qualified to knock on the door of professional football again.

[Integration begins.]

next second.

A surge of scalding heat rushed to my left leg.

The broken bones seemed to be put back together by an unseen hand.

The sutures closed.

Muscles tighten.

The nerves were burned inch by inch by the flames.

pain.

It hurts even more than before.

Sun Yang's jaw was trembling, and he almost crushed the stretcher's handrail.

The medical staff were startled.

"His heart rate is rising!"

"Hold him down, don't let him move!"

Matthew ran to the door with the ambulance and shouted through the glass.

"Sun! Hang in there!"

Ade stood at the edge of the training field and threw a punch towards the ambulance.

"Bro, you'll get better!"

inside the car.

Sun Yang could no longer hear the sounds outside.

His consciousness was submerged by the system's light screen.

Last minute.

He only saw a line of text pop up on the panel.

[Iron Leg Fusion Complete.]

[Injury healing in progress.]

[The first phase of access to the Football Hall of Fame is about to begin.]

The next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted from a mixture of pain and ecstasy.