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

Favre threw down his pen and crossed his arms.

"If the attacking corps all misfires, and if I desperately need a pass that tears through the opponent's defense, I'll look to your bench first."

Sun Yang felt his heart skip a beat again.

Favre then poured cold water on the situation:

"Remember, I'm only giving you one chance! If you make a mistake or dribble aimlessly on your first touch after coming on, your teammates won't pass you the ball for the rest of the game. The game itself will abandon you."

Sun Yang suddenly stood up, his sharp edge fully revealed.

"Then I'll make sure my first touch of the ball pierces right through their defense!"

Favre gave this arrogant yet confident Eastern boy a deep look.

Anyone can make empty promises; let's see what we can do on the grass tomorrow.

He grabbed the documents and headed for the door. Just as he grasped the doorknob, Terzic's voice came from behind him again.

"Sun".

Sun Yang turned around.

Terzic tapped the tactics board:

"Stop focusing solely on showing off your footwork. Bundesliga center-backs love to exploit thin, technically gifted players like you. If you want to survive here, first learn to use your body to protect the ball!"

Sun Yang raised the folder in his hand and gave an OK sign: "Understood."

Sun Yang was delighted as he pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway.

Haaland, who is 1.94 meters tall, was leaning against the corner of the wall, chugging down a bottle of protein powder.

Sun Yang raised his chin: "Erlin, didn't the coach tell you to go lift weights?"

Harland wiped the white powder from the corner of his mouth and said with a straight face, "Dude, I've already been there, not a second less."

Sancho poked his black head out from around the corner and ruthlessly sabotaged the operation.

"Don't believe that idiot. He went to the weight room door, took a sip of water, and then slipped back. He's been going to great lengths to find out about you."

Haaland glared at Sancho: "Jadon, the most basic quality of a brother is to keep your mouth shut!"

Watching these two hottest talents from the first team clown around in front of him, Sun Yang's tense nerves, which had been taut in the conference room, finally relaxed.

Haaland strode over: "Tell me quickly, what exactly did the old man arrange?"

Sun Yang handed over the data sheet he was holding: "You might make the roster, but you definitely won't play in a winning game. If you can't break the deadlock, I might have to go up and deliver the decisive pass."

Haaland's blue eyes suddenly lit up.

"A deadly pass? Fuck, isn't this a tactic tailor-made for you and me?!"

Sancho leaned over to look at the report and whistled gloatingly.

"The stats are that bad? Bro, tell me honestly, how many times did you get completely dominated by Mats on the sidelines today?"

Sun Yang snatched back the folder and retaliated mercilessly: "Come on, you lost the ball to Akanji so many times during the scrimmage this afternoon that I can't even count on two hands."

Sancho confidently spread his hands: "Come on! I'm an explosive winger, you know that! Losing the ball is a necessary part of pursuing the art of football!"

Haaland nodded frantically beside him, adding insult to injury: "Yeah, when you got shoved out of bounds with the ball, the pose was definitely artistic."

Enraged, Sancho jumped up and kicked Haaland in the shin.

The three young men, arms around each other's shoulders, laughed, cursed, and shoved each other in the corridor as they returned to the locker room.

As soon as he entered the room, Sun Yang's phone vibrated in his pocket.

Upon unlocking the phone, I saw a text message from my father, Sun Wu.

"You brat, I heard from your mom you're going to be on the Bundesliga roster? Straighten your back! Once you're on the field, give it your all! We, the Sun family, are martial arts performers; we can't be background figures for foreigners!"

Following closely behind was news of her mother, Diana.

"Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. Be careful to protect yourself in your debut and play according to the coach's tactics. No matter what, we are proud of you."

Seeing these two messages filled with concern, Sun Yang felt a warmth in his heart and quickly typed a four-word reply.

"Wait for me to go on stage!"

Just as he put his phone back in his pocket, Sang Qiao suddenly leaned closer, holding the phone with a serious expression.

"Sun, I don't mean to spoil your good mood, but you'd better take a look at this."

Sun Yang frowned: "What kind of lousy work have we gotten this time?"

Sancho shoved the screen right in front of Sun Yang's face.

The leaked post on the Dortmund fan forum a few hours ago has now gone viral.

Not only are fans frantically building threads on the news, but even local German sports media openly reposted it.

The bold, black title is highly provocative.

Dortmund's most risky winter signing: Arsenal's discarded Sun Yang – a commercial gimmick to compromise with the market or a hidden talent?

The comment section below has become a playground for online mobs.

Some people are criticizing: "The higher-ups have gone mad for the Asian market! They actually signed an unknown water cooler manager?"

Some people mocked, "Zork has probably been misled by a shady agent."

Some people even dug up a screenshot of a news article about his serious injury while playing for Arsenal's youth team, and added an extremely jarring comment.

"A player with a fractured leg who just had his leg broken by a tackle, he probably wouldn't last thirty minutes in the Bundesliga, would he?"

Sun Yang stared intently at the words "shovel off the leg," his chest heaving violently, his fingers clenching involuntarily.

Haaland snatched the phone, read the message, and immediately swore.

"Fuck! What do these keyboard warriors know?!"

Sancho was no longer in the mood for jokes.

"Once the media gets involved, things will blow up. If you really make the list this weekend, dozens of cameras will be like mad dogs, looking for any flaws in you."

Haaland slapped Sun Yang's shoulder hard, with tremendous force.

"Ignore these trolls! You pass the ball, and I'll slam it into the net! Together, we'll slap these keyboard warriors in the face!"

Sun Yang remained silent.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the huge yellow and black Borussia Dortmund team emblem in the center of the locker room.

Its glaring yellow-black color resembled a raging flame.

The cold termination contract in the Arsenal hospital ward resurfaced in my mind.

The arrogant and domineering face of Lant after his flying tackle from the side and rear.

The arrogant and indifferent attitude of youth academy coach Buck when he handed over the pen.

The humiliations of the past surged into his mind like a tidal wave. He fought his way from London to the Ruhr region of Germany, despite the excruciating pain of his broken leg—not to beg for a word of charity or recognition from others!

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born.

Since you all treat me as a pawn to be discarded in marketing.

Then I will reclaim the dignity I have lost, in front of 80,000 people in Westphalia.

We'll take it all back, inch by inch!