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

The Brakel training ground was quiet in the early hours of the morning.

Sun Yang woke up from the dream training ground before the alarm clock on his bedside table had even gone off.

He propped himself up on the bed and sat up, immediately feeling a soreness in his calf muscles.

This is not a hidden injury from a fracture, but the most authentic physical response after high-intensity combat.

After getting out of bed and doing a few sets of routine dynamic stretches, Sun Yang picked up his phone, not bothering to browse the forums filled with mockery and pessimism.

He opened the memo app and typed three lines.

First, you must turn around and observe the blind spot in your defense before receiving the ball.

Second, try to complete the action within the range of both feet touching the ball.

Third, don't just focus on creating opportunities for Haaland; once you break through the defensive line, you can also get your hands on the ball and fire.

He exited the memo app and tossed his phone back onto the bedside table.

There's another tough battle to fight this morning. In order to quell the recent criticisms from the German media regarding the new signings, the club has temporarily announced that a meeting to introduce the new winter transfer window signings will be held this morning.

At the same time, in another German city, Düsseldorf.

Zhou Qiming, a reporter for Sports Weekly stationed in Germany, was sitting at a small table in his rented room, staring at the German news on his computer screen, the cold coffee beside him long since lost its aroma.

The headlines in the news pop-up were extremely eye-catching:

"Borussia Dortmund gambles heavily on Arsenal's discarded talent; 19-year-old Chinese-born newcomer may be added to the weekend squad!"

Zhou Qiming's first reaction was not excitement.

It was an instinctive suspicion.

Having worked as a sports reporter for so many years, he has seen far too many so-called "European-based prodigies".

Take a few photos of the trial uniforms, buy a few press releases to hype it up back home, and then it's all over once the hype dies down. European professional football isn't a place where you can just tell stories with PowerPoint presentations.

What's more, this kid is a fringe player who was kicked out by a Premier League giant and just broke his leg.

He frowned and dialed the number of Mark, a journalist he knew from the German magazine Kicker:

"Hey buddy, have you heard anything about Dortmund's new Chinese-American kid named Sun?"

The background noise from a bar came through the phone, and Mark slurred:

"Right now, all the fans in Westphalia are cursing the club's management for being out of their minds. But I heard from inside sources that Favre actually kept him in the meeting room alone yesterday to watch tactical videos. You know, that's not the kind of treatment you get for a new commercial signing who gets in through connections."

Zhou Qiming perked up and immediately opened a domestic fan chat group after hanging up the phone.

As expected, the news caused an uproar back in China.

"Dortmund's first team? They're probably just there to be Reus's benchwarmer!"

"He's just of Chinese descent, why is he trying to ride this wave of popularity?"

"Don't rush to praise him when he hasn't even played a single Bundesliga match yet, or you'll make a fool of yourself later."

Looking at the screen full of sarcastic remarks, Zhou Qiming sighed deeply.

Chinese football fans have long been burned by bad experiences. The contradictory mentality of hoping someone will stand up for them while fearing being proven wrong is something only those who truly care about Chinese football can understand.

Therefore, many people would rather start by criticizing, because if they win the argument, it makes them seem knowledgeable about the game, and if they lose, they claim it's some kind of mystical or jinxed prediction.

He checked the timetable for the intercity express train to Dortmund and sent a message to the editorial department back home:

"I'm going to Dortmund's new signing press conference. If he's a flop, I'll personally criticize him; if he's a real gem, we have to get an exclusive!"

10:00 AM, Borussia Dortmund Football Club press conference room.

The cameras and microphones were already set up in the audience. For this impromptu meeting with the new recruits, all kinds of media swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

Zhou Qiming squeezed into the back row of the media group, his eyes fixed on the few people seated on the stage.

On the left is Emre Can, the serious-looking German national team player; in the middle is Erling Haaland, the defiant Norwegian maestro; and on the right is Sun Yang, the young Chinese-American caught in a media storm.

After the club's press officer routinely read out the transfer announcement, the Q&A session had barely begun when local German journalists couldn't wait to launch their attacks.

A reporter from Bild stood up abruptly, but he shrewdly posed a question to Haaland first:

"Erling, it's widely believed that Dortmund's signing of Sun was purely a commercial stunt to cater to the Asian market. As a key striker, what's your opinion of a teammate with no senior team experience?"

Haaland pulled the microphone closer, his brow furrowed, his Scandinavian accent revealing undisguised displeasure:

"Commercial hype? I've never seen a commercial signing train late into the night after regular practice. As a striker, I only like partners who can deliver the ball accurately to my feet. Sun just happens to be able to do that. If you want to find fault, you'd better wait until after the game this weekend."

These words immediately caused a stir among the audience.

The fact that this guy could get such a proud and arrogant Nordic prodigy to stand up for him shows that he has clearly won over his teammates with his footwork on the training field.

Immediately afterwards, a reporter from Ruhr News pointed the microphone at Sun Yang:

"Sun, Arsenal's medical report shows you just suffered a devastating fracture in your left leg. Do you really think your body can withstand the grueling physicality of the Bundesliga?"

Sun Yang appeared extremely calm in front of the camera.

The multilingual package provided by the system allowed him to easily understand the sharp edge hidden in the other person's words.

He leaned closer to the microphone, his voice not loud but exceptionally clear:

"Whether my body can handle high-intensity matches is something that Dortmund's medical team is clearly more professional than any gossip columnist in the newspapers. Besides, if the club was just trying to sell a few jerseys, Coach Favre wouldn't have bothered having me get hit by Hummels in the scrimmage. Football is played with the feet, not based on guesswork."

The swift and decisive counterattack silenced the entire audience of reporters for half a second.

Hearing this neither humble nor arrogant reply, Zhou Qiming, sitting in the back row, felt his heart skip a beat.

He took a deep breath, decisively raised his hand, and asked a question loudly in Chinese:

"Sun Yang! I'm a reporter from the Chinese sports weekly. Countless fans in China are watching you closely. Faced with immense expectations and controversy, what would you most like to say to them?"

Upon hearing this unfamiliar language, all the foreign journalists in the room turned to look at Zhou Qiming.

When Sun Yang heard his familiar mother tongue, his gaze finally softened.

He looked at the expectant fellow countryman, his tone sincere yet firm:

"Don't rush to praise me to the skies, and don't rush to condemn me to the mud. I haven't played a single minute in the Bundesliga yet. Let's wait until I actually step onto that pitch and let my performance speak for itself before you judge me."

That's genuine! There were no fancy empty promises or pretentious attempts to gain sympathy.

Zhou Qiming's hand holding the recorder trembled slightly. He pressed on with one last question: "If you had the chance to play in the league this weekend, what would you most like to prove to the world?"

The glaring incandescent lights in the press conference room shone on Sun Yang's young and handsome face.

He didn't look at the prepared public relations statement on the table, nor did he pay attention to the club's press officer frantically giving him meaningful glances.

He looked directly into the camera lens, his eyes sharp, and gave his answer in fluent English, word by word.

"This proves that the Arsenal management is completely blind."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Countless flashes went off wildly at that moment, almost illuminating the entire press conference hall.

This is not just a response to criticism; it's like slapping a loud slap into the face right before it even hits the Emirates Stadium in North London!

The press officer, pale-faced, quickly wiped the cold sweat from his brow and abruptly ended the press conference: "Dear media friends, this press conference is now concluded. Thank you all for coming!"

Watching Sun Yang's tall figure rise and leave, Zhou Qiming stood still and quickly typed the headline of today's article in his memo.

Arsenal's discarded player's revenge declaration: When I step onto the Bundesliga, I'll make all of Europe open their eyes!

He had a strong premonition that this Chinese genius, driven to the brink of despair, was about to unleash a storm that would sweep across all of Europe this winter.