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

Sun Yang lifted the blanket and put his left leg on the ground.

a bit.

Two times.

He stood up.

There were no crutches, and no one to help.

There wasn't a trace of pain on his face.

He stood there in the center of the ward, his back ramrod straight, like a wild beast that had just crawled out of the mud.

I was in a sorry state.

I've been in pain.

But he just wouldn't back down.

Diana covered her mouth, tears still streaming down her face.

Sun Wu's eyes widened and his mouth remained open for a long time.

"That's it? Son, don't scare your dad like that."

Buck took a half step back, his composure finally crumbling.

"Impossible. The doctor clearly said you had a tibia fracture and it would take at least a year to recover."

The staff member next to him also froze on the spot, the folder crumpled from his grip.

Just minutes before, he thought this Asian teenager was likely to have to say goodbye to professional football.

Now, he's removed the cast himself and is standing more steadily than anyone else.

Who can stand this?

Sun Yang raised his left leg and gently stomped on the ground.

After the iron leg was fused, the left leg looked as if it had been reforged.

Bones, muscles, ligaments—every part obeys him.

Sun Yang looked up at Buck.

"Now, do you see it clearly?"

Buck's lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

People who have just been admitted to the hospital.

A person who has just had a cast put on.

The person who was just deemed too risky by Arsenal in the future.

Now stand in front of him.

This is no longer a recovery.

This is like rubbing a medical report into the ground.

Sun Yang walked to the bedside and picked up a copy of the termination agreement.

He tore the contract in half right in front of Buck.

stab.

The sound wasn't loud.

But in the hospital ward, it was even more piercing than the whistle on the sports field.

Buck looked as if he had just lost a North London derby.

Sun Yang threw the torn-up contract at his feet.

"Go back and tell Lant."

"His kick didn't cripple me."

"From now on, I will destroy all his pride."

Buck's throat bobbed, and he forced himself to speak.

"Sun, you're emotionally unstable right now. The club will conduct an internal evaluation of this matter later, so there's no need for you to speak so definitively."

Sun Yang just laughed.

"Internal assessment?"

"What are you assessing?"

"How can an assessment classify a malicious flying tackle as normal combat?"

"How do we assess how to expel the victim from the team?"

"Or should we assess how to continue protecting that so-called English prodigy?"

Buck's face turned even paler.

These words are so hurtful.

But he couldn't respond to any of their sentences.

Sun Yang took a step forward.

"And Arsenal."

"You don't want me today."

"You won't be able to afford me in the future."

"When I get back on the pitch, every time I see Arsenal, I'll beat them up."

Diana stared blankly at her son.

Sun Tzu stood there, unable to recover for a long time.

At that moment, they all realized that their child had truly changed.

Sun Yang used to be proud and stubborn.

But that was still the stubbornness of a young person.

Sun Yang now has fire in his eyes.

The fire wasn't for arguing.

They're going to burn all the way back to the Emirates Stadium.

Buck looked at him, and for the first time, a feeling of inexplicable regret welled up inside him.

Arsenal may have lost more than one player today due to injury.

Rather, it is an eastern sun that will eventually shine back on north London.

Sun Tzu was the first to come to his senses.

He rushed over in a few steps, squatted down, and reached out to touch Sun Yang's leg.

"Are you really okay? Don't try to tough it out. Yangyang, if you're in pain, just say so. Don't try to be a hero to your dad."

Sun Yang was both amused and exasperated.

"Dad, it's really okay."

Sun Wu, still not reassured, pinched along the shinbone again.

"Does it hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"And here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Sun Yang sighed.

"Dad, if something really happened to me, would I still be able to stand here with you for your orthopedic consultation?"

Sun Wu stared at his legs for a long time, muttering to himself.

"This is bizarre, truly bizarre."

"Could it be that our Sun family's 'boyhood kung fu' has miraculous bone-setting effects?"

Sun Yang almost lost his composure.

Dad, your thought process is truly amazing.

Diana finally realized what was happening.

She rushed over and hugged Sun Yang.

"My God, my son, you really scared your mother just now."

She had just thought her son's dream of playing football was over.

They even thought that this child's ability to walk normally would be affected in the future.

But now, Sun Yang is standing in front of her.

Complete and intact.

Like a dream I dare not wake up from.

Sun Yang patted his mother's back, speaking softly.

"Mom, I'm fine."

"It's really nothing."

Diana suddenly let go of him.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her expression turning serious.

"Yang, you can't stay in England any longer."

Sun Yang looked at her.

Sun Tzu also frowned.

"What do you mean by that?"

Diana took a deep breath and spoke quickly, but each word was clear.

"The fact that Arsenal treated you this way shows that they never truly considered you one of their own."

"I'm British, I know what these people are like. If you stay here, the media will be watching you, the youth academy will be talking about your injuries, and other clubs will be worried about the risks."

"Those local talents will only think of you as someone they can trample on at will."

She looked at Sun Yang, her tone very serious.

"You need to start over somewhere else. Leave this place and don't waste your time on their prejudices."

Sun Yang fell silent.

He knew his mother was right.

England's youth training system is brutal.

Especially for a mixed-race player like him, if he wants to stand out, he has to run several steps more than others.

Now that Arsenal has kicked him out, other English clubs may not be willing to take the risk of taking him on.

Even if he recovers, some people will still have doubts.

History of injuries or illnesses.

Physical confrontation.

Getting used to the changing room.

These words will all become dust on his resume.

Diana picked up her phone.

"Your uncle Henry is in Germany."

"He now works in car sales and knows some people at local clubs."

"I called him and asked him to help you find a trial opportunity."

Sun Tzu frowned.

"Germany? I don't know anyone there, and they play a very physical style of football. The defenders in the Bundesliga are all incredibly fierce."

Diana glared at him.

"Even if I'm tough, it's better than staying here and being bullied."

Sun Wu opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't retort.

He glanced at Sun Yang and muttered to himself.

"Germany is fine too."

"It's time for a change of scenery."

As he spoke, he looked at Sun Yang again.

"If they dare to attack you again, Dad will really buy a ticket and go there. I may not be good at much else, but I'm quite skilled at flipping tables and wielding sticks."

Sun Yang felt a warmth in his heart.

"Dad, you don't need to do anything this time."

"I'll settle the score on the field myself."

Sun Tzu looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

"Do you really want to keep playing football?"

Sun Yang nodded.

"think."

"I want it more than before."

Sun Tzu took a breath, as if he had finally accepted it.

"Okay, then keep kicking."

"But remember, the monkey show of our Sun family emphasizes that you have to do a somersault and land steadily."

"When you go to Germany this time, you have to stay calm and collected. No matter what others say, don't falter or panic."

Sun Yang nodded seriously.

"I will."