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

At 6:30 a.m. in Cologne, the sky was not yet fully bright.

A thin mist hung over the streets, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

A black Range Rover roared onto the highway leading to the Borussia Dortmund training ground in Blaker.

Sun Yang gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

Last night, in the 700,000 euro underwater recovery chamber on the first floor of the villa, coupled with the hundreds of sets of insane squats and anti-torsion training that Beckham forced him to do in his dream, his muscles exploded with extremely terrifying vitality after being rebuilt.

At this moment, his waist and abdomen were like a steel plate tempered by a raging fire, full of explosive power waiting to be released.

Before 7 a.m., the Range Rover executed a clean drift and came to a stop outside the base gate.

Old Hans, who had just come out of the guardhouse with a hot coffee in his hand, was so startled that he almost dropped the cup. Hans rubbed his eyes and stared wide-eyed at Sun Yang, who jumped out of the car, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Hey kid! Are you here to steal some turf?" Hans teased, stepping forward. "Even the base's cleaning staff are still snoring away in bed!"

"Good morning, Mr. Hans. I'm going to warm up first." Grandpa Sun Yangchong waved his hand, picked up his equipment bag from the trunk, and went straight into the training field through the side door.

The empty green field was still glistening with dew. Sun Yang stood alone in the center circle, lining up a dozen or so soccer balls, and began practicing long passes and long-range shots.

He was eager to experience the new feel of his feet after the surge in power. With each kick, the dull thud of the ball hitting the net echoed through the empty stadium.

Around 8 o'clock, the first-team players of Borussia Dortmund finally arrived one after another in their luxury cars.

When Haaland and Reus pushed open the locker room door and were about to change, they turned around and saw Sun Yang sweating profusely on the field through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass.

"This kid's always curled up." Haaland ruffled his messy blond hair, tossed his backpack onto the bench, and said, "Didn't he just land a two million euro shoe sponsorship deal? Instead of going to a bar to celebrate with some blonde German beauties, he's here doing intensive training first thing in the morning?"

Hummels, the older brother, shook his head with a smile as he changed his spikes.

"That's why this kid was able to break down the opponent's defense in just half a game. You think geniuses just fall from the sky? Erling, you need to learn from him. Stop thinking about just eating the passes he makes."

The teammates joked around as they quickly changed into their training clothes and left the locker room to join the warm-up team.

It was exactly 10:00 AM.

Favre blew the whistle on his chest, summoning everyone who had finished morning training to the base's tactical multimedia conference room.

The conference room door was tightly shut, not even a fly could get in. The atmosphere became extremely serious.

Favre, unlike his usual easygoing self, strode to the tactical blackboard with a stern face. He ripped off the curtain covering it and simultaneously turned on the projector next to it.

A long string of glaring red data appeared on the big screen, accompanied by a red and white team logo.

Berlin Union.

"Gentlemen, put away all the pride you gained from Cologne." Favre placed his hands on the podium, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like a hawk. "This weekend at the Westfalen Stadium, we will be welcoming a bunch of complete scoundrels."

The entire team fell silent. Everyone stared at the game replay playing on the screen.

In the video, Union Berlin defenders are seen making an extremely brutal tackle. Two tall defenders, one on the left and one on the right, tackled the opposing winger, ball and all, to the ground like lumberjacks chopping down a tree. Even more outrageous, the referee simply raised his hands to indicate that play should continue.

"Did you see that clearly?" Favre slammed his fist on the table.

"With 20 points in the league, they are currently ranked 11th. They are not under pressure to avoid relegation, nor are they burdened by the prospect of qualifying for European competition. This team doesn't talk about fancy passing combinations or ground penetration tactics."

"Their core competitive advantage lies in their formidable physical strength and aggressive mid-court interceptions!"

Assistant coach Terčić flipped through the thick tactics manual in his hand and immediately followed up with his own additions.

"This group's physical reserves are ridiculously high. Their head coach, Fisher, prefers to use a 5-4-1 super bus formation." Terčić quickly drew several distinct defensive zones on the tactics board. "The three center-backs firmly drop back to defend the penalty area. The two defensive midfielders with excellent interception abilities sweep back and forth at the edge of the penalty area."

"Their tactics completely cut off all routes of penetration through the middle. Bayern Munich's top striker, Lewandowski, was marked closely throughout the game against them, and even his chances to shoot were cut off. The media calls them the toughest and most indomitable team in the Bundesliga."

Playing against teams that park the bus and play an extremely physical style is the most grueling for offensive players.

Favre tapped the blackboard, drawing everyone's attention back.

"This means that our usual quick and agile short passing and penetration style will likely run straight into a wall of physical strength on Saturday. We won't be able to break through at all."

"Therefore, our tactical focus must be completely shifted in this match."

Favre held up three fingers.

"First, increase the running distance in the attacking third and increase the long passes and wide-ranging play on both wings to completely stretch their defense."

"Secondly, the midfielders must dare to take long-range shots! Use powerful shots to break down their huddled defense."

"Third, once you get a direct free kick in the attacking third, immediately look for scoring opportunities!"

As soon as this tactical arrangement was finalized, everyone's eyes in the entire conference room turned to Sun Yang, who was sitting in the corner.

Everyone knew perfectly well that the coach's three points were tailor-made for Sun Yang's arsenal.

Extremely precise long passes and wide-ranging play. Curved free kicks in the attacking third. And the powerful cannons that perfectly replicate the Bundesliga's iconic speed of 130 km/h.

With this Chinese kid on the field, Union Berlin's bus is definitely going to be blown to bits.

Just when everyone thought Favre was going to establish Sun Yang as the core player, the head coach's next sentence caused an uproar in the meeting room.

"Sun, for Saturday's game, you go to the bench and wait."

Haaland sprang up from his chair like a spring and shouted a protest at the podium.

"Boss! What kind of joke are you making?!"

Haaland was so anxious his eyes were red. He pointed at Sun Yang and roared, "Send him to the bench? Without him feeding me on the right wing, how am I supposed to break through that lumberjacks' ironclad defense? Their defenders are all as strong as oxen; without him feeding me, I can't even find the goalpost!"

Captain Reus, sitting in the front row, suddenly turned around, grabbed his tactical notebook, and slammed it onto the back of Haaland's head.

"Sit down, Erling! You Norwegian idiot who only knows how to eat biscuits! Let the boss finish what he has to say!"

Haaland rubbed his head in pain, reluctantly slumped back into his chair, muttering under his breath, "Who else but him could pass the ball to my mouth..."

Favre wasn't angry at Haaland's defiance. He stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Sun Yang in the corner.

"What are your thoughts, Sun? Do you have any objections?"

Sun Yang sat in the chair, casually spreading his hands, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

"I will follow the arrangements."

This straightforward answer surprised Favre for a moment. But he quickly recovered and gave an explanation with great seriousness.

"These Berliners were in top form in the first half. They'll be incredibly aggressive and reckless in their pursuit of the ball. Even though your leg injury has healed, you're extremely vulnerable to serious injury in such high-intensity physical battles."

Favre's tone was extremely authoritative: "Putting you on the bench isn't to suppress you, it's to protect you. Once you get through the first sixty minutes, these butchers' stamina will plummet, and their huddled bus will inevitably develop fatal gaps. That's the best time for you to step in and take over the game. Strike back later. Do you understand what I mean?"

Sun Yang nodded emphatically.

Of course he understood, and he understood it thoroughly. He was even secretly overjoyed.

The only way to synthesize the ultimate cheat, "Kanter's Perpetual Motion Lung," is to continuously create insane moments on the field to acquire fragments.

If you start a game and have to fight a group of fully-fledged, strong men, your stamina will definitely be a big problem.

Imagine the thrill of coming back at full strength in the second half when everyone's energy is completely depleted, using your superior stamina to overwhelm the opponent's defense.

A highlight reel moment will definitely earn you reward fragments from the system. It's practically a script tailor-made for racking up points.