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The roar at Liaoning FC Stadium in the second half was even more ferocious than in the first half.

The 1-1 scoreline was like pouring a bucket of gasoline on an already heated home atmosphere.

The fans realized that this "rich team" was not to be trifled with, but that's precisely why they had to use an even louder voice to overwhelm the visiting team.

[System: Be aware, this is a planned war of attrition. They are testing your emotional threshold.]

53 minutes.

Liaoning FC intercepted the ball in midfield and launched a quick counter-attack.

The ball was passed to the left wing, and the opposing winger dribbled towards the area defended by Wu Shi.

Wu Shi stepped forward to block, but the opponent made an exaggerated spike and change of direction—

He didn't mean to think about him, but rather he deliberately took a big step on the ball and then used his whole body to crash into Wu Shi.

"Bang!"

Both players fell to the ground simultaneously. The referee blew his whistle, awarding Liaoning FC an attacking foul.

But the Liaoning football player lay on the ground and didn't get up, covering his face and rolling around in pain.

"He elbowed me! He elbowed me!" a Liaoning football player shouted, pointing at Wu Shi.

The home fans erupted in cheers: "Red card! Red card!"

The referee ran over, looked at Wu Shi, and then at the player rolling on the ground.

He bent down, signaling for the team doctor to come onto the field.

"Referee, I didn't touch him at all!" Wu Shi protested.

The referee didn't say anything, just stared at him for a few seconds, and then—pulled a yellow card out of his pocket.

Yellow card! To Wu Shi!

"Why?!" Sun Xiang rushed over.

"Elbow raised too high, dangerous move," the referee explained briefly, then turned and signaled for the match to continue.

The Liaoning football player on the ground was "barely" helped up by the team doctor, limped a few steps, and quickly resumed normal running.

As he passed by Wu Shi, he whispered, "Welcome to the adult world, kid."

Wu Shi felt his blood rush to his head.

He was wronged. Utterly wronged. The opposing team was acting, the referee was watching, everyone knew it, but the yellow card was already on his record.

[System Alert: Heart rate 156, anger level 85%. Warning: Emotional threshold.]

[Calm Analysis: The opposing team is using their home advantage to pressure the referee. This yellow card is both a warning and a trap—if you make any further moves, the next one could be a red card.]

Wu Shi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. But the fire in his chest was burning.

In the next ten minutes, Liaoning FC's tactics became even clearer:

All attacks were directed at Wu Shi's side, and all defenses were focused on increasing the intensity of the attacks on Wu Shi.

Pushing, pulling, bumping, pinching, verbal provocation—anything to provoke him will be used.

The powder keg was already filled with too much gunpowder.

In the 67th minute, the powder keg finally exploded.

Wu Shi contested for a header with the opposing defensive midfielder in midfield.

The two jumped at the same time, and the other person made a concealed elbow movement in the air, which hit Wu Shi's collarbone.

"Uh!" Wu Shi staggered when he landed.

The referee didn't call a foul—the move was in the air and difficult to see clearly.

Liaoning FC gained possession and launched a counter-attack. Wu Shi, enduring the pain, chased back and finally caught up with the player with the ball near the sideline. He stretched out his leg to intercept the ball—

The opponent suddenly stopped, and Wu Shi's foot brushed against the opponent's shin guards.

Despite the very light contact, the other person reacted as if hit by a truck, dramatically falling forward and rolling three times on the grass before coming to a stop.

The referee's whistle blew sharply. He ran over, his right hand reaching into his pocket again.

Wu Shi stood there, his mind blank. He knew the other person was acting, but he had indeed stuck out his foot and touched something—even though it wasn't enough to make someone fall.

Oh no, the referee is going to pull out another yellow card.

If he raises his hand, the two yellow cards will turn into a red card, and he will be sent off.

Wu Shi could no longer hold back and was ready to let loose; he had been holding back a lot of things he wanted to say.

He endured the entire game; if the outcome is still the same...

Damn it, he didn't want to care anymore, he wanted to just start ranting.

He even considered taking action, no longer considering the consequences.

Just then, Zheng Zhi rushed over.

Instead of rushing towards the referee, he walked directly to the Liaoning football player who had fallen to the ground.

Zheng Zhi bent down and reached out his hand—not to pull him, but to point to the camera on the sidelines:

"VAR (Video Assistant Referee) is watching. If you continue acting..."

After this buffer

The referee upheld his previous ruling and issued a stern warning to Wu Shi:

Watch your movements.

Then—they turned their attention to that Liaoning football player.

Yellow card! Diving!

The home fans erupted in deafening boos.

The referee ignored it and simply urged the Liaoning players to retreat.

Wu Shi's back was soaked with cold sweat.

[System: ...You were almost there. Zheng Zhi saved you.]

But you should also understand that on the football field, sometimes it's not just about technique, but also about intelligence and experience.

The match continued, but Wu Shi's mentality had completely collapsed.

The red card that almost landed loomed over him like a shadow.

He dared not make any moves, dared not engage in any confrontations, and once he received the ball, he only wanted to pass it out as quickly as possible.

In the 71st minute, he had a great opportunity on the edge of the penalty area, but lost possession due to hesitation.

In the 74th minute, during a simple one-two pass, he passed too far.

On the sidelines, Lippi glanced at his watch, then at Wu Shi's pale face, and nodded toward the substitutes' bench.

In the 77th minute, the fourth official held up a sign: Number 21 off, Number 29 on.

A huge chorus of boos erupted from the stands.

Gao Lin stood on the sidelines and patted Wu Shi hard on the back: "Go and rest, leave it to me."

Wu Shi walked toward the bench with his head down, surrounded by the boos and jeers of the home fans.

The teaching assistant handed him a towel and water, which he took, covered his face with the towel, and slumped into the chair.

Under the towel, my eyes stung, but more than that, I felt lingering fear—if Zheng Zhi hadn't rushed over...

He lost control of his emotions and even cursed at the referee.

The consequences...

Let's not talk about things further back.

The red card was inevitable. With the team down to ten men and losing away from home, how would the media criticize them? How would the fans react?

That's not the worst part; the worst part is the subsequent penalties.

【系统：任务「魔鬼客场试炼」当前进度：传球成功率73.1%（目标75%），创造得分机会2次（目标3次），成功防守对抗1次（目标2次）。任务失败。】

On the field, Gao Lin displayed a completely different aura as soon as he stepped onto the court.

He lacked Wu Shi's speed and agility, but possessed something Wu Shi lacked:

Experience, and the wisdom of a seasoned veteran honed through countless fierce battles.

In the 81st minute, Gao Lin received the ball on the left wing.

The right-back who provoked Wu Shi in the first half immediately closed in, trying to deal with him in the same way—physical collisions and dirty tricks.

Gao Lin did not dodge.

The moment the opponent charged at him, he took a half-step to the side, using his back and hips to steadily withstand the impact, while cleverly flicking the ball between the opponent's legs!

Crotch puncture!

The ball and the player have passed each other!

The home fans gasped in surprise.

The defender was beaten cleanly and almost fell when he turned around.

Gao Lin dribbled down the wing, suddenly stopped near the baseline, and pulled the ball back – the defender was caught off guard and lost his balance.

Then, instead of crossing, he suddenly started his run, charging in along the baseline!

"What is he going to do?!" the commentator exclaimed.

The Liaoning FC goalkeeper covered the near post, and the center-backs covered the gap.

At an almost zero-degree angle, Gao Lin used the outside of his right foot to poke a low, flat ball—

The ball slipped into the net through the only gap between the goalkeeper's feet and the goalpost!

2: 1!

Gao Lin did not celebrate wildly after scoring.

He turned around, first shrugged at the defender who had been nutmegged, then pointed to his temple, and finally pointed to the bench where Wu Shi was.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: I just demonstrated how to play football with your brain.