Lens Three: Believe in Brother Chun, Score Three - Victory Shoes!

What kind of sport is the most heartbreaking to watch?

Soccer!

What sport is even more heartbreaking?

Chinese soccer!

Sigh, the ancients were truly wise, they didn't deceive me~~~

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, fierce winds raged, and the sky poured down.

A bolt of purple lightning, with a speed faster than BT, tore through the sky and struck the sea.

About three seconds later, the sea surface within a radius of ten thousand miles rapidly bulged, with countless snake-like purple lightning bolts shuttling back and forth inside.

When the highest point of the bulging sea surface rose to an altitude of ten thousand meters, it stopped, and the entire world seemed to stop.

With a deafening "CRASH~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" that echoed globally, even the entire solar system trembled slightly.

"Those who believe in me shall receive eternal life~~~~~~~~~~~~" a majestic and manly voice simultaneously sounded in everyone's ears.

"We don't ask for eternal life, can we just score a goal?" all Chinese people simultaneously offered a devout prayer.

A giant, boundless palm appeared in the sky. It suddenly clenched into a fist, and its massive middle finger bravely shot out, pointing at the heavens. This was repeated three times.

On a certain day, month, and year, a devout believer unfurled an astonishing banner: "Believe in Chun Ge, score three!"—that day was a miracle, an absolute miracle. Chinese soccer, the men's team, won, they scored three goals.)

"Three goals! Three goals! Three goals! Victory Shoes did it, Victory Shoes did it! Don't give those Korean bastards any chance. The great Victory Shoes! He inherited the glorious tradition of believing in Chun Ge. Chun Ge, Zeng Ye, Feng Jie, their souls have possessed him at this moment! Victory Shoes alone represents the history and tradition of believing in Chun Ge and scoring three. At this moment, he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!" the impassioned and inflammatory commentary blared from the loudspeakers by the soccer field.

This was a soccer match between two universities, the Chinese Dragon team and the Smetda team.

Since their first encounter, the Smetda team had been undefeated for thirty-two consecutive matches. This time, with only one minute of stoppage time remaining, the Smetda team scored. It was 2-2. Could their undefeated streak extend to thirty-three games?

No, one person provided the answer.

Amidst the cheers of all the female fans and the envious gazes of all the male fans, including his own teammates.

He alone carried the ball from his own penalty area, dribbling past and knocking over eleven opposing defensive players—the referee was the eleventh.

Originally, only the opposing goalkeeper should have been left. At this moment, his teammates rushed towards him, their posture as if he were a defenseless little loli holding a hundred million US dollars and completely naked.

The ball went in, and he fell. He was tackled down by his own teammate—this was his third goal of the day, and the hardest he had been kicked by his own teammate.

He writhed in silent agony, clutching his right calf, curled up into a ball, trembling all over. At this moment, all the dominance and courage he displayed while dribbling was gone, like a newborn puppy whimpering and shivering in the cold wind.

He was tall, 185 centimeters.

He was strong, weighing 90 kilograms.

He was handsome; just look at the crazy female fans by the sidelines.

But he was cowardly, timid, and shy. It seemed his courage only manifested the moment he dribbled and scored.

He was the star scorer of the school's men's soccer team, a super idol for all the girls in the school, and a punching bag for all the boys.

He was truly outstanding, topping every class. Apart from his cowardice, timidity, and shyness, he was almost perfect. Perhaps it was his extraordinary presence on the field, or perhaps his performance evoked maternal instincts in the girls. Whatever the reason, he was the darling of all the girls in the school.

Because of him, not a single girl in the school was willing to give any other boy a second glance, and thus, tragedy was born.

If he were a little bully or a big hooligan, he could have become the leader of all the boys in the school. He had the capital for it too; his strength, speed, flexibility, and other attributes were astonishing.

Initially, the boys had many complaints and disliked him, but seeing his robust physique, they could only endure it silently. It wasn't until one boy, rejected by the girl he admired because of him, went mad and sought him out for trouble that everyone discovered he wouldn't fight back. No matter how the other person scolded or hit him, he would only curl up on the ground, cover his head, and tremble.

Gradually, more and more boys went to conduct experiments, and the results were consistently and uniformly conclusive.

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Enthusiastic Audience Wu [Bamboo]: "So pitiful~~~~~ Come, sister will give you a pat~~~ Good boy~~~~~~ Hmph, the director is too mean!"

Enthusiastic Audience Ji [Skye]: "Well hit! Damn it, if it were me, I'd beat him to death too! He's stealing all the spotlight, how are we supposed to get by?"

Director: "Ah~~ Deep love, heavy rain, misty fog~~~~~ How many pavilions are lost in the mist and rain~~~~~~~")

Cannon, the teammate who tackled him, pretended to inquire apologetically, "Hey~~~ You're quite the show-off today, aren't you? Look, look, tsk tsk tsk, all the girls are looking at you so fondly, while I'm about to get cursed to death. Heh heh, Sheng Nixie, meet me at the usual spot after school. Don't run off like last time, okay? Oh, right, Yu is also invited today, hahahaha~~~~~~~"

Sheng Nixie, which is Victory Shoes, was his real name, while Victory Shoes was a nickname given to him by fans based on a homophone.

The moment Sheng Nixie heard the word "Yu," a flicker of golden light seemed to flash in his dull eyes. After the golden light faded, Sheng Nixie suddenly fainted.

"Doctor, doctor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Come quickly~~~~~~~~~~ I'm so damned, Sheng Nixie, are you okay?" Cannon suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of worry.

At this moment, all the female fans by the side of the field crowded around, their eyes teary, sobbing uncontrollably. His teammates also came over, asking about his well-being, creating a lively scene.

Amidst the crying of the female fans and the "enthusiastic" help of his teammates, Sheng Nixie was sent to the hospital.

"Ah!" Sheng Nixie woke up. Perhaps he had a nightmare, as his body felt alternately hot and cold.

He looked around blankly. He seemed to be in a hospital room, with female fans sleeping by his bedside, looking after him. He managed a wry smile, feeling that his leg no longer hurt, nor did his head. He quietly got out of bed and, as stealthily as a cat, left the room, rushing towards the "usual spot."

"Yu, wait for me!"

Yu was a very quiet girl, not talkative, and not stunningly beautiful. She was very good to Sheng Nixie, very gentle. Apart from Sheng Nixie, she seemed to never interact with anyone else.

All of this was observed by those with ulterior motives.

The "usual spot" was actually a small abandoned warehouse in a small alley on Sheng Nixie's way home. It was here that Sheng Nixie had "exchanged feelings" with the boys from school many times.

Sheng Nixie ran all the way. As he neared his destination, he suddenly stopped, took a few deep breaths, and then gently pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the room was pitch black. Just as Sheng Nixie was about to speak, a blinding light shot directly into his eyes. Before he could even understand what was happening, he was knocked unconscious with a single blow.

"Hey~~~ Wake up, my dear Sheng Nixie, the show is about to begin." A bucket of ice water doused Sheng Nixie, waking him up.

The scene before him made Sheng Nixie gasp heavily twice—a man with golden hair, adorned with over a dozen nose rings, earrings, and eyebrow rings, sat in a recliner, holding a person in his arms. It was a woman, Yu.

Sheng Nixie's Adam's apple bobbed, but he ultimately lacked the courage to say anything.

The blond man let out a sinister laugh, "This bitch dared to reject me. It was her good fortune that I even fancied her. She actually likes a piece of trash like you. Heh heh, she feels really good to the touch. I knew she was a rough diamond." As he spoke, his hands roamed all over Yu's body, touching sensitive areas, even deliberately flicking and pulling them. His tongue, pierced with a ring, licked back and forth across Yu's face like a dog's.

Strangely, Yu not only didn't resist but flirtatiously responded to the blond man, her face displaying a mixture of pain and seductive charm, her flushed cheeks unnaturally so.

Yu's been drugged! This was Sheng Nixie's thought.

After a few minutes of this, the blond man saw that Sheng Nixie still had no reaction. He stopped what he was doing, stood up, walked in front of Sheng Nixie, and kicked him in the head, nearly knocking him out again.

"Jie jie jie~~~~~~~~~ You son of a bitch, you don't even dare to say a word. Ha, I suddenly have a great idea. I want to see if you'll have any reaction if I ravish this bitch right in front of you, haha~~~~~~~~~~~" With that, the blond man actually took off his pants. A foul stench flooded Sheng Nixie's forehead. The blond man triumphantly jiggled his manhood and said with a sinister laugh, "Much bigger than your little bird, huh? Haha!"

After speaking, he turned and walked towards Yu, who was still gasping and writhing on the ground. The blond man took out a bottle of something and vigorously smeared it on his manhood. As if injected with hormones, it instantly became incredibly erect, veins bulging, and emitting a red glow.

The blond man, with eyes shining, lunged at Yu. In a flash, he tore her clothes off completely. He let out a heavy gasp twice, gripped his erect member, and thrust it forward.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Crimson blood slowly flowed from where they joined. Yu let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" The blond man let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Haha, so good~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Golden light shot from Sheng Nixie's eyes, and then he fainted.

The next day, the morning sun mercifully shone into the "Old Place." Two men and one woman lay on the ground.

The woman was completely naked, her lower body stained crimson, a thin trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were wide open in anger, she was not breathing, and had no heartbeat.

A blond man, without pants, also had a pool of blood between his legs. His lower body was a bloody mess, his head had exploded, brains splattering everywhere. His expression was one of extreme terror, and green bile flowed from his mouth. His body was cold and stiff.

The other man, one hand gripping his hair and the other clutching his groin, writhed in agony on the ground. Golden light flashed within his eyes, and his groin pulsed with a faint silver light. Each flash, each pulse, increased his pain. Finally, his entire face contorted, and drool flowed uncontrollably from his mouth.

When the golden and silver lights simultaneously flashed and pulsed at an extremely high frequency for a thousand times, the man let out a heaven-shattering roar. He stomped on the blond man's corpse, then clasped the female corpse tightly with both hands, shot towards the sky, broke through the roof, and vanished into the dawn.

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