Life's Great Joys and Sorrows Arrive Too Quickly (Seeking Collection, Seeking Recommendation)

A thunderous boom echoed.

The football slammed into the junction of the goalpost and the crossbar like a cannonball, rebounding back into play.

The entire stadium let out a sigh of extreme regret.

The Barca defensive line was broken out in a cold sweat.

Pique spotted the incoming ball, and without time to adjust his defensive position, he executed a bicycle kick, smashing the ball away.

Clear it first!

Pique's clearance was surprisingly beautiful; it sailed over the Valencia players rushing through the middle and landed directly on the left flank where Li Mingyu was positioned.

Holy crap!

This stroke of luck came too suddenly!

Just a moment ago, it felt like they were about to concede.

In the blink of an eye, the ball was right in front of him.

Li Mingyu hooked the ball with his foot, turned rapidly, and launched a long ball toward the opponent's half.

However, at this moment, only the goalkeeper stood at the edge of the six-yard box in the opposing half.

Who was Li Mingyu passing to?

Was it a mistake?

A figure suddenly appeared in the frame.

It was Li Mingyu, sprinting at high speed toward the ball.

Only then did everyone realize what had happened.

What passing error?

He was passing to himself five seconds into the future!

Alright, stop watching, you can't learn this!

Since Li Mingyu's kick wasn't aimed at the center, the goalkeeper didn't dare to rush out recklessly; instead, he stood in the six-yard box, nervously watching Li Mingyu on the flank.

The Valencia players hadn't yet recovered from the shock of hitting the post when Li Mingyu launched a sudden counterattack.

The defenders began to scramble back in a frenzy.

Li Mingyu was on the flank, the defenders were in the middle; the straight line is the shortest distance between two points.

Logically, the defenders should have been able to return to their defensive positions faster than Li Mingyu.

But Li Mingyu's speed proved to everyone that while a straight line is the shortest distance, it isn't necessarily the fastest route!

It didn't even take five seconds; in less than two, Li Mingyu caught up to the ball he had kicked over ten meters away, took a heavy touch with his right foot, and charged straight toward the goal.

Li Mingyu started from midfield, and the defenders closer to the goal began their pursuit, but by the time Li Mingyu reached the edge of the penalty area, the nearest defender was still about three meters away.

At this distance, there was no stopping Li Mingyu from facing the goalkeeper one-on-one.

The goalkeeper rushed out again, cursing and waving his arms, trying to intimidate Li Mingyu.

In reality, the goalkeeper was thinking, Brother, if you're going to score, just score, don't you dare dribble past me, it's too embarrassing!

Li Mingyu seemed to read the goalkeeper's mind, so upon seeing him charge out, he delicately chipped the ball with his right foot, sending it sailing gracefully over the keeper's head and into the net.

The goalkeeper reached out in despair, but couldn't touch the ball, forced to watch it sail over his head.

0:3. Mestalla Stadium in Valencia was as silent as a graveyard.

The defenders who had been sprinting back collapsed onto the grass in frustration after seeing the goal.

Damn it, they ran until their guts felt like they were tearing, yet they couldn't catch him, only to watch him score—what a feeling.

Savor that, savor it carefully!

This time, Li Mingyu didn't receive "affection" from his teammates because he had run too far; Griezmann and Messi hadn't even crossed the halfway line, leaving Li Mingyu alone in the Valencia half.

Back in the Barca half, everyone was surrounding the center-back Pique, celebrating wildly.

From afar, Pique could be heard shamelessly shouting, "My assist! I specifically passed that ball to Li. Sure enough, Li didn't let me down; he didn't waste such a brilliant assist from me!"

Shameless!

Absolutely shameless!

The Barca players were all cursing internally—he even wanted to claim credit for this!

However, after the emotional roller coaster of nearly conceding only to score within ten seconds, the Barca players didn't care about Pique's shamelessness; they swarmed him, unleashing the same "three-hit combo" they had intended for Li Mingyu onto Pique.

As everyone moved away from Pique, he looked like he had been mauled by a group of thugs. He rubbed his backside and growled, "Who? Who kicked my ass? Stand up!"

But everyone just walked away laughing.

Pique rubbed his backside, cursing as he returned to his position.

Li Mingyu widened his eyes, but he couldn't figure out who had kicked Pique's ass.

Damn, this butt-kicking maniac is something else; they're really good at hiding!

Just you wait, sooner or later, I will catch you with my own hands.

When that time comes, I'll definitely kick your ass to pieces!

Hey!

What the hell!

Why is everyone coming at me again!

No, don't!

Li Mingyu saw that everyone had finished celebrating and thought he had escaped disaster.

But when he ran back to his own half, Messi and Griezmann waved their hands, and a group of burly men surrounded him with "kind" smiles.

Hair ruffling, back slapping, butt kicking.

Li Mingyu stood in the crowd, a trace of world-weary indifference on his face.

Since he couldn't resist anyway, he could only endure it in silence.

Today's endurance is for tomorrow's explosion.

If he can't explode tomorrow, he'll keep enduring; one day, he will be able to explode!

That day is not far off!

The Barca players had experienced a rollercoaster from despair to ecstasy.

As for the Valencia players, they were the ones sitting at the bottom of that rollercoaster.

First, there was pure joy; a goal was within reach.

As it turned out, the goal was denied by the goalpost, and to make matters worse, the rebound allowed the opposition to launch a lightning-fast counterattack. In less than ten seconds, the situation had completely flipped.

The Valencia players all had the urge to just head back to the locker room.

Is this even our home stadium?

When this is over, this goalpost must be torn down and replaced!

In the ninetieth minute of the match, Valencia, pressing forward frantically in attack, made a passing error in the front court. Barca seized the opportunity, launching a thirty-five-meter long pass that found Li Mingyu, who was starting his sprint.

Li Mingyu raced against the retreating attacking midfielder Lee Kang-in. Trailing by two body lengths, the moment the ball bounced off the ground, just as Lee Kang-in stretched his leg to kick it, Li Mingyu thrust his chest forward, narrowly avoiding Lee Kang-in's foot while cushioning the ball into his own path.

With his clearance attempt failed, Lee Kang-in was completely unable to stop Li Mingyu's forward momentum.

A wide-open road lay before Li Mingyu, and as he sprinted at high speed, he gave off the visual impact of a cavalry charge.

Although Li Mingyu's build wasn't particularly muscular, his long legs moved with an elegant, effortless grace, much like the legendary Zhao Zilong charging through enemy lines seven times.