Jealousy Is a Demon

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[Isn't that Xavi's signature dribble, the "Love Magic Spin"?]

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[It's Zidane's "Marseille Roulette"! You little hater!]

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[Turn the directional keys halfway around!]

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[Why do you all type so fast?]

Säbener Stadium.

The cheers and insults grew ever louder!

Every Bayern fan was waiting for Leo Kang to be ruthlessly humiliated by their own super prodigy!

But what happened next

slapped them hard across the face once again.

Leo Kang did not recklessly stick out a foot.

As Kurt began to turn,

he had already taken a step back.

He lowered his center of gravity,

waiting for the instant his opponent completed the drag-back.

His left foot swept out!

Smack!

The suave and flashy Kurt tumbled onto the turf.

The ball was firmly under Leo Kang's control!

"Fucking awesome!"

"That was insane!"

"No foul! Leo Kang got the ball first!"

"Guys! Doesn't Bayern's number 10 look like an idiot in front of Brother Leo?"

"Let me break it down for everyone. The essence of dribbling is a battle for balance between two players. You want me to shut up? Fine, fine! Let's keep watching the match!"

The Bayern fans fell silent.

They had never expected

Kurt to pull off such a perfect dribbling move

only to be brutally humiliated by the mute Chinese with a savage sweep of the leg!

At the back, Fuchs frowned. Kurt's intent to provoke was too obvious. Leo Kang had not even pressed forward before Kurt started showing off. Otherwise, in terms of ball control alone, Kurt could outclass Leo Kang a hundred times over!

On the pitch,

a Bayern Munich Youth Team player raised his hand to appeal for a foul.

The Bayern fans snapped back to their senses and began protesting wildly as well.

The referee ignored them.

He raised both hands, signaling for play to continue!

His face was filled with displeasure. Damn it, he hated it most when people questioned his eyesight!

Leo Kang carried the ball forward two meters.

He was quickly met by Bayern's forwards pressing to win it back.

Without any hesitation,

he found the most suitable passing lane through God's Perspective.

His left foot gently flicked the ball up.

With a passing stat of 81,

he was simply on a completely different level from everyone else in the youth league!

The ball sailed over the heads of two Bayern midfielders!

It reached Bayer Leverkusen's striker on the right wing—Henrichs.

This guy loved drifting wide!

He comfortably brought down the diagonal long ball.

With an explosive touch,

he shook off Bayern's fullback.

Then he charged past the center circle with the ball!

Where was Bayern's fullback? He had already tucked into the middle!

Henrichs put every ounce of strength into it.

He sprinted forward desperately.

Though he did not look particularly fast,

Bayern's defenders were about to catch up to him.

He suddenly stopped,

then squared the ball to Havertz, who had moved up in support!

The Bayern Munich Youth Team formation retreated frantically!

Two Bayern players quickly closed in to double-team him!

Havertz's ability to shake off defenders was rather average at this stage.

In his panic,

he spotted a black-haired figure.

Without hesitation,

he laid the ball back in his stride.

Then he turned and made a forward run!

They had completed this simple combination many times during Bayer Leverkusen's internal training matches.

Leo Kang looked utterly at ease as he made a one-touch pass.

Even the broadcast camera failed to react in time!

The ball skimmed across the grass at high speed.

Like a sharp blade,

it pierced the weakest point in Bayern's defensive line!

"A through ball from that distance?"

"That's brutal!"

Fuchs was completely stunned. He had rushed toward Leo Kang immediately, exposing a gap in the defense, but who could have expected this guy to deliver such a penetrating long-range through ball without even taking a touch to set himself?

Was he watching Captain Tsubasa?

Coach Top was so excited that he nearly ran out of the technical area.

He let out a hysterical roar. "Another one-on-one!!!"

Havertz sprinted wildly through Bayern's half.

There was nothing but open space ahead of him.

Facing the Bayern keeper charging out again,

he did not panic in the slightest.

He used the outside of his right foot to push the ball wide!

He opened up the shooting angle.

Then calmly slotted it home.

0:2!!!

"An open goal!"

"Beautiful!"

"We're rich!"

"Havertz has a future! He didn't waste the easy chance Brother Leo served him up. When he grows up, he'll definitely win the Champions League!"

The Bayern fans found it hard to accept the reality before their eyes.

Their team was the supreme powerhouse of the German Youth League!

The only opponent they considered worthy was Schalke 04!

Yet they were trailing a mid-table side like Bayer Leverkusen by two goals?

Their anger continued to rise.

Some of the more extreme fans turned their fury on their own young players.

A bunch of idiots!

Why couldn't they contain that mute Chinese?

Bayern's goalkeeper helplessly punched the turf.

Havertz ran toward Leo Kang.

Bayer Leverkusen's teammates swarmed around them.

"Leo, you're our savior!"

"That was so cool! If I were a woman, I definitely would..."

By the pitch,

after Coach Top and the staff embraced in excitement,

he turned toward the nearest stand and made a provocative shushing gesture.

On the other side,

Augenthaler called Kurt over.

"Sinan, you need to calm down. Don't do anything even more foolish!"

"Jealousy is a demon."

"I've faced too many forwards. I know exactly what's on your mind."

Kurt said nothing.

But his face was full of disdain.

Jealousy?

Would he be jealous of a mute Chinese?

Was he worthy?

If not for those idiots on the back line,

would he even have had a chance to show off?

Bayern's super prodigy had already been consumed by negative emotions.

He had completely forgotten Leo Kang's stunning Curved Heavy Cannon.

In a corner of the stands,

Mino Raiola received Leo Kang's information.

His eyebrows rose slightly.

"Bayer Leverkusen is paying him that much? They've already registered him for next season's Bundesliga squad?"

"A transfer fee of one million euros to sign a youth player from La Masia isn't cheap either."

"Oh! The goal is to open up the China market? How ridiculous. Chinese fans have been fooled so many times already. Why would they pay to support a Chinese player?"

"Family background? His adoptive mother currently works in the cafeteria at La Masia Academy. She's not Catalan?"

"Now that's interesting, isn't it?"

"If we brought him to one of the oil kingdoms in the Middle East..."

"Let's go. The result of this match means nothing. We'll contact this Chinese kid another time. Völler isn't easy to deal with!"

At heart, the short, fat man was a fake football fan.

He could not judge the Chinese player's true ability.

The talent Balotelli and Kurt displayed was obvious.

Leo Kang?

Other than that long-range shot, it was easy for viewers to attribute the rest of his performance to Bayern Munich Youth Team being in poor form.

Clubs in the five major leagues were becoming increasingly shrewd.

Transfermarkt regulations were becoming more and more comprehensive as well.

At this point, agencies were gradually turning their attention toward the lower-tier league markets.

The oil kingdoms of the Middle East.

The Chinese Super League.

Stupid people with too much money.

They were undoubtedly the blue ocean these agencies sought to develop.