He Was a Perfect Fit!

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The Happy Beans players were getting a little nervous.

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[Schalke 04's squad this season is ridiculously stacked. Their total value seems even higher than Bayer Leverkusen's. I can't bring myself to bet on Leo Kang.]

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[Schalke 04's attacking force is nothing Manchester United can compare to.]

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[That's strange. With this lineup, how did they fail to make the Champions League?]

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[The upper-mid-table Bundesliga teams aren't that far apart in strength. Schalke 04 had too many injuries in the second half of last season and failed to pick up points in several key matches.]

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[Both teams are strong in attack and weak in defense. I don't care who wins! As long as there are more than four goals!]

The coin toss was over.

The players from both sides took up their positions in their respective halves.

With a whistle from the referee.

The match officially began!

A giant white balloon printed with the Bundesliga logo slowly rose into the air.

Veltins Arena erupted.

The blue-and-white supporters screamed wildly.

"Ruhr Region! Ruhr Region!"

At that moment.

The sky above Gelsenkirchen was blue!

They showed no rejection toward Bayer Leverkusen's Asian face.

Schalke 04 was even more devoted to China than Bayer Leverkusen.

Not to mention that Chinese players had played for the club several years ago.

In a VIP box.

A blond girl in a wheelchair came up to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her face was pale, and even her lips held little color.

Her sharply defined features and emerald-green eyes displayed unmistakable Aryan traits.

The lingering glow from the stadium floodlights fell over her.

Painting a picture of breathtaking beauty.

But the moment she spoke.

Her hoarse voice shattered all of it.

"Our Schalke 04 players are too ugly. None of them are suitable as a spokesperson."

The middle-aged woman behind her said awkwardly, "Miss, our consumers won't care about a football star's appearance."

Back on the pitch.

The two teams launched into a furious attacking battle.

Neither side showed any inclination to defend.

Possession changed hands again and again.

The midfielders and forwards kept overlapping their runs near the center circle.

"The tempo is very fast!"

"We can see that Leo Kang is playing as a central midfielder in this match."

"Bayer Leverkusen can't control possession this time. Schalke 04's midfield pressing is extremely strong! Manchester United's possession-based approach won't work at Veltins Arena."

In the fifth minute.

Eric Maxim Choupo-Moting received a pass from Leon Goretzka.

He suddenly accelerated down the left flank, charging into Bayer Leverkusen's half.

At 191 centimeters tall, he was not the kind of target striker who planted himself up front. He was a dribbling winger who liked to take defenders on with the ball at his feet.

Brandt adjusted his position and stepped up to intercept.

Choupo-Moting slowed down, bent forward slightly, and stepped over the ball with both feet!

It looked like a butcher embroidering flowers on a chopping block.

Veltins Arena instantly burst into thunderous applause.

"Stepovers! Schalke 04's number thirteen has exquisite technique!"

"An outside-to-inside stepover!"

At the touchline.

Schalke 04 manager Andre Breitenreiter shook his head helplessly.

This was his third match in charge of Schalke 04.

"This kind of slow dribbling move is dragging down the team's overall attacking tempo."

"The other Bayer Leverkusen players have plenty of time to come over and cover!"

"Choupo-Moting is excellent, but I still haven't found the right way to use him."

On the pitch.

Brandt decisively stuck out a foot.

Choupo-Moting knocked the ball ahead early!

He sharply changed direction and accelerated!

He beat the defense!

Just as he was about to keep sprinting.

A black-haired figure appeared, easily cutting out the still-rolling ball!

Choupo-Moting froze for two seconds, then immediately pressed to win it back.

Leo Kang turned sideways and shielded the ball.

His right foot sent a diagonal pass forward.

The ball sped across the grass toward Son Heung-min!

"Beautiful!"

"Ah, why has Choupo-Moting fallen to the ground?"

"Watch how he handled that ball!"

Son Heung-min stopped the ball under his foot with his back to goal.

He was full of doubt. Wasn't Leo left-footed? How was a pass from his right foot so comfortable too?

There was no time to think.

He turned and knocked the ball to the unmarked Kießling!

Borges and Kramer surged forward wildly.

Brandt was also racing down the flank.

Bayer Leverkusen's fan-shaped attack had arrived!

There were no flashy dribbles or needless tricks.

The ball moved rapidly between the feet of the players in black shirts.

A flowing combination like mercury spilling across the ground.

It quickly tore apart Schalke 04's midfield barrier!

Old man Topp and Dino stood in the technical area, waving vigorously to signal for more players from the back line to join the attack!

Son Heung-min received Kramer's pass near the end line.

Schalke 04's defense quickly collapsed into the penalty area.

After a brief adjustment.

He fiercely struck the lower left side of the ball with the inside of his foot.

The ball rose from the ground.

Spinning violently.

It dropped toward Schalke 04's box!

"That cross is of very high quality!"

"Kießling! His timing is perfect! Can he win the first ball?"

Bang!

Goretzka, having tracked back into the box, muscled Kießling aside!

He snapped his head at the ball and cleared it out of the penalty area!

Old man Topp and Dino looked like deflated balloons, their faces full of regret.

The ball flew toward the right half-space of Schalke 04's half.

Leo Kang immediately sprinted toward where it would land. With God's Perspective, his judgment of the ball's path was exceptionally accurate.

Leroy Sane also rushed over at once.

At that moment.

The blue-and-white fans in the stands.

The Bayer Leverkusen fans in front of their televisions.

All grew excited at the same time: the first head-to-head clash between the two clubs' genius young stars!

The instant the ball dropped.

Leo Kang cushioned it to the ground with his chest.

Just as he was about to lift his left foot to pass.

Sane stretched out a long leg from the side.

The two collided in an intimate physical confrontation.

On camera.

They looked like a pair of close lovers.

Leo Kang's left foot landed on the ball, then his right foot stepped forward!

His body surged ahead!

The 183-centimeter Sane was sent flying!

The entire stadium was in uproar!

The visual impact of that moment was overwhelming!

"How is that possible?!"

"Sane looks like a kite with its string cut!"

"Leo Kang just barged him into the air!"

"What kind of lower-body strength is that? What kind of physicality is that?"

"Absolutely monstrous!"

At the touchline.

Breitenreiter looked stunned.

He knew Sane's physical condition very well!

Schalke 04's super talent was not only elite in speed and dribbling, but also first-rate in physical battles!

How could he lose out to this Asian player?

"He doesn't even look that strong! Normally, Sane should have knocked him off balance!"

"God! This kid's balance is incredible!"

On the other side.

Old man Topp looked delighted.

Dino muttered, "Something's off! Coach, Leo's attack seemed to have been initiated with a right-footed pass?"

"He's always used his left foot in the youth team!"

"I understand now! Leo must have adjusted his center of gravity in that instant."

In the VIP box.

The girl in the wheelchair's eyes lit up.

She raised a hand and pointed at Bayer Leverkusen's number ten.

"Him! He's a perfect fit!"

The middle-aged woman's mouth twitched. "Miss, the ones in blue are Schalke 04 players."