At this moment, the whole world seemed to explode, with all sorts of news about Blue Lock pouring out, and the revelations about the U20 National Team versus Blue Lock had completely swept the internet.
On the field, Ye Liangqiu looked at the crowd rushing towards him, his head lightened, and he fell directly onto the field. His spirit was indeed joyful, but his body was also on the verge of collapse. For the last shot, he unleashed all his physical potential to reach his optimal scoring position.
He had thought that Bachira would score that goal himself...
But he didn't expect that it would still be passed to him.
It seemed that after the match ended, everyone's mood suddenly improved greatly.
"Qiu, you're not going to die, are you?" Bachira suddenly ran to Ye Liangqiu, who was resting and gazing up at the stars, and asked.
"You're the one who's going to die, I'm just too tired." ＼( ｀ロ´)／ Ye Liangqiu.
Bachira chuckled, then slowly said, "We defeated the U20. It seems this time we've truly stepped onto the world stage."
Ye Liangqiu hummed in response, not expecting time to pass so quickly. In the blink of an eye, he was already famous worldwide, a feeling he was still a little unaccustomed to.
At this very moment, the elites of Blue Lock were exultant.
A few months ago, these strikers joined the absurd Blue Lock project as 300 forwards, and in the end, they were actually made to challenge the U20 National Team. No one had expected them to successfully defeat such an opponent.
And no one had ever taken these high school students seriously.
But after this match, the whole world finally discovered them.
The U20 team, on the other hand, was somewhat dejected, even devastated. This defeat cast a shadow over their hearts. They never expected that their pride and livelihood would be lost to this group of amateur students.
No matter how thick-skinned they were, they dared not utter another word of contempt at this moment.
Only those who had personally experienced it knew that this group of enemies, whom they had underestimated, might truly change the world of football in the future.
However, Shidou Ryusei merely lamented that the goal he had erupted to score at the end was actually blocked by Ye Liangqiu. Of course, he wouldn't be dejected for long because of this goal; he simply believed he hadn't played well enough, as everything on the field is unpredictable.
"Genius, why did you pass that ball to me?"
"Did you think I would definitely score?" Shidou Ryusei walked towards Itoshi Sae and asked his question. In his opinion, that final pass was extremely risky. Itoshi Sae seemed to have passed him the ball with absolute trust.
And it indirectly pressured him into that wonderful state.
Itoshi Sae's tone remained cold as he slowly explained, "It wasn't that I wanted to pass it to you."
"It's that there wasn't enough time."
Under his precise calculations, the last goal could only be given to the one with the highest scoring rate, and the entire U20 team was already showing signs of collapsing under Blue Lock's attack.
But only a demon like Shidou Ryusei could remain unaffected.
Finally, there was the time. With less than ten minutes left in the match, and they needed at least two more goals to turn the tide, this goal could only be taken by a madman like Shidou Ryusei, and only he could take it.
Who would have thought that even Shidou Ryusei, in a Flow state, would still be intercepted?
Itoshi Sae's gaze lingered on Ye Liangqiu, who was sitting on the ground, a hint of an unknown meaning flashing in his eyes. Of course, this match seemed to have no impact on him, and not even a ripple of emotion appeared.
Shidou Ryusei clearly had no resistance to these words. He grinned, "Since you're so honest, you have to give me your phone number!"
"After all, few people are willing to pass the ball to me like that."
Itoshi Sae turned around directly...
Shidou Ryusei chased after him.
...
Meanwhile, Ye Liangqiu was surrounded by a circle of people.
Aiku was among them. His arrogant demeanor had completely vanished. From before the match started, he clearly knew that winning this game wouldn't be easy, but he never expected to lose so completely, especially since they had even brought in foreign aid and still couldn't win.
Thinking of this, he already knew that the U20 National Team was indeed no longer suitable for this era.
He walked step by step to Ye Liangqiu, took off his black glove, and extended his hand. "Congratulations, victor. You've successfully replaced us."
Aiku's tone held no dejection, nor the imagined fury, but only calmness, and... a hint of relief.
Ye Liangqiu's mouth curved upwards. "There will be other opportunities in the future. Next time, it won't be a game of cops and robbers, but a grand heist."
"Is that so? Then I'll be waiting." Aiku smiled, his eyes gradually sharpening.
The end of the match didn't mean there wouldn't be another chance to compete in the future.
Unlike the joyous laughter of others, Itoshi Rin slumped on the field, sitting alone on the grass with one hand propping up his head. Regret, dejection, unwillingness—all sorts of emotions swept through him... Everything he had seemed to have been destroyed by himself in the last match, yet destroying everything brought him nothing.
Whether it was sweat or tears, they traced paths down his cheeks.
He looked both solitary and forlorn.
"Rin."
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear. That familiar tone, that familiar voice, made Itoshi Rin suddenly lift his head, only to see Itoshi Sae already standing before him.
"Are you here to mock me?"
"I don't need your concern, get lost!" Itoshi Rin almost roared, his already terrible mood plunging into collapse once again.
Itoshi Sae's tone seemed to have improved greatly. "I just came to tell you something. I originally thought you would grow somewhat in this match, but it seems you're still as conceited as ever."
"However, you have indeed become a little stronger than before."
Upon hearing this, Itoshi Rin's eyes instantly changed, as if returning to the past.
However, Itoshi Sae's next sentence sent shivers down his spine. "I originally thought that excellent strikers couldn't be cultivated here. It seems I thought too simply."
"That person kept stimulating your instincts, eventually leading you into that ugly form."
"Clearly, in Blue Lock, Ye Liangqiu..."
Before Itoshi Sae could finish, Itoshi Rin had already fallen into a complete rage. At this moment, he seemed to transform into a destroyer once again... He hadn't expected that everything he had done would now serve as a stepping stone for others.
"Go to hell, all of you go to hell!"