There weren't many flashy moves, nor were there any crazy shouts.
All eyes on the field were fixed on Ye Liangqiu. He felt the fear emanating from his surroundings and the changes in the stadium. At this moment, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Well done, Xiao Shi Yi."
However, Yoichi Isagi, standing not far from the goal, had a dazed expression. He had subconsciously passed the ball. It was a perfectly normal pass, but in Blue Lock, it was different.
Everyone was there to score goals for themselves.
But he, standing at the goal, had given that last kick to someone else.
That scorching sensation, it was as if it was constantly closing in on him from behind... Was he afraid?
Was he afraid of shooting... or afraid of the enemy in front of him?
Or perhaps, he was afraid of "Ye Liangqiu"...
At this moment, Raichi grabbed Yoichi Isagi by the collar, furious, "Why didn't you pass the ball to me!!"
"I was clearly the closest one!"
"If you're scared, what right do you have to be a forward?"
"Idiot!"
Ma Lang also walked towards Yoichi Isagi, a look of disdain in his eyes, "Standing right in front of the goal, yet still trusting your teammates, a rookie like you won't last here."
"You're not qualified to be a forward."
"I..." Yoichi Isagi's expression was a bit lost, "I didn't want to pass either... but my body subconsciously kicked it out..."
"Are you an idiot?" Raichi cursed.
At this moment, Bachira stepped forward, his eyes somewhat cold, "Didn't we score anyway? Why do we need to argue?"
"Our team isn't even losing!"
"It's a tie right now!"
Upon hearing this, Raichi released Yoichi Isagi and clenched his fists, "Shut up, you Kappa. Only the one who scores the most can stay here."
"Can't you see?"
"That Hong Yan Guai Tai clearly wants everyone to lose; he only scores to increase his own points!"
Indeed, with the ball already at his feet, would Ye Liangqiu let it go?
Naturally, if Ye Liangqiu kept scoring, no one else would get points. Even if it contributed to the team, if the outcome was a loss....
Everyone would also have one foot in the abyss.
This was why Raichi was angry. Instead of passing the ball to an extreme egoist, why couldn't he pass it to him?
You all want to die, but I, Raichi, don't!
Seemingly hearing the ugly nickname, Bachira smiled, the coldness in his eyes deepening. He slowly said, "Then show your strength... Since you also want to score, don't you also need Yoichi Isagi's pass?"
"The ball is at his feet. He can pass it to whoever he wants."
"Why does he have to pass it to you?"
"And in my opinion, passing it to Autumn is at least better than passing it to you..."
Immediately, Raichi was about to turn his anger towards Bachira.
Kuon Wataru immediately stepped forward to stop him. If this continued, the entire team would probably fall apart. They had scored... but it seemed the conflict still existed...
Chigiri, standing on the edge of the field, also watched this scene indifferently.
He was like an outsider, always doing odd jobs on the field, and his presence was very low.
But he had watched the entire situation of the previous goal. It was indeed as Raichi said... His position had the widest view and was closest to the goal, making the scoring opportunity quite significant.
However, Yoichi Isagi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, accurately passing the ball to Ye Liangqiu.
Why?
Chigiri stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought.
And Kunigami was the same...
On this field, almost everyone who understood the previous goal seemed to have a question in their hearts: What was Yoichi Isagi thinking at that moment?
Just then, the whistle blew.
First half ended.
Everyone returned to the locker room. The atmosphere seemed oppressive; the entire team had directly fractured during this soccer match, each doing their own thing, not bothering each other.
Ye Liangqiu wiped the sweat from his body, completely unconcerned.
Just then, Kunigami spoke, "Ye Liangqiu, what exactly are you thinking? Are you really planning to just watch like this and wait for this match to end?"
"Watch?" Ye Liangqiu's hand, wiping sweat, paused. His crimson eyes met Kunigami's, "If I were just watching... did you all get these two points?"
Kunigami was speechless.
Indeed, both points were scored by Ye Liangqiu. If it weren't for him, the team's morale would probably be even more shattered right now.
Ye Liangqiu's tone was indifferent, but his words were merciless, "A bunch of mentally challenged kids who can't even play soccer properly."
"Haven't you figured out the rules of the game here yet?"
"Here, it's a world of self-interest."
"To earn the right to stay... you must first look up to the strong."
Undoubtedly, these words made the atmosphere in the entire locker room even more oppressive.
Little Monk muttered, "Look up to the strong? I don't need to... Isn't it just two goals? If the ball were at my feet, I could too..."
But his words were overheard by Ya Wan next to him.
"You can't. That super long-range shot of his... among everyone here, probably only Iemon and Kunigami possess that kind of power."
Little Monk awkwardly scratched his head, not expecting to be overheard.
At this moment, Kuon Wataru stood up, his gaze fixed on Ye Liangqiu, "If what you say is true... then I am willing to be your assistant, as long as I can score and stay here."
"I don't want to leave the field, and I don't want to lose my future!"
Indeed, as the tactician and the only brain in the team, Kuon Wataru was willing to give up his pride as a forward on the field, and he was also willing to give up this worthless dignity, as long as he could stay...
Just as Ego Jinpachi said, every one of us who comes here has selfish motives.
Hidden beneath this selfishness are the players' inner dreams, which also become their driving force.
But all of this is predicated on being able to pass through these layers of challenges and remain until the end... If he's eliminated even in the second stage, then... who is this dignity for?
Dignity for future, Kuon Wataru knew the difference.
Even if it meant being a dog or a scumbag on the field... he had to stay.
Now, he dedicated his heart to this demon king on the field, only seeking protection.
Ye Liangqiu's lips curved into a smile, rising to a certain degree, "Is that so?"
"It seems some people still know how to be pragmatic."
"What about the rest of you?"
Saying this, he looked at the others...