Lu Chuan's retreat revitalized Rayo Vallecano's front line.
From the attacking midfielder position, he began to play the role of an orchestrator, utilizing the advantage of Full Field Vision.
Every pass was meticulously thought out, and every run was perfectly timed.
Huesca's defense began to struggle, being pulled from side to side.
Pulido followed closely, marking Lu Chuan, but found himself in a dilemma—if he marked too tightly, gaps would appear in the defense; if he didn't mark tightly enough, Lu Chuan's passes would be surgically precise.
"What is this kid trying to do?" Mikel Rico, Huesca's midfield general, noticed the change, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
In the 58th minute, the opportunity arrived.
Lu Chuan received the ball near the center circle; he didn't rush forward but calmly observed the situation in the attacking third. Álvaro García understood instinctively and began to run into the open space on the left side of the penalty area.
Huesca's defensive line relaxed for a split second.
It was this split second!
Lu Chuan's right foot swung like a precise instrument, delivering a surgically precise through ball that tore through Huesca's entire defense! The ball flew low, accurately passing through the gap between three defenders.
"Beautiful!" A thunderous roar erupted from the South Stand.
Álvaro García successfully beat the offside trap; his timing was perfect, and he burst into the penalty area like a red lightning bolt.
Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Álvaro García showed no panic. He even had time to glance at the goalkeeper's center of gravity, then gently pushed the ball with the inside of his right foot, sending it rolling along the grass into the far corner of the goal.
1-1!
Vallecas Stadium instantly erupted! Thirty thousand fans rose simultaneously, and the deafening cheers almost lifted the stands off their foundations.
After scoring, Álvaro didn't celebrate by himself but rushed over to embrace Lu Chuan tightly.
"Great pass! I knew you'd see it!" Álvaro patted Lu Chuan's back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"You made a good run too," Lu Chuan hugged him back, a long-lost smile on his face.
"Haha, our teamwork is practically like an old married couple with telepathy!" Trejo ran over to join the celebration, joking.
"Old married couple? Then I'd have to be your officiant?" Suárez also joined in, making a funny gesture like an officiant.
"Suárez, you should use your imagination for defending!" Comesaña laughed and pushed him.
"An assist, an assist that changed the game! Lu Chuan showed everyone through his actions that he is not only a finisher but also a creator! Huesca's defense was turned upside down by him alone!"
After the score was leveled, Huesca intensified their attack again.
Míchel shouted loudly from the sidelines, urging his players to push forward and attack. Both sides engaged in a fierce battle in midfield, with every tackle full of aggression.
Shinji Okazaki's running became more active, constantly creating problems for Rayo Vallecano's defense in the attacking third.
The match entered a white-hot stage, with the atmosphere extremely intense.
In the 75th minute, Paco made a crucial adjustment.
Lu Chuan once again swapped positions with Trejo, returning to the front line. The timing was perfect—the continuous transitions between offense and defense had already caused Huesca's defenders to experience a decline in both physical fitness and concentration.
Pulido's close marking was no longer as tight as before; his movements began to distort, and his breathing became rapid.
In the stands, Esther clasped her hands together, silently praying. Her heart pounded fiercely, and her palms were covered in sweat. The fans around her had already lost their voices from shouting, but they were still cheering for the team with all their might.
"Go, Lu Chuan!" a little boy screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Show them what you've got!" a woman next to him waved her scarf.
"My voice is almost gone!" a middle-aged man touched his throat, but his eyes were still bright.
"It's worth it! For promotion, everything is worth it!" his friend next to him thumped his chest.
The atmosphere was extremely tense; everyone's nerves were stretched taut.
In the 88th minute, the turning point of destiny arrived.
A Huesca defender made a mistake in clearing a Rayo Vallecano corner kick with a header.
The ball didn't fly out of the dangerous area; instead, by some strange twist of fate, it fell to Lu Chuan's feet outside the penalty box.
The moment he touched the ball, the system's voice sounded in his mind:
"Ding! Core Talent: Guaranteed Long Shot, triggered!"
In an instant, all the surrounding cheers vanished, and in Lu Chuan's eyes, there was only the goal,
and that spot where the goalpost met the crossbar, as if an invisible line connected the ball to that very point.
Without any adjustment, he struck the incoming ball directly with a powerful shot!
The ball had almost no spin in the air, but it carried a strange downward force. Just as the goalkeeper reached his highest point, it suddenly dipped sharply, grazing the underside of the crossbar and nestling into the net!
The ball flew straight into the top corner of the goal!
2-1!
A last-minute winner!
Vallecas Stadium exploded instantly! Thirty thousand fans jumped and screamed wildly, and the entire stadium trembled.
After scoring, Lu Chuan was uncontrollably excited. He tore off his jersey, revealing his muscular upper body, and charged madly towards the South Stand! The referee raised a yellow card, but he didn't care at all.
He pointed with all his might towards that sea of red and white!
He knew she was there!
The South Stand completely erupted! Esther was jumping and shouting in the crowd, completely forgetting her disguise.
Tears of joy mixed with sweat and cheap makeup, smearing her face.
"It's in! It's in! A last-minute winner!" Her friend hugged her tightly, afraid she might reveal herself due to overexcitement.
"Oh my God, I'm going crazy! That goal was beautiful!" A burly man cried out excitedly.
"Lu Chuan is our king!" An old fan had tears in his eyes.
"This is our number 9! This is our hero!" A young fan screamed hoarsely.
"I love this Chinese kid!" A middle-aged female fan waved her scarf.
The entire South Stand turned into a sea of joy, with everyone releasing their inner euphoria.
"Ding! A great comeback!"
"Match Rating: 9.7"
"LP gained: 200 (Victory) + 80 (Assist) + 200 (Last-minute winner) + 100 (Talent trigger bonus) = 580LP!"
"Current LP balance: 2880 + 580 = 3460LP"
The system's prompt sounded in Lu Chuan's mind, but he was completely immersed in the joy of the goal. He knelt on the grass, pointed his hands to the sky, and let out a long roar.
At this moment, he was the King of Vallecas!
Huesca's players slumped to the ground; they couldn't accept such a result. The late goal meant all their efforts were in vain.
There were still a few minutes left in the match, but the outcome was already decided.
Rayo Vallecano's players protected this precious lead with all their might, every pass was extra careful, every defensive effort was all-out.
The moment the final whistle blew, the entire stadium erupted. Players embraced in celebration, the coaching staff jumped excitedly, and the fans lingered, unwilling to leave.
The reporters on the sidelines had already thought of tomorrow's front-page headline: "The Chinese King of Vallecas!"
The celebration lasted for a long time, and the fans slowly began to leave.
Esther, under the cover of her friends, was preparing to slip away quietly.
Her heart was still pounding; the excitement had almost made her reveal her identity.
Just then, a drunk, burly fan, celebrating excessively, lost his footing and accidentally bumped into her, knocking her hat to the ground.
The burly man quickly bent down to pick up the hat, apologizing as he handed it to her: "Sorry, sorry, I..."
When he saw Esther's face, smudged with tears and makeup, he froze.
Despite the smudged makeup, those bright eyes and delicate facial features still gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
The burly man rubbed his eyes, his gaze full of confusion:
"Hey, miss, why do I feel like... you look familiar?"