On the field, Wang Shuo saw the surprise on the faces of Lővér and his other teammates.
"I pointed it out to you. There was an opening over there, you just had to pass it there," Wang Shuo said to Lővér with a smile.
There was no hint of accusation in his words.
Lővér gave a wry smile.
'So, it's my fault, then.'
'I didn't see Schürrle, which forced you to come back and make the assist yourself. Is that how it is?'
'The thing is, I was facing the direction of attack and I didn't see him. You had your back to him. How did you see him?'
'Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?'
Lővér just couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only attribute it to one thing.
'Geniuses are just different from us mortals!'
But what made Lővér despair even more was when Schürrle, the goalscorer, finished his celebration and slung an arm around Wang Shuo's shoulder.
"Wang, you were right. Scoring really isn't that hard!"
