"Black hair, probably Chinese, and not that tall—around 1.7 meters."
Lisa Ritz looked all around, finally just standing up.
But there were too many people. How could she possibly find them?
Subotic even suspected that if the girl hadn't stood up to look at him, Lisa Ritz probably wouldn't have noticed her at all.
'A woman's sixth sense really is sharp!'
...
"Holy crap!"
In the Arena Television studio, which was broadcasting the DFB-Pokal semi-final, the director slammed his hand on the desk and shot up with a shout the moment the feed of Wang Shuo's goal came through.
Everyone else in the studio was just as stunned.
He could control a ball like that and still create a goal?
That was just insane, wasn't it?
"Didn't everyone say Wang Shuo's physicality was weak?"
"Yeah, did Friedrich go easy on him?"
"No way, right?"
"Then what happened?"
The director, with his sharp instincts, immediately sensed an opportunity and glanced at the time.
The first half was about to end.
