Volume One: Our Own League Chapter 064: As Expected, Xu He Is Still the Same Xu He!

Yes, Xu He was utterly stunned himself.

Although he desperately wanted to score, and had fantasized many times about finding the net before coming on as a substitute, he had never imagined his very first touch after stepping onto the field would result in a goal.

It was like a dream.

He wouldn’t have dared to hope for something so extravagant, not even in his wildest dreams, yet today it happened right before his eyes.

He was overwhelmed.

Of course, even more excited than him were the players of Class Ten’s football team.

As soon as Xu He scored, they rushed toward him, toppling him to the ground and piling onto him, shouting his name and exclaiming things like, “You’re amazing!”

They were truly overjoyed, ecstatic.

At last, they had finally scored.

Once Xu He got up, Li Jie jumped onto his back, waving his arms enthusiastically and shouting, “Xu, you were incredible just now! That volley was absolutely perfect, it was as if Zidane himself had possessed you.”

Li Jie continued to roar excitedly, “You’re fantastic! How did you pull that off?”

In the stands, the students from Class Ten leapt up in excitement.

Li Liying fixed her gaze on Xu He, her eyes filled with admiration.

At that moment, Xu He himself was full of questions. How had he done it? How had he managed such a high-quality volley?

To be honest, when he took the shot, there were no stray thoughts in his mind—he had only one idea: to score.

He wasn’t consciously recalling the techniques or steps of shooting; it was simply a natural response, following his instinct and swinging at the ball.

He hadn’t silently recited shooting tips, yet he executed them flawlessly.

It was clear that his recent extra shooting practice had paid off. This was the product of accumulated effort, not some lucky fluke.

Xu He was exhilarated, pumping his fists with excitement.

He had scored—he had scored!

He was one step closer to the starting lineup.

Mu Yang watched Xu He’s back for a long moment, then nodded. Zhu Ge remarked, “I never expected this kid to improve so quickly. Really impressive.”

Yes—just now, the technique he displayed was remarkable.

They knew how poor Xu He’s shooting had been before, and now he possessed such skill. It showed both his diligence and his high aptitude for learning.

This guy truly was a gifted talent.

Zhu Ge came over and hugged Xu He. “Well done!”

Lin Xuefeng also rushed over, embracing Xu He and saying, “You’re amazing, kid! Who would've thought your shooting would improve so fast?”

The girls in the stands saw Lin Xuefeng hugging Xu He and protested loudly, “No, no, no, let go of that boy!”

Lin Xuefeng’s face was covered in black lines; these fangirls were really too crazy.

Xu He pursed his lips slightly—it was him who scored, wasn’t it? Yet the girls acted as if Lin Xuefeng had scored; they were really out of line.

One to one!

Class Ten’s team had equalized.

The goal was scored by substitute Xu He—and this was his first touch after coming on. Truly impressive.

Zhang Zhen also came over to congratulate Xu He, who immediately said, “Thanks, Zhang. If it weren’t for your generous guidance, I wouldn’t be here today.”

Zhang Zhen chuckled, “No need to be so formal. It’s all your own achievement.”

Their mutual praise drew furious glares from the players of Class Nine’s team.

They felt these two were too arrogant, not even acknowledging Class Nine at all. They felt insulted, hated Xu He and Zhang Zhen, and vowed to teach them a lesson.

The Class Nine players clenched their fists, swearing silently.

The match resumed, and Class Ten’s team, buoyed by their renewed morale, launched furious attacks on Class Nine. They were eager to capitalize on their momentum, score more goals, and win the game.

Naturally, the players of the 58th Class Combined Football Team were delighted to see this unfold. They cheered loudly from the sidelines for Class Ten, wishing they would score immediately and secure victory.

The 58th Combined Team seemed to be Class Ten’s most loyal fans, almost outdoing the girls in the stands.

Class Nine students looked on with contempt, muttering, “These guys will do anything to qualify, even lose their dignity.”

On the pitch, the game continued.

Xu He moved to the edge of the penalty area; Class Nine’s defenders immediately closed in, not daring to leave him unattended. They stuck to him like glue, determined to mark him tightly.

Xu He frowned, tried to turn, but failed.

The defense was just too tight.

He immediately dropped back to support Mu Yang in midfield. Mu Yang passed the ball to Xu He, who lured the defender out, then returned the ball to Mu Yang and suddenly spun forward.

Class Nine’s defenders were startled, quickly turning to chase Xu He.

Their focus was all on him.

Xu He’s earlier performance had caught their attention—they wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

But this time, Xu He was a decoy.

As the defenders followed Xu He away, Mu Yang fired a direct pass to Zhang Zhen on the edge of the penalty area. Despite a defender trailing him, Zhang Zhen wasn’t fazed. As he stretched to control the ball, he let it slip behind him, spun quickly, and darted forward from the other direction.

The ball slipped past the defender’s right side, while Zhang Zhen sped around the left.

This juggling display, combining control and dribbling, stunned the crowd.

Many gasped, amazed that football could be played this way.

Xu He’s eyes widened, fixing on Zhang Zhen. This guy was incredible—pulling off such moves? It was as if the Ice Prince himself had possessed him!

Xu He’s admiration for Zhang Zhen surged like a mighty river.

In truth, even Zhang Zhen was somewhat bewildered—it wasn’t the result he intended. He knew his own footwork; he could hardly pull off such exquisite dribbling. This time, it was simply going with the flow, intending just to turn and beat his man, but unexpectedly, he executed such a move.

It surprised him.

Even as he spun, he was momentarily dazed.

But as a skilled striker, his instincts in front of goal were sharp. He snapped out of it and immediately fired a shot.

Bang—the ball struck Li Bo, who had rushed out to block, and bounced out for a corner.

Li Bo was impressive!

Class Nine students cheered Li Bo’s name.

Li Bo’s reaction was lightning fast; as Zhang Zhen hesitated, he charged forward. Though Zhang Zhen responded quickly and shot almost instantly, Li Bo still managed to stop him. Truly outstanding.

It was a pity the shot didn’t go in.

Xu He ran over to comfort Zhang Zhen.

Zhang Zhen smiled wryly, feeling regret—it would have been a lifelong brag if that shot had gone in. But luck was lacking today, and the opposing goalkeeper was excellent.

Corner kick: Class Ten earned a corner.

Lin Xuefeng went to the corner and sent a curving ball into the box. Yang Xin leapt high to meet it, but under pressure, failed to connect properly, and the ball streaked to the far post, heading toward Xu He.

Class Nine’s players tensed instantly, their faces changing.

Danger—this damned guy again.

In front of the goal, Li Bo screamed in terror, for Xu He at the far post was unmarked. This time, it was all over.

Seeing the ball fly toward him, Xu He was delighted—a golden opportunity.

He repeated his earlier move, turning sideways and swinging hard at the ball. Bang—he struck the lower part of the ball, which shot skyward like an anti-aircraft missile.

The 58th Combined Team players were dumbfounded.

Their excited smiles froze on their faces—they hadn’t expected this outcome.

Damn it, Xu He, what are you doing?

With the goal so close, you blasted it into the sky? Are you here to make jokes?

They couldn’t figure Xu He out—was he brilliant or not? Was this his true level, or was he holding back?

Watching the ball soar, Xu He’s mouth dropped open.

He had put everything into that shot, determined to help his team take the lead. Yet he hadn’t expected it to end up like this.

Xu He smiled ruefully at his right leg.

It truly was a strange limb—sometimes unleashing high-quality shots, sometimes performing so poorly. He didn’t know what to say.

Zhang Zhen sighed with relief, “That’s more like it. No one masters things so quickly. He’s still not familiar, needs more practice.”

Class Ten’s players had been ready to celebrate, but now they were left dumbfounded. Xu He must be joking—such a great chance.

Indeed, Xu He was still Xu He!

Zhu Ge and Mu Yang weren’t bothered—no one can guarantee a goal with every shot. Even superstars miss open goals at close range; how much more so Xu He?

Zhu Ge said, “Keep pushing; we still have time.”

The match resumed, Class Ten continued their relentless attack, quickly pressing up to Class Nine’s penalty area. There, Xu He fired a long-range shot, but it veered wide—quite absurdly so.

The 58th Combined Team players instantly lost faith in Xu He—it seemed his first goal was merely luck.

They stopped paying attention to him, and even Class Nine’s defenders eased up their marking.

Xu He sensed opportunity.

Bang—on the flank, Lin Xuefeng suddenly cut in and unleashed a powerful shot, the ball screaming toward Class Nine’s goal but parried out for a corner by Li Bo.

Corner again; Lin Xuefeng sent the ball in.

In the box, Yang Xin leapt for a header, but the ball just cleared the crossbar.

Class Ten controlled the situation, dominating the match, but had not yet taken the lead—the score remained tied. The 58th Combined Team players prayed fervently for Class Ten to score soon.