Gains Fans

The referee's whistle broke the silence of the stadium, and Fujian Tianxin kicked off first.

After a few smooth passes in midfield, the ball landed steadily at Wu Bin's feet.

Wu Bin didn't let the ball linger for long, and with a cross pass, he gave the ball to Zhang Lei, number 10.

On the sidelines, Xin Xiaomeng held up her phone, the camera focused on Wu Bin, and exclaimed excitedly, "Look, everyone! Wu Bin got the ball! His pass was so steady, he wasn't flustered at all, no wonder he's a key player!"

Live stream chat:

"...Isn't this just a normal cross pass? Is that something to brag about?"

"You don't understand, this is called the demeanor of a great general."

"That's right, Xiaomeng is right, you guys just don't understand football."

"Oh my god, I'm so jealous! Even a simple pass like this makes Xin Xiaomeng so excited because he's so handsome..."

Of course, most people just type a "?".

On the field at this moment.

Possession of the ball has shifted to the Wuxi Jinyang team.

The ball was quickly passed to striker Zhang Shuo.

This 34-year-old striker was also a former Tianjin Teda player and was teammates with Fan Zhiqiang.

He is now slightly overweight and his steps are not as agile as when he was young, but he still has some of the arrogance he had back then.

He once enjoyed great success in the Chinese Super League, but as he aged, his performance declined, which led him to play in the China League Three. Before the match, he even mocked the young players of Fujian Tianxin as "easily defeated".

After receiving the ball, Zhang Shuo dribbled straight towards Wu Bin's defensive area, attempting to use the familiar change of direction move he used to have to shake off Wu Bin's defense.

But his movements were too slow, and his pace was a bit sluggish. Wu Bin stood still, staring calmly at his feet, without the slightest panic.

"Family! Wuxi Jinyang's striker has the ball, I wonder if he can break through Wu Bin's defense!" Xin Xiaomeng's tone was a little nervous, and the camera switched back and forth between Zhang Shuo and Wu Bin.

The live stream chat then began to provide information:

"This is Zhang Shuo. He used to play in the Chinese Super League. I've even seen him play."

"A former Chinese Super League player? That's something else. Can Wu Bin stop him?"

"He's 34 years old already, I guess he's past his prime, his stamina and speed can't keep up anymore, right?"

"Don't underestimate Chinese Super League players. Even a weakened giant is bigger than a horse. Wu Bin, watch out!"

Just as the comments section was buzzing with discussion, Zhang Shuo suddenly exerted his strength, attempting to physically fight off Wu Bin.

But as soon as he rammed into Wu Bin, Wu Bin held him firmly in place.

Wu Bin exerted his core strength without moving an inch. Instead, he used the momentum of Zhang Shuo's exertion to slightly turn his body and steal the ball from Zhang Shuo's feet. He then made a short pass to his teammate and launched another counterattack.

Zhang Shuo staggered a few steps before barely regaining his balance. He looked at Wu Bin's back with a look of astonishment on his face.

He never expected that a seasoned former Chinese Super League striker like himself would be so easily dispossessed by a young defensive midfielder from the China League Three, without any chance of fighting back.

"Wow! Wu Bin is amazing!" Xin Xiaomeng jumped up excitedly. "He easily intercepted the ball from a former Chinese Super League striker... By the way, what level is the Chinese Super League? Is it better than the China League Three?"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments praising Wu Bin.

"Awesome! That defense was so clean and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement!"

"What former Chinese Super League player? He's nothing but a little brother compared to Wu Bin!"

"Wu Bin's physical abilities are amazing! Zhang Shuo couldn't even budge him!"

"I'm a fan now! Wu Bin is handsome and a great player, no wonder Xin Xiaomeng is so interested in him."

"Isn't anyone going to answer Xin Xiaomeng's question? The Chinese football league system is top-tier, followed by China League One, China League Two, and then China League Three. Got it?"

While filming the match, Xin Xiaomeng kept asking questions and then cramming on football knowledge in the live chat.

She stumbled upon a treasure trove today.

The live stream is becoming increasingly popular; what used to be a stream with only a few dozen viewers has now surpassed a thousand.

It seems to attract more viewers than live-streaming dancing.

Or, football combined with singing and dancing, I wonder if that would be a good idea?

The game continued, and Fujian Tianxin completely controlled the situation.

Wu Bin anchored the midfield, using precise positioning and efficient movement to create an impenetrable defensive presence.

Zhang Shuo was unwilling to give up and repeatedly charged into Wu Bin's defensive area with the ball, trying to regain his dignity, but each time, Wu Bin easily thwarted his attempts.

In the 18th minute, Zhang Shuo received a long pass from his teammate and broke through with the ball again. He deliberately slowed down the pace and tried to use a feint to get past Wu Bin.

But Wu Bin had already anticipated his intentions and stood in front of his breakthrough route, his eyes sharp and unmoved.

Seeing this, Zhang Shuo suddenly raised his foot to shoot, but Wu Bin quickly stretched out his foot and gently blocked the ball out of bounds, averting the danger.

"My God! Wu Bin's block was so cool!" Xin Xiaomeng exclaimed, holding up her phone with admiration. "Look, the opposing striker's face changed, haha!"

The camera focused on Zhang Shuo, whose face was gloomy, hands on his hips, and eyes filled with rage and resentment.

He tried his best, but he could not break through Wu Bin's defense. His former brilliance in the Chinese Super League had long since disappeared under the erosion of time and Wu Bin's crushing dominance.

The comments in the live stream were overwhelmingly negative:

"With Zhang Shuo in this form, he probably wouldn't even be able to play well in the China League Three, let alone the Chinese Super League."

"It's not that he doesn't understand the game, it's that Wu Bin is simply playing at a lower level; Zhang Shuo is no match for him!"

"I thought the former Chinese Super League player would be somewhat of a threat, but he got completely thrashed by Wu Bin. It's such a slap in the face!"

"Do you think he might have changed his age? Maybe he's already 38..."

"Who cares? Xiaomeng, take more pictures of Wu Bin, he's so handsome, his aura is amazing when he's on defense!"

Xin Xiaomeng smiled and adjusted the camera, focusing firmly on Wu Bin: "Don't worry, everyone, I'm filming Wu Bin the whole time! Look, he's not only a great defender, but he's also constantly directing his teammates, just like a commander!"

On the field, Wu Bin did not let his guard down at all despite crushing his opponent.

He remained calm and composed, simultaneously defending and coordinating offense and defense.

Under his leadership, his teammates were in high spirits, their passing was smooth, and their defense was solid. Meanwhile, the Wuxi Jinyang players gradually lost their fighting spirit, made frequent passing errors, and their defense was full of holes.

In the 32nd minute, Wu Bin intercepted Zhang Shuo's pass and passed it directly to Zhang Lei.

Zhang Lei made a quick breakthrough, got rid of Wuxi Jinyang's defense, and passed the ball across to striker Chen Long, who then pushed the ball into the goal!

1-0! Fujian Tianxin breaks the deadlock!

Fans on the sidelines cheered, and Xin Xiaomeng excitedly waved her fist and shouted at the camera, "Goal! Fujian Tianxin scored! This goal was all thanks to Wu Bin's pass, it was fantastic!"

The live stream chat exploded instantly:

"Beautiful! Goal! Wu Bin's assist was crucial!"

"This wasn't an assist, it was the penultimate pass, more like a playmaking move."

"Tell me, was it because he successfully intercepted the attack that this attack was possible?"

"I feel that Wu Bin is in a league of his own in this competition; he shouldn't be playing in the third division here..."

After conceding a goal, Wuxi Jinyang launched a furious counterattack, with Zhang Shuo giving his all, running and tackling repeatedly in the attacking third.

However, his physical strength had already failed him, and his pace was getting slower and slower. He was still powerless against Wu Bin's defense.

Wu Bin was like a mobile iron gate; no matter which direction Wu Bin tried to break through from, he could always intercept and block him in time.

In the 43rd minute, Wu Bin intercepted Zhang Shuo's pass again, dribbled forward a few steps, and made a through pass to striker Chen Long.

After receiving the ball, Chen Long unleashed a powerful shot, and the ball went into the net again!

2-0! Fujian Tianxin extends its lead!

Xin Xiaomeng jumped up excitedly, her voice trembling slightly: "Another goal! Wu Bin is amazing, he assisted again! Uh, this time it really was an assist, right?"

Wuxi Jinyang has been completely outmatched.

At this moment, Zhang Shuo had completely lost his fighting spirit. He was bent over, panting heavily, his face full of exhaustion and frustration.

They were all high and mighty before the match, but completely lost it during the match.

Why sleepwalk?

Because Wu Bin was watching him.

As soon as Zhang Shuo gets the ball, Wu Bin will appear on time, either to interfere, steal, or intercept.

Before the halfway point of the game was even over, Zhang Shuo had been tackled by Wu Bin a total of 10 times.

During the contest for the ball, he was knocked away by Wu Bin five more times.

The whole performance was a pile of crap!

The first half ended quickly, with the score settling at 2-0.

Wu Bin walked to the sidelines, took the water the coach handed him, took a sip, and remained calm.

Today's opponents were indeed not strong.

Having played in a Champions League final before, this wasn't particularly challenging for him, so there wasn't anything particularly exciting about it.

However, what he didn't know was...

In just this first half of the match, he has already gained quite a few female fans and followers through an unexpected live stream...