Treasure Trove

Another day has passed.

The outdoor area of ​​Hangzhou Sports Center was no longer deserted today.

Although the stands weren't exactly packed, there were more than twice as many spectators as in the previous two days.

Of course, many of these viewers were drawn to Xin Xiaomeng's live stream, holding up their phones and shouting slogans, creating a vibrant and exciting atmosphere at the event.

Of course, Wang Jun, assistant coach of Hangzhou Greentown, was also among them.

His task today was to "observe secretly" and see if Wu Bin could truly withstand Wang Ke's pressure.

The players from both sides lined up to enter the field, their jerseys clearly distinguished by color – Fujian Tianxin wore red jerseys with yellow stripes, while Ningbo Daxie Yinbo wore dark blue jerseys.

Both teams fielded their starting lineups!

Xin Xiaomeng held up her phone, the camera panning across the starting players of both sides, her tone both excited and professional:

"Family members! Today's match is about to begin!"

"For Ningbo, the focus is on number 8, Wang Ke, a former key defensive midfielder for Shanghai Shenhua in the Chinese Super League. In his youth, he was a talented player for whom a Brazilian club offered $60 to buy him outright. He's equally adept with both feet and has a knack for set pieces!"

"And Wu Bin from Fujian, wearing jersey number 18, will be going head-to-head with Wang Ke today. I can't wait!"

Clearly, she had done her homework today, and must have looked up information on the key players of both sides online.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments, and the level of excitement was even higher than the previous event.

"Finally, this defensive midfield duel is here! Wang Ke vs. Wu Bin, a veteran powerhouse versus a young dark horse!"

"Wang Ke was once selected for Zhu Guanghu's national team. Can Wu Bin hold his own?"

"If I remember correctly, it was the East Asian Games, and the Chinese national football team defeated North Korea 1-0 in the final. Chen Tao scored the goal, and Wang Ke provided the assist!"

"Wow, this is a veteran fan! He remembers it so well. But is Wang Ke really that good...?"

"Even if he's good, he's old now, otherwise he wouldn't be playing in the third division."

"Yes, that's right. Wu Bin watched the game so intently yesterday, he must have been well-prepared. I believe in him!"

Xin Xiaomeng pointed the camera at the midfield, focusing intently on Wu Bin and Wang Ke, and said with a smile:

"Look, everyone! Wu Bin and Wang Ke are already at the midfield line. They even exchanged a glance; the pressure is palpable!"

In the arena, Wu Bin calmly looked at Wang Ke in front of him.

Although 34-year-old Wang Ke is not tall, he has an upright posture, a calm gaze, and exudes the experience and composure of someone who has been on the field for a long time.

Wu Bin nodded slightly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

I watched the opponent's match yesterday, and it's clear that Wang Ke is still in good form.

Even after retiring and returning to amateur competitions, he still showed the flair of a former mainstay in the Chinese Super League.

Wang Ke also sized up the young player in front of him, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

He had already heard that this defensive midfielder, who had risen through the ranks from the amateur league, had overwhelmed former Chinese Super League striker Zhang Shuo in his first match, displaying a tough defense and amazing anticipation.

Wang Ke's lips curled up slightly, a fighting spirit rising in his heart—it had been a long time since he had encountered such an impactful young opponent.

The referee signaled to both goalkeepers and then blew his whistle.

beep—

Ningbo Daxie Yinbo kicked off first, with Wang Ke delivering the ball with a precise short pass to Cao Yulong beside him.

Ningbo Daxie Yinbo is well-versed in the art of controlling the game. Relying on solid fundamentals, with Wang Ke and Cao Yulong as the core, they began to make quick one-touch passes, trying to stabilize the rhythm and advance step by step.

This is exactly their consistent tactical style—controlling possession of the ball and slowly whittling down the opponent.

Fujian Tianxin, on the other hand, was completely different, displaying a "mad dog" style of high-pressing from the very beginning.

Wu Bin took the lead, rushing towards Cao Yulong who was in control of the ball. His eyes were focused and his steps were swift, giving the opponent no chance to adjust.

"Go for it!" Zhang Lei and Jin Rui, the two midfield teammates, followed up from the left and right, pressing hard in the attacking third. In an instant, Ningbo Daxie Yinbo's passing rhythm was completely disrupted.

"Pass the ball! Move quickly!" Wang Ke shouted in a low voice, moving quickly to receive the pass from his teammate.

His footwork was incredibly fast; he received the ball, turned, and passed it in one fluid motion, attempting to "pull" the ball away from Fujian Tianxin's pressing and regain control of the rhythm.

Just as he turned to pass the ball, Wu Bin suddenly stepped forward, his thigh straddling to block his passing route, his center of gravity lowered, sticking tightly to Wang Ke and not giving him any space to pass the ball.

"What a quick reaction!" Xin Xiaomeng clapped excitedly, the camera focused intently on the two players' confrontation. "Wu Bin is sticking to him too tightly, Wang Ke has no chance to kick the ball out at all!"

Xin Xiaomeng has now become a proper football commentator.

To become one of Bilibili's top 100 content creators and have over five million followers in the original timeline, she must have the ability to absorb new knowledge.

Don't forget that she is a regular undergraduate student at Nankai University, a prestigious 985 university!

In the past two days, she has been cramming on a lot of football knowledge and watching some match videos, so she has a basic understanding of football.

On the field.

Wang Ke frowned slightly, trying to use a feint with his feet to shake off Wu Bin.

He alternated his feet on the ball, trying to turn and get away, but Wu Bin had already anticipated his movements. His lower body was as stable as a rock. No matter how Wang Ke pushed or swayed, he stayed firmly by his side, not giving him any gap.

Wang Ke was secretly surprised – this young player's defensive positioning and physical confrontation were completely unlike those of a China League Three player.

No, let alone the China League Three and China League Two, especially Wu Bin's lower body stability, which is even better than some China League One players!

Left with no other option, Wang Ke had to pass the ball back to center-back Li Yongkui.

However, his pass was a little too weak. Wu Bin reacted quickly, took a step forward, and poked the ball away with his toe!

Li Yongkui broke out in a cold sweat and quickly cleared the ball with a long kick, which allowed Fujian Tianxin to gain possession.

"Wow, Wu Bin! That prediction was amazing! He almost intercepted the ball from Wang Ke!"

"Wang Ke must be completely bewildered! He didn't expect Wu Bin to be so persistent!"

"This is what a top-tier defensive midfield duel looks like! One wants to control the ball, the other wants to win it back—it's so exciting!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments. Xin Xiaomeng said with a smile, "Did everyone see that? Wu Bin wasn't intimidated at all. Facing a former national team player, his defense remained solid. This is truly a treasure of a defensive midfielder for our Fujian team!"

The competition on the field became increasingly intense, and the pace of the game accelerated.

Fujian Tianxin's high pressing became increasingly aggressive, while Wu Bin ran back and forth in the midfield area, covering a huge area.

Whether it's Wang Ke's short passing combinations or Cao Yulong's through balls, he often accurately anticipates and effectively intercepts them.

Moreover, he is not greedy for credit or reckless. After each interception, he can pass the ball to his teammates in the attacking third immediately, becoming the core hub of the team's offensive and defensive transitions.

Wang Ke was not discouraged and, relying on his rich experience in the game, began to adjust his tactics.

Instead of forcibly breaking through Wu Bin's defense, he kept retreating and coordinating with Cao Yulong, slowly stretching Fujian Tianxin's defensive formation through a series of one-touch passes, trying to create openings.

In the 25th minute, after receiving the ball, Wang Ke did not rush to pass it out. Instead, he pretended to pass it to the wing, attracting Wu Bin to move towards the wing. Then, he suddenly made a hidden through pass, passing the ball to the forward Zhou Bingxu.

"Oh no! It's Wang Ke's pass!" Xin Xiaomeng exclaimed in surprise, and the camera quickly turned to Zhou Bingxu.

Zhou Bingxu accelerated and sprinted towards the ball, about to create a one-on-one opportunity.

Wu Bin suddenly turned around and, with his amazing explosive power, quickly chased back. Before Zhou Bingxu could receive the ball, he slid in and intercepted it securely.

The tackle was clean and decisive, without any foul, drawing cheers from the entire audience.

Wang Ke stared blankly as Wu Bin got up from the ground.

His pass was incredibly well-concealed.

But this seemingly infallible surgical strike was intercepted by Wu Bin with a sweeping motion.

The Ningbo team is now moving forward as a whole, with the defenders pushing up to the center circle area, leaving a huge gap behind them, which is a natural running track.

Wu Bin's long pass technique wasn't very accurate, but it was passable.

After getting up, Wu Bin immediately drew his bow and nocked an arrow without hesitation!

"Zhang Lei!!" Wu Bin shouted as soon as the ball left his foot.

Swish!

Zhang Lei quickly started the engine, kicking up a flurry of grass clippings.

To be honest, Wu Bin's pass was poorly placed; it landed almost on the edge of the penalty area, very close to the goalkeeper.

But Zhang Lei's speed when he kicked off was really fast, and he charged straight at the ball.

Ningbo goalkeeper Kang Yuan also rushed towards the ball to try to clear it, but Zhang Lei was faster.

The moment the ball hit the ground, Zhang Lei slid forward with a sudden tackle, poking the ball with his toe, and then collided heavily with the goalkeeper.

Ignoring the pain, Zhang Lei looked up at the goal.

The ball continued to speed forward...

Swish!

The ball nestled steadily into the goal, and the net trembled violently!