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Chapter 410 Everyone felt indignant for Manelli, but were collectively stunned when they saw the truth.
Faced with pressure from Manelli, the world's best football star, and the strange smirks of Li Ji and his companion.

The bald referee also seemed somewhat unsure of himself, and he asked the video assistant referee while holding his earpiece.

Upon seeing this, the commentator exclaimed excitedly, "The referee actually thinks Manelli dived! As far as I know, Manelli has indeed been involved in some diving controversies, but in my memory, he rarely gets a card for diving. How could he possibly dive in a game against a semi-professional team like this! The referee really needs to take a good look at the replay."

The crowd erupted in uproar, shouting and putting pressure on the referee.

An Asian woman wearing a black Hamburger FC jersey was also shouting, "Foul! Foul!"

The Hamburg fans around her looked at her with surprise.

"Whose side are you from? And who are you?"

The woman said frankly, "I am Wang's mother."

Wang is the long-haired Asian man who was replaced by Milia.

"Then you don't support your son?"

"But I'm a Manelli girl too."

She lifted her jersey, revealing a blue Royals jersey underneath, with the number 10 and Manelli's name written on the back.

"Who wouldn't like the other teams from Royal Cosmic Tower? Don't you like them?"

Everyone looked at each other.

They said awkwardly, "Actually, we like it quite a bit too."

"But I am a Romanian girl."

"I am the Kudo boy."

"I like Romero."

Everyone spontaneously lifted their Hamburger SV jerseys to reveal the blue Royals jerseys underneath.

Everyone was in the same boat; they all planned to take off their shirts and ask the Royals for autographs after the match.

The club president, old John, looked at everyone with a surprised expression: "How could you do this?"

"Uncle John, stop pretending. I saw you practicing your autograph talk with Manelli at the burger shop yesterday. You practiced it seventeen times. You were wearing something underneath, weren't you?"

The man lifted Old John's jersey, revealing his white, wrinkled old skin.

Startled, he quickly pulled his clothes back up, and everyone covered their eyes as if they had seen something dirty.

Why are you naked inside?

Old John: "What else?"

"So you've practiced for so long to get an autograph, where do you plan to have him sign it?"

“On the jersey he swapped with my son.”

Everyone glanced at the big, fat John, who was already panting heavily five minutes into the show.

The phrase "He won't swap jerseys with your son" was on everyone's lips, but no one could say it out loud.

"Although our hearts are with Hamburg, I don't think Manelli would dive against our rabble," said Mrs. Wang, wearing a Royals jersey.

"Your heart doesn't seem to be here."

"It must have been my son who pulled him."

Your heart isn't in this at all!

Everyone chimed in, "That's right, the referee definitely didn't see it clearly. Old John, did you bribe the referee?"

Old John said awkwardly, "I've thought about it."

"drop--"

The whistle blew again, and all eyes were once again on the referee. He pointed to the Royal team's goal, indicating that possession belonged to Hamburg, and upheld the original decision, giving Manelli a yellow card for diving.

The whole place was in an uproar.

Wang's mother leaned on the railing, shouting indignantly, "It was my son who fouled! Manelli did nothing wrong! Referee, do you even know what a 'black whistle' is?!"

Manelli spread his hands in surprise, looking around blankly.

His teammates shouted angrily and tried to argue with the referee.

"How could Manelli dive in a match like this? It's not the Champions League or the World Cup. Is the referee mistaken?!"

Even the big fat John spread his hands in surprise: "Manelli couldn't possibly have faked a fall!" Lee asked, puzzled, "Whose side are you on?"

"Actually, I'm a Manelli fan."

"You're here to chase after your idol? We're in a competition!"

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit exhausted and my mind is a mess."

"The game has only been going on for five minutes."

"Only five minutes? This is the pace of a top team, the energy expenditure is just too great."

“I counted, you only ran 73 steps in total.”

The referee was surrounded and pressured by the Royals players, so he pointed outside the field and decided to review the video himself.

The commentator in the stands said, "The head coach is watching the video himself, and we can see the footage on the big screen now."

When everyone saw the footage of the match, the entire stadium erupted in an uproar.

In the scene, after being thrown off by Manelli, Milia stood rooted to the spot like a wooden stake, even clutching her chest with both hands, only her calves briefly brushing against Manelli's. Then Manelli fell directly to the ground.

Everyone could see that Milia made no move that could interfere with Manelli's actions, unless his leg hairs could tug-of-war.

The commentator was momentarily speechless: "From this angle, it doesn't look like a defensive foul."

The director thoughtfully switched between three angled shots with no blind spots and ultra-slow playback.

The male commentator, Cook, was even more embarrassed: "It seems that Manelli did indeed fake the fall. But it looked so realistic."

The female commentator, Jenny, asked, "Could it be that he slipped and fell?"

"It doesn't look like it. Judging from Manelli's coordination, it's unlikely that he slipped on his own, and he even asked the referee for a penalty after getting up. This behavior is more like a dive."

"I didn't expect Manelli to dive, but isn't it a waste of his talent to dive in a match like this?"

Cook tried to justify himself, saying, "It's all about breaking the winning streak record. Flopping is a technique on the court. It can be used reasonably, after all, you're the one taking the risk. People are ambitious when faced with the temptation of a record."

The referee returned to the field and upheld the original decision.

The audience was completely silent.

The entire Hamburg team cheered.

Manelli stared blankly at the replay of his dunk on the big screen, looking as melancholy as a teenage boy heartbroken over a failed relationship; his heart was heavy.

He muttered to himself, feeling utterly wronged, "I didn't fake the fall."

His teammate Romani patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's all over now."

"I didn't fake a fall! I couldn't possibly fake a fall!"

"It's okay. It's all about winning. I understand. It's not the first time. Everyone's been there."

"I really didn't fake a fall this time!"

"Alright, alright, you didn't fake a fall, it was a biased call, okay?"

Manelli stared wide-eyed at his teammates' helpless expressions, feeling so wronged he wanted to tear his heart out and show it to them.

He heard the head coach yelling at him from the sidelines: "Manelli, what are you doing? You don't need to dive in a game like this!"

"I really didn't!"

He stared at the video on the big screen, feeling somewhat dazed.

"It really looks like he's faking a fall? But I felt him pull me? He couldn't have used his leg hair, could he?"

Lee Ki prepares to serve, and he and Milia exchange a smile.

"The training results are good."

Milia touched her calf: "He's so strong, I feel like my mucous membrane is going to be torn apart."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lee Ki was about to serve when he looked ahead but still couldn't find anyone capable of receiving the ball.

Right now, with just himself and Milia, they can barely hold off the opponent's attack, but they can't even keep the ball and have no chance to attack at all.

Just as he was at his wit's end, Delulu walked up to him, bared her teeth, and shouted, "Give me the ball, meow!"

(End of this chapter)