Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

What does it feel like to have a ball smash into your face?

Sun Yang is now qualified to answer this question.

The ball came hurtling towards us with a piercing shriek, without even the slightest spin. The black and white ball rapidly magnified in our vision, completely obscuring the sky. It was too late to dodge; human reflexes simply couldn't keep up with such a projectile.

Sun Yang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the face. The cartilage in his nose was crushed, and a sharp pain shot through his brain, causing tears to flow uncontrollably.

A constant buzzing sound filled my ears. My brain lost control, and my entire body fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the grass of San Siro. Everything went black before my eyes, and countless golden stars danced and spun wildly in my vision.

That kick was too hard. This wasn't playing football; it was attempted murder.

Just when Sun Yang thought he was about to die in his dream, the whole world was suddenly engulfed in a blinding red alarm light.

The cheers from the fans in the stands abruptly ceased. Carlos, Maldini, and the others on the green field all transformed into countless pale blue data codes, drifting away in the wind.

A huge red virtual light screen appeared in the center of the sky. Synthesized electronic sounds echoed in the empty stadium.

[Warning. Host has been hit by a fatal blow.]

[The probability of concussion is 99%, and the risk of skull fracture is extremely high.]

[Highest level of vital sign protection activated. Pain receptors have been forcibly blocked. Virtual damage immunity has been activated.]

The excruciating pain on his face began to recede like a receding tide. Sun Yang lay on the grass, panting heavily, his chest heaving. He rubbed his throbbing temples and slowly sat up.

That was close. I almost lost my life in my own system.

Only then did Sun Yang belatedly feel a wave of fear. He recalled the powerful shot he had fired at the head of Union Berlin's center-back Schroederbeck in the Bundesliga.

That shot was a replica of Batistuta's long-range effort, reaching a speed of 130 kilometers per hour. Schrottbeck was immediately taken to an ambulance.

The data on the system's light screen is still continuously updating.

The test results have been generated.

Roberto Carlos's highest speed from a direct free kick in this match was calculated to be 150 kilometers per hour.

Sun Yang gasped. One hundred and fifty kilometers. This shattered the limits of his understanding of the real world.

During the Korea-Japan World Cup, Roberto Carlos's free kick against China was officially measured by FIFA to be 149 kilometers per hour. China's then-first-choice goalkeeper, Jiang Jin, didn't even have time to raise his hand before the ball crashed into the net.

Carlos wasn't lying. He completely squeezed every last bit of kinetic energy into the ball.

[The first All-Star scrimmage session has been forcibly terminated.]

The system's red alert did not dissipate; instead, the text on the screen became even larger.

[Report on Review of Violations]

[The host has been found to be frequently using the pause command during matches, intentionally interrupting the game, and forcibly demanding unauthorized technical guidance from the legendary mentor.]

This behavior severely undermines the realism and balance of the 90-minute All-Star game simulation.

The system update has been released. Emergency vulnerability patches have been initiated.

[New rule: In all future simulated matches, the host will only have one timeout and tactical consultation permission per player, whether from an opposing or friendly team. In other words, if there are four players on the court, there will only be four timeouts allowed per match.]

[No freeloading, please respect the competition.]

Sun Yang stared at the last few words and helplessly patted the grass.

The system, that money-grubbing machine, has even learned to swear. The rules are updated fast enough to completely shut down this loophole-exploiting technique. But today's move was a huge profit.

These four veterans, at the pinnacle of football, have each squeezed out their most treasured skills. These experiences are invaluable, acquired through countless matches and injuries.

Klinsmann anticipates aerial combat and uses his opponent's center of gravity to take off.

Van Basten's ability to create zero-angle shooting space and his steely ankle-locking technique.

Maldini's defensive strategy relied on the angle of the striker's shoulder to preemptively block their running routes.

And then there's Carlos's demonstration just now, abandoning all techniques and purely relying on small, quick steps and extreme backward leaning to unleash the power mechanism of a high-speed kinetic energy cannon.

If these elements were integrated even slightly into the real world, combined with his current Kanté-level physical abilities and defensive attributes, how many of his peers in the entire European league could defend against him?

[Based on the mandatory termination clause for life protection, the decision to rule this match invalid.]

The ten real-world professional esports points already deducted will be fully refunded to the host's account via the original payment method.

[Current remaining points: 24 points.]

[Host neurons are repairing damage. The dream connection will be severed upon completion. Please rest. The battle can resume after a 24-hour cooldown period.]

A blinding white light flashed before my eyes.

Sun Yang opened his eyes. His gaze slowly refocused.

A European-style chandelier on the ceiling comes into view. A faint herbal scent permeates the air.

She's really awake.

Sun Yang tried to sit up, but a strong wave of dizziness immediately hit his head. His stomach churned, and an urge to vomit surged up his throat.

The aftereffects of a real concussion. Although the system exempted him from fatal injuries, some of the intense physiological feedback was still projected into his real nervous system. Getting kicked by Carlos was no joke.

He braced himself against the edge of the mattress, catching his breath for a while. His cotton pajamas, worn close to his skin, were completely soaked with sweat and clung uncomfortably to his back.

It was already light outside. The morning sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the floor.

It was very quiet outside. There was none of the faint rumble of traffic that usually accompanies traffic on the streets.

The virus has truly brought the world to a standstill.

Sun Yang fumbled for the bedside table, picked up the glass on it, and poured half a glass of warm water. The warm water slid down his esophagus into his stomach, finally suppressing the nausea and vomiting.

He sat by the bed for more than ten minutes until the dizziness in his head completely disappeared, then he stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and changed into a clean and loose gray tracksuit.

I'm a little hungry, I should go downstairs and get something to eat.

Sun Yang slipped on his slippers and opened the bedroom door. The hallway was quiet. His uncle, Henry, would usually have fried eggs and baked bacon ready by this time.

Today, however, no food aromas wafted up.

Sun Yang slowly walked down the solid wood staircase to the first floor, where the atmosphere in the living room was somewhat heavy.

There was no fire in the fireplace. Father Sun Wu and Mother Diana sat side-by-side on the large leather sofa. A dozen or so printed English contracts were scattered haphazardly on the coffee table in front of them.

Sun Tzu's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his hands clasped together on his knees. He lacked his usual composure, and heavy dark circles were visible under his eyes.

Diana, wearing silver-rimmed blue light blocking glasses, was rapidly typing on her laptop. Her face was extremely pale, and unusually, two crushed cigarette filters lay in the ashtray beside her.

Princess Diana, who usually pays great attention to health and wellness, was found smoking at home.

"Dad. Mom. What happened?" Sun Yang asked, somewhat surprised.