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

After scoring, Haaland ran towards midfield and gave Sun Yang a bear hug that almost broke his ribs.

"Dude! That pass was like cutting up a top-grade Wagyu beef and shoving it down my throat!" Haaland laughed in a gruff voice.

This audacious goal shattered the optimistic promises Wolfsburg coach Glasner made in the locker room before the match. Trailing forced Wolfsburg to press forward relentlessly, which unfortunately fell right into Dortmund's favorite rhythm of attack and defense.

Ten minutes later, Wolfsburg crossed the ball from the right wing. The returning Hummels blocked the shot like a wall and headed it powerfully out of the penalty area.

The ball flew towards the top of the arc with a downward arc.

Sun Yang positioned himself like a precision radar, calmly controlling the ball with his chest before the opposing attacking midfielder could even make a move. The moment the ball bounced off the ground, he didn't even make a single adjustment.

My gaze swept across the grass thirty meters ahead. Wolfsburg goalkeeper Castels was positioned a bit too far forward.

The 【BatiGO】 mechanism is now activated!

Sun Yang's right thigh muscles visibly tensed, his waist and abdomen twisting wildly to gather power. His right instep slammed into the valve stem of the ball like a swinging iron hammer.

"Bang!"

A muffled thunderclap exploded on the grass.

This couldn't be called a long-range shot at all; it was a heavy cannonball fired from its barrel. The ball almost lost its spin in mid-air, dragging a bizarre parabola as it brutally slammed into the top left corner of the goal.

Castells' legs felt like lead; before he could even complete his save, all he heard was a sharp whoosh of wind. Looking back, he saw a deep dent in the net from the impact.

2 is better than 0!

Sun Yang unleashed a devastating, brutally powerful shot, shattering the already fragile mental defenses of the Wolfsburg players. On the sidelines, Glasner rubbed his bald head in anguish; his tight marking hadn't even allowed him to touch the ball, and a single step back was met with a devastating attack. How could they possibly play this game?

After switching sides, Wolfsburg, stunned by the attack, completely fell apart.

They tried to fight back desperately at home to save face, but their backcourt was left wide open.

Just ten minutes into the second half, Sun Yang made a strong interception on the right flank. His eyes were fixed on the right side of the stands, but his left hand subtly pointed towards the left side of the penalty area. The next second, he unleashed a powerful flick of the outside of his right foot.

A long, diagonal pass that went low to the ground!

The ball traced a dazzling arc across the grass, perfectly bypassing Wolfsburg's entire defense. Brandt, making a late run, didn't even need to slow down; facing the onrushing goalkeeper, he easily slotted the ball into the far corner. 3-0!

The second half of the match turned into a full-fledged half-court offensive and defensive drill for Dortmund.

Sun Yang twice pulled the ball back and dropped his shoulder in the middle, leaving Wolfsburg's defensive midfielder Arnold completely bewildered, before delivering a pinpoint through ball. Haaland beat the offside trap, burst into the penalty area like a runaway steamroller, and unleashed a powerful left-footed shot to score again. 4-0!

As the game neared its end, Wolfsburg had adopted a "strolling defense" as a cover. Sun Yang casually dribbled past two defenders in the attacking third, spotting an opening in the middle out of the corner of his eye, and casually flicked his right ankle.

Haaland, unmarked, arrived at the last minute and unleashed a powerful shot, sealing the score.

5 is better than 0!

Another hat-trick! For this Norwegian wonderkid, scoring in the Bundesliga seems easier than breathing.

Just ninety minutes into the game, the referee blew the final whistle. A deathly silence fell over the Volkswagen Arena, with Wolfsburg players slumped in rows on the grass. Meanwhile, the Dortmund bench erupted into a sea of ​​jubilation.

Sun Yang walked to the sidelines and gave head coach Favre a high five.

"Well done, Sun. Your long-range shot should be on display in Munich's art museum." The old man grinned from ear to ear.

……

The bus drove overnight to Dortmund.

Inside the train carriage, the players were all scrolling through their phones, and the atmosphere was somewhat excited.

All Bundesliga matches concluded this round. In the standings, Bayern Munich thrashed Eintracht Frankfurt 5-2 at home. Borussia Dortmund remains neck and neck, trailing by three points.

But the top scorers and assists statistics caused a tsunami that night.

Lewandowski's goal tally has reached 26, maintaining his lead. However, Haaland, who has scored hat-tricks in consecutive matches, has seen his season goal tally soar to 21!

A five-goal difference! With only a few rounds left in the league, the Golden Boot, which was initially considered a sure thing for Lewandowski, was brutally fought off by Dortmund's unstoppable duo. Even more chilling is that Sun Yang racked up three assists in this match, bringing his season total to 20, surpassing Bayern Munich's Müller to claim the Bundesliga's all-time assist title!

He's essentially cheating by having full map vision, forcibly pushing Haaland onto the Golden Boot throne.

In the back of the carriage, Haaland was holding a tablet computer, the screen of which was playing a recording of Bayern Munich's post-match press conference.

The current Bayern Munich coach, Flick, looked stern.

"Dortmund are in really good form lately, those two young guys are very energetic," Flick said, his tone carrying Bayern's characteristic arrogance. "But they have to face reality, this is the Bundesliga. Bayern won't give up the salad plate. In four days, we'll put an end to all this suspense in Westphalia."

The camera cuts to Lewandowski.

The Polish striker straightened his collar and spoke calmly into the microphone:

"Haaland is a dangerous finisher. But he wants the Golden Boot? He's a long way off. I'll show them with my goals who the only true ruler of this league is."

The progress bar has finished playing.

The bus, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, fell silent instantly. Veterans like Hummels and Witsel in the front rows turned around, looking worriedly at those in the back.

Four days later, on May 27th, the German Derby will take place! Borussia Dortmund will host Bayern Munich in a fierce battle!

If they manage to upset Bayern Munich at home, the two teams will be tied on points. That means the championship will be decided by goal difference!

Haaland slammed the tablet onto the empty seat next to him, his heavy breathing like that of a bull in heat. He turned his head, his eyes gleaming with an eerie green light, and stared intently at Sun Yang.

"Brother, that old Polish bastard says I'm still a long way off." Haaland's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "In four days, I'm going to smash the ball in his face myself."

Sun Yang leaned back in his chair, watching the highway lights rushing past outside the window, without even changing his posture.

"You're in charge of scoring the goal," Sun Yang said casually, as if discussing tomorrow's breakfast.

Then, he straightened up and glanced at the pairs of eyes staring at him in the carriage.

"Brothers, for the next four days, control your diet and don't eat too much."

"Save some room in your stomach. We'll have Munich sausages at home in four days."