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

Thirty minutes later, the sunlight at the Blakel training ground was blindingly white.

Terčić deployed a 4-2-3-1 attacking formation. This is a "mad dog" tactic that best unleashes the short-range bursts of Dortmund's forwards.

The intense 11-on-11 group competition has begun.

Sun Yang, wearing a yellow vest symbolizing the main force, sat in the attacking midfield position. Behind him was veteran Witsel leading rookie Bellingham in a double defensive midfield role, while in front of him was a "Haaland tank" ready to pounce.

The opposing Red Team was no pushover either, with Emre Can and Delaney forming the Bundesliga's most infamous "meat grinder double pivot" and ready to fight.

"Jude! Get the ball out! Don't let it stick to your feet!" A deafening roar came from the sidelines.

In the backfield, Bellingham had just received a pass from Hummels. He instinctively stepped on the ball, relying on muscle memory developed in the Championship, trying to use his body to hold it off first before slowly observing the forward runs.

But this is a battleground for Bundesliga giants.

Emre Can of the Red Team, like a Siberian wolf smelling blood, pounced with a gust of wind. Completely ruthless, he brutally ground his shoulder blade into Bellingham's ribs.

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

Bellingham was thrown off balance by the force of the impact and stumbled. Before he could adjust his pace, Delaney, who was lying in wait, decisively poked the ball away.

The red team launched two quick passes on the spot, almost scoring a goal.

Five minutes later, possession returned to the Yellow team's half.

Hummels, in the back line, unleashed a low, 30-meter long pass, aiming directly at Sun Yang near the center circle.

The ball was incredibly fast, with a strong downward arc, heading straight for Sun Yang's knee height.

Just as the ball flew in, defensive stalwart Delaney clung to Sun Yang like a leech, his thick chest pressing directly against Sun Yang's back, his legs straining as he tried to disrupt Sun Yang's lower body balance the moment he touched the ball.

Bellingham, who had just been taught a lesson, and Moukoko, who were standing nearby, were both watching this scene closely. This kind of half-high ball, with a strong man weighing over 100 pounds hanging behind him, is simply impossible to handle in the Championship. You either have to head the ball on or forcefully shield the ball and get kicked.

But Sun Yang didn't even turn his head.

In his mind, the elegant figure of the Ice Prince Bergkamp flashed by in the system space—[Century Turn].

Sun Yang extended his right foot to meet the high-speed ball. The instant his shoe made contact with the ball, his ankle relaxed as if its bones had been instantly removed.

Unload.

Adsorption.

The unruly ball was tamed and obediently nestled against the outside of his right foot.

Then, a scene that sent chills down everyone's spines unfolded. Sun Yang didn't choose the conventional method of turning his back to defend. Instead, using his left foot, which was embedded in the grass, as a pivot, he used the brute force of the Draenei's ferocious charge from behind to perform a ghostly 180-degree spin to the left and back.

Use someone's strength against them!

The Delaney's frantic charge from behind was all for naught. Without the support of Sun Yang's back, his massive body lurched forward, landing face-first in a pathetic fashion.

Stop the ball, turn, and dribble past the opponent.

It flowed smoothly and was completed in one go!

Sun Yang, having smeared the defense, didn't even glance up. His freakish talent for hitting exactly where he pointed was activated. He flicked his left index finger towards the right side of the Red Team's penalty area, and with the instep of his right foot like a loaded sniper rifle, he delivered a clean and decisive through ball.

The ball skimmed the grass like a precise scalpel, narrowly missing the less than half-meter gap between the two center-backs.

"They're here!"

Haaland strode forward, his massive frame executing a perfect, powerful offside trap. One-on-one with the goalkeeper, he unleashed a powerful left-footed shot into the top corner.

"Beautiful turn!" The assistant coach on the sidelines was so excited that he smashed his tactics book.

Bellingham swallowed hard in the backfield, a chill running down his spine. That incredible touch, completed in a tight space amidst a physical battle, completely exceeded this English genius's understanding of the physical rules of football.

The yellow team, having scored a goal, slowly retreated to their own half.

Sun Yang jogged past the still-shaken Bellingham.

"See that?" Sun Yang pointed to his temple. "You have to think faster than your opponent's feet. Plan your next move in advance and let the ball lead the way."

He paused, glancing at the kid: "Relying on your body to tough it out is something only a brainless idiot would do. Welcome to the Bundesliga."

Bellingham took a deep breath, forcefully wiped the sweat from his chin, and looked at Sun Yang with eyes that utterly shattered the arrogance of his English heritage, leaving only genuine admiration.

……

Over the next two weeks, Dortmund arranged two pre-match warm-up games in quick succession.

The opening match against Austria Vienna turned into a predictable half-court attack and defense drill. Haaland, who had been rested for three weeks, scored three goals in the first half and was essentially out of the game. Sun Yang, who only played 45 minutes, strolled around effortlessly, delivering three incredibly precise through balls for assists.

11:2.

This exaggerated scoreboard blatantly proclaims to all of Europe the terrifying destructive power of the Hornets' frontcourt attack.

The second match is against Dutch Eredivisie team Sparta Rotterdam.

Terčić took the opportunity to make extensive substitutions, focusing on assessing the cohesion of the substitutes. Sun Yang came on in the last twenty minutes and immediately unleashed a powerful free kick from thirty meters out, tearing the net open and securing a clean 2-1 victory.

After finishing last in two warm-up matches, the team's muscle memory and cardiopulmonary function, which had been dormant for three weeks during the break, have fully recovered.

In this new system with Sun Yang as the sole brain, Borussia Dortmund, this heavily armed machine, has finally shifted into top gear. He is like a precise gearbox, perfectly fitting teammates with different styles into their most lethal positions, like pieces of a puzzle.

In mid-September, the first round of the German Cup kicked off.

Borussia Dortmund are heading to Duisburg, a third-division team, for an away game.

As evening fell, Dortmund's striking yellow and black bus slowly drove into the passageway of the MSV Arena.

Although restrictions have been imposed and large sections of the stands remain empty, this season has at least loosened the restrictions, allowing some fans to enter at intervals. For the players who have been cooped up for so long, this is the most exciting boost they've received in the past six months.

As soon as the bus came to a stop, dozens of fans outside the guardrail were already waving their scarves frantically.

Sun Yang, carrying his sneakers, was the first to step out of the car.

"Sun! Look over here! Look over here!" A little boy wearing an oversized Dortmund jersey leaned on the railing and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Sun Yang walked over, smiling as he signed his name on the back of the jersey. Having not heard such unrestrained roars from fans in a long time, Sun Yang felt goosebumps rise on his back, and his blood rushed uncontrollably through his veins.

An empty stadium with only the sound of wind can turn a genius into stagnant water. Now, those exciting noises are finally back.