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In the 35th minute, Conca attempted a through ball in the middle, but it was intercepted.

In the 38th minute, Muriqui broke through on the right and crossed the ball, but Elkeson's header went over the bar.

In the 40th minute, Wu Shi combined with Sun Xiang on the left wing and cut inside, but was immediately surrounded by three players and the ball was intercepted.

【系统提示：半场即将结束。当前任务进度：传球成功率71.8%（目标75%），创造得分机会1次（目标3次），成功防守对抗0次（目标2次）。团队状态：焦虑。】

Wu Shi felt a burning sensation in his chest.

It wasn't a matter of physical strength, but rather the frustration of having no way to exert one's strength—along with the humiliation of being provoked, knocked down, and drowned out by boos—all of it was stuck in my chest.

In the 43rd minute, the opportunity finally arrived.

After breaking free of his defender in midfield, Conca passed the ball to the left wing, where Wu Shi received it at the left edge of the penalty area.

The Liaoning FC defensive midfielder immediately closed in, using his body to block his turning path.

[System Real-Time Analysis: The Best Choice at Present]

[A. Backing the ball to the goalkeeper, then passing it back to Sun Xiang who is making a run into the box (92% success rate)]

[B. Feint and turn, attempting to pass to Muriqui on the open right flank (68% success rate)]

[C. Forced turn and shot (success rate 19%) - Not recommended! The defender has already blocked the shooting angle!]

The moment Wu Shi received the ball, he glanced at the goal out of the corner of his eye.

Distance: Approximately 23 meters.

Angle: Approximately 30 degrees to the left.

Goalkeeper position: slightly to the right.

This position was all too familiar—in his own training simulations, he had stood in almost the same spot and kicked countless free kicks.

Although it's not a dead ball situation now, and although there are defenders blocking in front of me, that muscle memory has already been etched into my body.

More importantly, the tightness in my chest needs an outlet.

"Pass it back!" Sun Xiang shouted from behind.

With his back to the defender, Wu Shi gently flicked the ball to the left with his left foot, creating half a step of shooting space for himself.

The Liaoning defender was clearly caught off guard by his shot from that position and was momentarily stunned.

That one moment is enough.

Wu Shi turned halfway, leaned his body to the left, and slammed his right outside of his foot into the football!

After leaving the ground, the ball initially follows a slight outward spin trajectory, then rapidly inward spins in the air—

It drew a strange arc, bypassed the pressing defender, and headed straight for the top right corner of the goal!

The Liaoning goalkeeper made a diving save, his fingertips touching the ball—but the spin was too strong, and the ball changed direction after being touched, still finding its way into the net!

1: 1!

Goal!

The entire stadium fell silent for a second, then erupted in even louder boos—but this time, the boos were mixed with incredulous gasps.

Wu Shi was stunned for a second before realizing that he had scored a goal.

Instead of celebrating, he turned around and fixed his gaze on the Liaoning FC right-back who had been provoking him.

He raised his right hand, gently tapped his temple with his index finger, and then pointed at the other person.

His gaze was calm, but the meaning was clear: I use my brain to play football, what about you?

The opposing defender looked ashen-faced.

At this point, the Evergrande team members rushed up and tackled him to the ground.

"Amazing! How did that goal go in?!" Muriqui shouted in broken Chinese, clutching his head.

"Arc! That arc is amazing! Wu Shi, you're a monster (his teammate told him that 'monster' is a compliment for someone's skill)." Conca was also unusually excited, and his Chinese became even more broken.

Sun Xiang was the last to run over and vigorously ruffled Wu Shi's hair:

"That's right! That's how you respond!"

[System Notification: Long-range goal (curved shot from outside the penalty area). Technical Rating: A. Luck Boost: High. Overall Score: 9.1/10.]

[The system's voice paused for an unusual two seconds: ...This shot was illogical. According to data analysis, the success rate shouldn't exceed 20%. But you did it.]

[But don't get too cocky. How many of those incredible goals can you score in a lifetime? Next time, you still need to pass the ball—even though this result was certainly satisfying.]

Wu Shi got up and saw the Liaoning football players' expressions—from arrogance to astonishment.

The right-back stared at the ball in the goal, then looked at Wu Shi with a complicated expression.

Zheng Zhi ran over and patted him hard on the back:

"Awesome! But you'd better watch out now, they'll be watching you like the plague."

Sure enough, after the restart, Takeshi immediately sensed the change.

Whenever he gets the ball, at least two people will double-team him, and their actions will become even more aggressive.

In the 45th minute, Wu Shi received the ball in midfield. As soon as he turned around, Liaoning FC's defensive midfielder brought him down with a scissor kick.

"Beep—!" The referee blew his whistle, issuing a yellow card.

Wu Shi rolled on the ground, feeling a scrape on his ankle. He gritted his teeth and stood up, indicating that he was alright.

With one minute of added time, Evergrande won a free kick in the attacking third. Wu Shi stepped up to the ball again, but this time Liaoning formed a five-man wall, with the goalkeeper marking him closely.

The ball was kicked out, but blocked by the wall of players.

The first half ended with the final whistle.

1: 1.

On the way back to the locker room, the boos were still deafening.

But this time, Wu Shi raised his head and looked directly at the angry home fans.

As he walked through the players' tunnel, the Liaoning FC right-back walked ahead of him, glanced back at him, and said nothing.

A hellish home ground?

He just stole a point from here in the most unreasonable way.

The tightness in his chest was finally released a little as his foot traced an arc.

[First Half Statistics:]

[Touches: 22]

Successful passes: 16 (72.7% success rate)

[Goals: 1]

Key Pass: 1

[Violated: 4 times]

【任务进度更新：传球成功率72.7%（目标75%），创造得分机会2次（目标3次），成功防守对抗0次（目标2次）。】

Pushing open the locker room door, Lippi was already standing in front of the tactics board.

The old man looked at Wu Shi and nodded: "That shot was beautiful."

Then, turning to the whole team, he said, "But 1-1 isn't enough. We need to win. In the second half, they'll focus on marking Wu Shi—that's our chance."

Wu Shi sat down and took the ice pack from the team doctor, applying it to his ankle.

The system's voice sounded in my mind:

[Half-time rating: 7.9/10. The goal salvaged your rating, but the defense remains subpar. Emotional control: You nearly lost control in the 11th minute of the first half, point deduction.]

[Special reminder: The opposing team will defend you more aggressively in the second half. Recommendation: Reduce dribbling, increase off-the-ball movement, draw defenders away, and create space for your teammates.]

Wu Shi closed his eyes.

When the whistle blew at the start of the second half, Wu Shi felt a slight twitch in his left leg muscles.

This was a stress reaction after being fouled multiple times in the first half. He took a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate.

Liaoning FC's tactical adjustment was simple and direct: assign two players to specifically mark Wu Shi. One would mark him closely, and the other would provide support, sticking to him like glue.

Whenever Wu Shi gets the ball, there is immediate physical contact; whenever he tries to break through, there will be pulling or other dirty tricks.

In the 51st minute, Wu Shi received the ball on the left wing. Just as he turned around, Liaoning FC's right-back's knee "accidentally" hit the outside of his thigh.

The referee held his whistle in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then didn't blow it.

[System: Minor foul, not serious, but disgusting. The referee will not stop the match for this kind of action—unless you fall to the ground.]

Wu Shi gritted his teeth and continued to move around.