Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

Due to a last-minute substitution issue, HuMing was to play as a forward.

Everyone believed that if HuMing stayed in the backfield, they might lose several more goals to their opponent.

And putting him up front, no one would bother with him even if he strolled around.

High school soccer games were not particularly strict. It was to the point where offsides were virtually non-existent.

Regardless of the situation, if there's a ball in front of them, kick.

The game resumed.

HuMing marked one of the opponents on the field, but he appeared relaxed and carefree.

However, the player HuMing was marking felt he was stuck to him like chewing gum, unable to shake him off. HuMing always seemed to be in the right place when he had the opportunity to receive the ball.

He was becoming increasingly annoyed by this. He had grown tired of being repulsed by HuMing in the past, and now, in their current situation, why did he have to be once again under HuMing's control?

He obviously couldn't accept this!

Thinking so, he signaled to his teammate for the ball.

The teammate with the ball understood his intention, and with just one kick, the ball reached the opposite side of the field. The marked player did his best to run towards it despite being entangled by HuMing.

He had already envisioned himself getting past HuMing and kicking the ball into the goal.

But a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

He didn't know when, but HuMing had already positioned himself where the ball would land, and he was looking at him with a teasingly smile and said,

"Are you thinking about scoring? It's okay. I was as well."

The ball landed accurately at HuMing's feet. Immediately, HuMing kicked the ball back to the backfield, where a teammate was already waiting to assist.

Everyone was amazed by this scene.

Han ShuYi was also puzzled by HuMing's actions. It was because he could see that HuMing's movements were very swift and decisive without any hesitation.

ShuYi thought so, but he had no intention of defending because several defenders were in the backfield.

The person who received HuMing's pass hadn't expected him to intercept the ball. So, while cushioning the ball, he accidentally stopped it too much.

By the time he had the ball under control and was preparing to enter the penalty area, several opponents had already surrounded him.

"Forget it, shoot!"

He gritted his teeth and kicked the ball directly toward the goal.

A straight shot, but the goalkeeper blocked it, and the ball flew to the other side.

Just as the goalkeeper was about to taunt the opponent, he heard Han ShuYi shouting from a distance,

"Watch out!"

He instinctively turned around, only to see a shadow pass by the corner of his eye. Then he saw the opponent widening his arms to maintain balance and raising his right foot.

He witnessed this scene clearly, but his body felt stunned, completely unresponsive, frozen in place.

The ball whistled past his ear and then landed in the net.

The people, waiting to see a show, were now taken aback by what they saw.

Only Ye QiuXue smiled happily, raising her eyebrows slightly.

'HuMing, well done!'

Han ShuYi was dumbfounded as well. He had intended to humiliate HuMing, but to his disbelief, that guy scored the first goal!

From the counterattack to the goal, he was involved in every aspect of the game. It was clear to anyone with a keen eye that this was Hu Ming's credit!

The rest of the students also fell silent. The students playing basketball came to a halt.

One by one, the crowd gathered at the edge of the soccer field, witnessing the score change before their very eyes. It was HuMing, the person they had once regarded as a clown, who single-handedly turned the game around.

HuMing jogged to the front of the goal under everyone's gaze, picked up the ball, and walked toward the center circle.

"Class is almost over. Get the game going."

Hearing his words, everyone had only one thought:

Is he crazy? Does he still want to win?

...

On the pitch, only the strongest are respected.

Once regarded as insignificant, HuMing has now become an extraordinary person in their eyes.

However, following the concession of a goal, Han ShuYi rallied his classmates and launched a fierce attack on HuMing's goal.

They originally intended to dominate the game, particularly with HuMing on the field. But who would have thought HuMing would goal?!

How could they accept this?

On HuMing's side, they were completely drained from defending, leaving them with no strength to launch any offensive.

However, since before, HuMing had been closely marking Han ShuYi.

"HuMing, scoring one goal is already good enough. There's honor in defeat." Han ShuYi said with a hint of joy as if victory was assured.

Hearing so, HuMing couldn't help but chuckle softly and said,

"You know, you're just too confident in everything you do. Confidence is good, but you should also consider whether you have the strength to back it up."

Before they could finish their conversation, someone suddenly shouted,

"Charge!"

Only to see HuMing's teammate intercept the ball and rush down the sideline, with all players following behind.

Only Han ShuYi and HuMing continued to confront each other head-on.

Han ShuYi clenched his teeth, his expression now fierce. He had expected HuMing to be easily defeated, but now he felt he was the one struggling to hold on!

They both charged into the penalty area, but, at the same time, the person on the sideline couldn't withstand the defenders' pressure.

And upon seeing HuMing in the center, he instinctively kicked the ball toward him.

However, as soon as he did, he regretted it because Han ShuYi was also near HuMing.

There's a risk of losing the ball!

...

As the ball hurtled towards them, Han ShuYi pressed towards HuMing. If ShuYi managed to prevent HuMing from controlling the ball, his defensive efforts would be a success.

As anticipated, HuMing subtly adjusted his stance to receive the ball; carefully, Han ShuYi made a calculated attempt to throw him off balance.

The ball bounced off HuMing's toe.

Han ShuYi was about to kick to disrupt the play, but HuMing was quicker and flicked the ball up.

Then, an unforgettable scene unfolded before Han ShuYi.

He watched as HuMing, after flicking the ball up, bent back in a quick motion and pressed down his left leg. Following that, his right leg swung up!

"BOOM!"

A dull sound exploded in his ears.

He could only helplessly watch as HuMing kicked the ball straight through the goal!

A second goal!!!

Everyone on the field, including the teachers blowing the whistle from the sidelines, was stunned.

Can such movements really be done by a high schooler?

Meanwhile, HuMing got up from the ground and looked at Han ShuYi, who was still in disbelief.

His expression was like that of a circus clown, laughable.

"Do you think it will be the end with just a draw?"

Leaving these words in Han ShuYi's ears, HuMing ran to retrieve the ball from the goal.

At this moment, everyone realized:

HuMing was really determined to win!