199 Are You Satisfied Now?

"Now who’s the shameless one?!"

Charles stood out. He was shameless enough to put on a righteous expression and accuse the other side. "Where is your game spirit? Where is your shame?"

"It’s a good strategy if it helps us win!" James yelled back from behind the human wall. It was clear he did not care about his integrity anymore. He could not help it—he had been forced to do so. Especially since the authorities had sent the message, he had to do it, no matter how shameless it was.

What would he do if he could not graduate? Would he be held back a year in a prestigious school like the Royal Academy of Music? No, he would be looked down upon no matter where he went if this was included in his record!

If he would be looked down upon no matter what he did, he would choose the one that did not affect his future. The other side had done it first after all, so it was not as stressful if he continued.

Seeing that the other side had gone full out, Ye Qingxuan was a bit dazed. He glanced at Bench Guy. "Any solutions?"

"…You think I’m that weird blue cat from children’s bedtime stories?" Bench Guy glanced at him in annoyance. "The most famous technique from Modifications is divided coherence. Even someone from the musician level won’t be able to get rid of that steel shield made by the dozen of them. Do you want me to go over, ignite the aether within me and die with them?" The moment he uttered those words, he regretted it because both Ye Qingxuan and Charles’s eyes brightened.

"That’s…a good idea!"

"Bench Guy, we won’t stop you since you’re willing to sacrifice yourself. We’ll miss you!"

Bench Guy roared, "Is it not enough that I slave for you all? You want my life too? Where’s your humanity?"

"Society doesn’t even care about shame anymore. Why do we still need humanity? Is it edible?" Charles shrugged and eyed the "ring" coming for the goal. He could not help but sigh. "So all we can do is get out of the way?"

Bench Guy nodded. "If you don’t want to get trampled by the wall."

"I can’t believe someone as invincible as me is going to fail before this human tank!" Charles sighed and gritted his teeth as he stamped his feet. "D*mmit, referee! We think this game…"

"Wait!" Ye Qingxuan uttered, cutting him off. He squatted in the forbidden zone in front of the goal and stared at the steel wall advancing toward him. His eyes changed but hesitated. "Let me think, there’s still a solution. There must be a solution…"

He used his peripheral vision to stare at the ten-year-old rule booklet in the referee’s hand and racked his brain, ignoring the fact that the steel wall was going to trample him. It was not the time to surrender yet. There was still a way.

If they lost now, there would be no room to struggle later. If they surrendered in every game, his points would be sapped dry from these continuous games. He might even go into the negatives.

If the opponent was more ruthless and requested for the wager of double the amount of points, the history department, already close to the edge, would be pushed to the brink of death.

That d*mn school board, d*mn graduation trials, d*mn game rules from ten years ago…Wait…ten years ago? Ye Qingxuan stared at the steel wall formation that would soon be on him and his eyes lit up.

"Hey, James," he called.

"Begging for mercy now?!" James controlled the ball and advanced without hesitation. His voice was hoarse yet full of hatred. "Too late! It was already too late the moment you humiliated me and the School of Modifications!"

"That’s why I’m so annoyed at people who only look at others and not themselves." Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed. "I just wanted to ask that you’ve read the game rules, right?"

"So what?!" James roared. His eyes grew cold. "Hurry up and run over this Eastern b*stard!"

Seeing that the Modifications players were about to roll into the forbidden zone and crush toward him, Ye Qingxuan could not help but laugh. "Old Phil, you’re turn!"

As soon as he spoke, he picked up the confused Old Phil and tossed it. The heavy golden dog bit him in the last moment, causing him to roll on the ground in pain. But Old Phil actually flew through the air in a short arc. He went past the Modifications steel wall and went within their ring.

The next moment, James felt the sunlight above him dim. The falling Old Phil flipped with agility and landed before him. Before he could raise his foot, Old Phil fell with its back to the ground and whined. It began rolling on the ground, like a total mucker.

Fraud! This was fraud!

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan had made such a shameless and despicable action, James roared, "Ye! Qing! Xuan! You think this can stop us?!"

But Ye Qingxuan remained calm. He glanced at the steel wall that was almost to his face and raised a hand slowly. "Referee! Someone fouled!"

A sharp whistle sounded abruptly and everything on the field froze. All was forced to a stop, including James’s shocked expression.

"I…what did I do?" He gaped at the referee, his expression changing. "No, the ring strategy became illegal two years ago! It’s not a foul! Referee, did you see wrong?!"

The referee’s expression was helpless and he shook his head slowly. He watched since the beginning as James fell into the trap. Even if he was biased, he did not know how to help James now.

"Are you entirely clueless as to what you did wrong?" Ye Qingxuan looked down at the white line under James’s feet and sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn’t choose to hit the goalie within the forbidden zone."

Yellow card. The referee held up a yellow card and unfroze the field. He gazed at the players rooted to their spots and grew more upset. Why were they so hopeless?

"What are you still waiting for? Restart the game!" The referee huffed and turned to leave. "F*ck them, I don’t care anymore!" he thought.

James’s expression twitched. He glanced at the dog with a mouth of sharp teeth and resisted the urge to kick it. Extremely grudgingly, he retreated and handed the ball over to Ye Qingxuan’s team.

But before he had even made a few steps, he saw the strange smile on Ye Qingxuan’s face. James’s expression changed quickly. "F*ck."

Before he could even make a sound, he saw Ye Qingxuan’s body move and step forward quickly. Then he punted the ball forward!

A long shot!

The soccer ball flew past the Modifications team in an instant. Charles and others had already gone to the back. The ball landed and rolled between their feet, going directly toward the Modifications goal.

There should have been defense players there, but because of their own strategy, all Modifications players were still standing before Ye Qingxuan’s goal…Behind them was an empty field. It was empty of any defense—there was not even a goalie! It was practically an open door.

Without time to say anything, James’s team rushed back to defend their goal. Thankfully, the history department had not reached midfield yet. They could still catch up…

But suddenly, a yellow blur flashed past them, fast as lightning. It caught up with the ball instantly and rushed toward the empty goal.

It was that dog!

No one could have guessed that Old Phil, who had been lying on the ground like a dead dog, would suddenly jump up and go for the ball. The people were slow, but that did not mean a dog could not catch up.

Had anyone ever met a person who could run faster than a dog? And this dog was not a Chihuahua raised by an aristocrat for entertainment. One could see from its bone structure that this dog was a natural hunting dog. Not even a fox could escape from it, let alone a ball.

"Block it!" James’s eyes twitched and he pulled out his instrument, ready to cast a melody and music notes, but he did not expect Ye Qingxuan’s sudden hands.

"What’s the hurry? You just got here, don’t leave yet." Ye Qingxuan stood before James and waved his right hand. Thick fog appeared out of thin air and blinded them. His left hand shot out five rays of frost, blocking their path. If James had not dodged quickly, he would have fallen victim to the surprise attack!

During the moment of disturbance, Bench Guy stood before Old Phil, showing that he would block all their attacks and protect the dog the entire way. Seeing that Old Phil was getting further and further away, James panicked.

"It—it…isn’t it the goalie?"

"Oh, look at you." Ye Qingxuan could not help but whistle. His smiling face was truly infuriating. "It’s a goalie, but it dreams of being the offense too."

The gears in James’s brain whirred. There was a flash of light in his panic and he yelled, "Objection! Objection! That dog fouled!" He could not help but laugh loudly. Pointing at Old Phil’s back, his expression was of wild glee. "Even dogs need to follow the rules! It can’t use its front paws to touch the ball!"

"…"

The spectators booed instantly. Even Charles’s jaw practically dropped to the ground. People always learned bad things quickly. No one expected James to become so crazy so quickly.

Ye Qingxuan was shocked. "Where is your shame? Do you want it to kick with its hind legs?"

"Well, this doesn’t follow the rules!" James huffed and looked like he would call for the referee the next moment.

But then—it might be his eyes playing tricks, but he saw the dog stop and look back at him. Its eyes were filled with disdain, like a higher being looking down at his insignificant soul, making him feel humiliation from the bottom of his heart.

Then Old Phil snorted in disdain.

And changed to its mouth…

Yes, it started using its mouth!

The dog actually opened its mouth, picked up the ball and ran toward the goal?! It ran so gracefully, fast as lightning, quick as thunder. It was even faster than when it kicked the ball.

James was dumbfounded and yelled instinctively, "Obj—"

Beside him, Ye Qingxuan snickered. He crossed his arms and watched the show. "Don’t bother. The rules don’t say you can’t use your mouth."

In the end, Old Phil slowed down more and more. It walked to the goal as if strolling in the garden and set the ball down. Then it turned around. Glancing tauntingly at James, it raised its hind legs and kicked the ball in. It was as if it was asking, "Are you satisfied now?"

James felt something in his throat and his body swayed. He was close to coughing up blood. And regardless of anything else, this was definitely the most b*stardly goal made in the history of the Royal Academy of Music…