Chapter 370: Chapter 38: Blazing Hot (6K Chapter)

Busquets was eyeing fiercely at one side, while Pique and Chen Zhong were “engaged in intense chatting,” constantly making small gestures with their hands.

“Do you know what’s going to happen later?”

“The ball came, but I headed it away.”

“You…”

“Shut up!” Chen Zhong forcefully pushed Pique, frowning as he said, possibly in jest, “You are so damn filthy, can you just shut up?”

Pique almost ground his molar teeth to pieces, just as he was thinking of retaliating, Alonso had already taken the corner kick.

Busquets and Pique immediately approached Chen Zhong, only to discover that the ball’s landing point was not aimed at Chen Zhong.

Turning around in shock, they saw Cristiano Ronaldo leap high, overpowering Alves right in front of them with a powerful header toward the goal.

“Alonso takes the corner kick.”

“Aiming for the far post!”

“C. Ronaldo!”

“Header shot!”

C. Ronaldo shields his chest with his hands, his head slightly pushes the ball forward.

“Boom!”

The ball creates a white trail, smashing towards the goal.

Valdes looks utterly hopeless, yet fortune still favored Barcelona, the ball hit the crossbar.

Players from both teams scramble for the second chance.

Chen Zhong tilts his head, watching the ball, with his back pressing against Busquets, leaps in the air before Pique can approach.

“Chen Zhong!”

“Snatches the second chance!”

“Bicycle kick!”

With everyone’s eyes, especially Pique watching from up close, Chen Zhong strikes the ball.

The ball smashes towards Barcelona’s goal again, Valdes blocks the shot with his face.

Busquets swiftly approaches the ball’s rebound, Chen Zhong pushes himself up with one arm, rapidly gaining strength, both rushing at the falling ball.

“Beep beep beep~”

The referee blows the whistle, pointing at Chen Zhong, then gestures a pushing foul.

“Pushing foul!”

“The referee has blown the whistle.”

“Signaling Chen Zhong for pushing foul.”

It was at this moment, Chen Zhong had squeezed past Busquets, stabbed the ball into the net with a kick.

Chen Zhong turned around, bent over, and looked unbelievingly toward the referee.

He patted his shoulder, his waist, and his thigh, protested loudly: “Did you see these?”

“Here, here, and here.”

These were all the places of “infringement” by Barcelona players ignored by the referee, which infuriated Chen Zhong.

“I saw it clearly.” The referee walked up to Chen Zhong and said, “Moreover, you need to be mindful of your attitude, or I’ll show you a yellow card.”

The referee’s stance was very firm; Chen Zhong had played in the national derby many times but never experienced something like today.

Just because Barcelona’s playing style was “liked” above, and for winning the Triple Crown for Spain?

“Listen up!”

“I don’t mean to cause trouble.”

“But you know this is the Spanish national derby!”

“What do you want to say?” The referee with a business-like manner, already reached for the red card in his pocket: “Are you threatening me?”

Barcelona players were gleefully watching from the side, while Real Madrid players surrounded Chen Zhong in silence, trusting his capability to handle it.

Believing this always composed man wouldn’t disappoint them.

“No, I am not threatening you.”

“I just want to tell you, many people worldwide are watching this match.”

“Cameras capture everything clearly, a few controversial calls can occur, but not repeatedly, don’t you think?”

“I know what I’m doing.” The referee grimly said, glancing around, seeing players from both teams surrounding, watching the replay on the electronic screens, hearing the roaring shouts throughout the stadium, those angry white-clad fans.

On the sidelines, Pellegrini was loudly complaining to the fourth official; this was the second goal disallowed for Real Madrid, while the fourth official directly warned: “If you continue this, we can only send you to the stands.”

Meanwhile, online, various opinions emerged, many couldn’t understand the referee’s decision, though some extreme Barcelona fans found the decisions acceptable.

[No, I thought Chen Zhong was going to punch someone.]

[That idiot referee, I saw his hand reaching into his back pocket earlier.]

[Heard rumors of higher-ups favoring Barcelona, now I see it’s true indeed!]

[Why are you backing down! Just mention UEFA president Platini by name, who the hell doesn’t know that?]

[I’m saying it now, once Platini steps down, Barcelona won’t see today’s glory again, their results will plummet…]

…

Controversies aside, the game continues.

Chen Zhong reassures his teammates, then looks at the slightly flushed face of C. Ronaldo, pats his shoulder and says: “This match is now on you, you’ve been performing well on the left flank.”

Then he looks at the other players and says: “Play well, he should not make any more erroneous calls.”

“Today, we damn well will win at Camp Nou.”

“They don’t want us to win, we’ll show them that we can!”

The game continues, Real Madrid’s actions become more aggressive, while the referee’s decisions turn more cautious.

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