even gossipy Xue Yiyang and Liu Rui hadn’t heard of her in their social circles. Could it be that she was from Third Middle SchoolSu Cun couldn't recall such a girl being present during his middle sch...Chapter 14: The Loneliness of the Elite (Part 2)

Wang Weiwei plugged in his own controller, which was different from the PS console controllers that were worn out and covered in sweat stains. This group's controllers were finely crafted and extremely meticulous; they had a grand-looking black controller that immediately gave off a professional vibe when pulled out, much like the PS2 controllers of later years, but without the advanced features such as vibration feedback.

From Su Can's perspective, this set of controllers was simply constructed yet impressive. At that time, there was no way to buy anything comparable domestically. Additionally, Wang Weiwei's finger movements on the controller were incredibly agile and fast; it seemed even Xue Yi Yang would be slightly inferior in comparison. It was no wonder he could sweep through everyone.

Later on, PS consoles developed rapidly, from PS2 to PS3, with improvements in graphics quality and game sizes accompanying the explosive growth of information society. Before Su Can's rebirth, Pro Evolution Soccer: Winning Eleven 2010 had already been released as a cross-platform game. The evolution through these generations saw significant advancements in both systems and game engines compared to before. Even after college and graduation, Su Can enjoyed occasionally playing football games with friends amidst the electronic sports craze, buying a PS2 for himself at home.

Therefore, looking back at the graphics of Pro Evolution Soccer from that era was truly disappointing; characters had jagged edges with no smoothing, making it difficult to discern each player's appearance without using rough 3D models through the in-game interface. Nevertheless, this was still groundbreaking at the time. With the rise of the '98 World Cup, imagining controlling their favorite stars and teams to victory was something that would ignite any boy’s passion.

Xue Yi Yang was not convinced and took up the challenge. Ever since he had played against Wang Weiwei in the afternoon, he felt this kid's strength and skills were unprecedented in his gaming experience. His dribbling techniques, incredible speed on the controller, and team coordination all outmatched him. Still, Xue Yi Yang could hold his own; unlike others who were completely demolished by a 5-0 scoreline, Wang Weiwei had to fully engage to keep him at bay.

Xue Yi Yang ate lunch in a daze, with his mind solely focused on how to counter Wang Weiwei's attacks. Now that he finally had the chance for a direct confrontation, he was ready to implement all the strategies and tactics he had thought up earlier.

When he saw Xue Yiyang take over Liu Rui's gamepad, Wang Weiwei finally flashed a glimpse of sharpness in his eyes. The opponent who could hold their ground on the spot had finally appeared, which made him feel invigorated. To be honest, only by tormenting an opponent like Xue Yiyang—who has a chance to struggle back—could he derive pleasure.

"Damn! Do you still dare to play Don't you fear being kicked to death by our big boss Weiwei" shouted one of the boys.

"What's there to be afraid of Big Wei is currently worried about no one entertaining him recently. With such a brave opponent who doesn’t mind dying, he can let them experience what it means for farmers' team to kick all-stars into submission!" This statement was loaded with the most contemptuous meaning—using some not-so-impressive third-tier stars to oppose their entire lineup of star players would require the highest technical standards and also carry a strong tone of undervaluation.

Xue Yiyang became enraged. "Are we going to play or not" Given that his skills were already inferior, coupled with this incitement, Xue Yiyang blushed furiously, almost reaching a point of shame and anger.

Wang Weiwei smiled, giving off an aura as if he was the emperor. "Let's up the ante. If you guys win, we'll buy everyone’s drinks and cigarettes. But if you can’t even win one game from me, don't blame me for sending you two words..."

"Trash."

The crowd was agitated; this kid had such a huge ego. Just because his skills were slightly better did he have to be so arrogant Making such definitive statements would surely crush their entire venue completely. How could anyone dare come here in the future to humiliate themselves, leaving them without any place for activity and exchange

Xue Yiyang and Liu Rui's expressions turned gloomy. Liu Rui leaned over to Xue Yiyang's ear, whispering, "We absolutely cannot lose."

Xue Yiyang did not respond; he only nodded silently in agreement. This situation had already breached their底線, and no matter what, they couldn't allow the other side to be so arrogant about putting this label on them. If previously everyone was still competing in a friendly manner, even if the others came from wealthy backgrounds or had excellent pedigrees, it didn’t matter much. However, with this declaration, they had touched upon personal dignity, and such an act could not be forgiven!

Su Can was taken aback, thinking to himself that these people indeed come from superior families. Although they might usually be educated by their elders to keep a low profile, now that they were having fun, they no longer cared about others' dignity, treating trampling on it as a means of seeking excitement and joy—a bit excessive.

Seemingly quite satisfied with the solemn and gloomy atmosphere on site, the chubby boy named Xiao Wu was joking around with his companions. Wang Weiwei said with a smile, "Then let's start!"

In this round, Xue Yiyang played with utmost caution. Especially since everyone in the game room had gathered to watch them, Xue Yiyang felt he was exerting himself to the fullest extent possible. The owner of the game room couldn't help but stand behind him, his fists clenched tightly, sweating profusely. This mattered greatly for the future business prospects of his establishment, and these young people appeared to be challenging him, naturally making him feel uneasy.

Xue Yiyang's player, Belong, advanced with the ball, seemingly about to break through Wang Weiwei’s players and leave them far behind. Just as everyone’s hearts rose and fell in anticipation, Wang Weiwei sneered with a twisted smile, and a swift yellow figure sidestepped into play at an incredible speed, catching Xue Yiyang off guard without any preparation, causing him to break out in cold sweat instantly.

"Ah!" Several young boys from the junior high department already exclaimed in surprise.

"Ow!" Several high school students, due to the extremely thrilling scene, had their arms squeezed tightly in nervousness and cried out from the pain inflicted by the opponent.

Puh! Xue Yiyang's players were already airborne. The blue uniforms seemed like fallen butterflies, toppled over by a single kick from the opponent’s yellow-shadowed figure before crashing heavily to the ground.

The subsequent occurrence had everyone widening their eyes in disbelief: the game's referee acted as if he were a wooden statue, ignoring the obvious foul of flying tackles that clearly violated the rules. He stood rooted to the spot like one, while Wang Weiwei swiftly moved several well-known players into position. They took control of the ball and dashed left and right, breaking through Xue Yiyang's defense which had yet to react, before launching a powerful shot that scored!

Everyone drew in a sharp breath—what was going on here!

"Haha! Tackled you lot of country bumpkins!" Someone from Wang Weiwei’s side could no longer contain himself and shouted joyfully.

Wang Weiwei turned around, giving Xue Yiyang a thumbs up before pointing his thumb towards the ground. This gesture infuriated Xue Yiyang so much that he had an urge to smash the controller.

Su Can suddenly realized that at that time, Pro Evolution Soccer wasn't as refined and bug-free as it is today. Such close-range tackles from the side would have an 80% chance of not incurring a penalty even if they sent the opponent flying., he can let them experience what it means for farmers' team to kick all-stars into submission!" This statement was loaded with the most contemptuous meaning—using some not-so-impressive third-tier st...