Cao Baming recognized immediately upon seeing this person that they were absolutely extraordinary.
At this moment, some fans by the sidelines had already recognized this young child.
He was not old and appeared quite immature, but from the robust calf muscles visible beneath his shorts, it was clear this person had not been playing football for just a day or two.
This child's true identity was a player in the youth team of the Tang National Football Team, who had even stood out in youth training with his unique performance, already securing a future spot in the national team!
Anyone familiar with Tang football matches would surely recognize this individual, as he was affectionately known by fans as the hope for Tang's future!
After being quietly informed of this news by backstage staff, the host promptly revealed this information to all the spectators present.
"The child in the red jersey on the field is the future hope of our Tang national football team; he is the player with the most outstanding technical skills in youth training!"
"Let me reiterate, our draw is absolutely completely random. To stand out from so many people, it is clear they must be a chosen one!"
"Today, let's witness the direct confrontation between him and Cao Baming!"
Upon hearing these words, Cao Baming's eyes widened in surprise.
"Holy crap, so there's actually a professional player mixed in? This is getting interesting!"
The young prodigy from the youth team seemed to have no expression on his face, yet every movement he made exuded confidence.
Despite learning that there was a professional player among the fan team, the organizers, in adherence to the rules, decided to proceed with the same format, still pitting 10 people against Cao Baming alone!
The spectators on the sidelines began to buzz with discussions. Many genuinely recognized the child. Although young, he was already sixteen or seventeen years old, and his footballing prowess was certainly not weak; at the very least, he was a professional player.
If that were true, combined with the 9 ordinary fans, their total goals should easily overwhelm Cao Baming, right?
With this thought, the spectators on the sidelines began to feel envious of the 9 completely unrelated ordinary fans standing on the field. They could easily take home 50,000 yuan without breaking a sweat. How enviable!
"Damn, why them! I'm crying!"
"These guys are too lucky; they must have eaten dog shit last night to have such luck!"
The fans on the sidelines chattered incessantly, creating a cacophony below. The host gave the participating players on the field the full two minutes of preparation time.
Except for the young professional football player, the other 9 fans could no longer contain their smiles. Their hands even trembled as they arranged the balls, but this was not due to nervousness, but excitement!
"Bro, we've got a powerhouse with us, now we can just play freely!"
"After getting this 50,000 yuan, we have to get together for a good meal, right?"
"No problem, no problem, everyone contributed!"
At this very moment, a slight smile appeared on Cao Baming's face, though no one truly noticed.
"Heh, they don't really think they can win, do they..."
"This is really getting interesting now!"
This time, the fans had learned from Cao Baming's previous approach. Before the kickoff, they directly tipped over the goalposts and placed the footballs scattered in front of them.
Looking to the side, Cao Baming also employed the same method as before. Surely there would be no surprises this time, right? He would secure the win steadily!
Due to the two minutes of preparation time, and because the fans had become smarter this time, they directly lined up the balls in a horizontal row in front of them.
When everyone had finished setting up, they discovered that Cao Baming had arranged the balls in a vertical line!
Each horizontal row had only two footballs, and all the footballs were arranged in a series, extending behind him, forming a long dragon!
This method was certainly not as comfortable as arranging them horizontally, was it? Not only did they not understand, but the spectators and commentators also had no idea what Cao Baming's intention was with this arrangement.
*Beep...!*
The whistle blew!
With this clear whistle, everyone immediately kicked the first football in front of them.
The fans were applauding and cheering enthusiastically, and just then, someone noticed an unusual sight.
"Why did Cao Baming's balls fly out simultaneously?"
"What are you talking about? Wait... holy crap??"
"???"
Under the close-up of the camera lens, people finally saw the true intention behind Cao Baming's arrangement of two balls in a row, forming a vertical column!
It turned out that by placing two balls side-by-side, he used different striking techniques to simultaneously shoot both balls towards the goal with one kick, creating two arcs in opposite directions!
What was even more outrageous was that he actually scored with both!
The commentator was completely stunned and speechless, not knowing how to describe it...
This was no longer a scene that humans could understand or explain. You should just see it for yourselves!
...
This time, these 10 ordinary fans could no longer capture the attention of the spectators on the sidelines, as Cao Baming's shots were simply too outrageous.
After the first round of shots, Cao Baming truly gave up on the idea of pulling the balls back and placing them in their original positions as a meaningless act. Instead, he retreated and kicked the balls behind him.
Kicking while retreating, the increase in distance was not significant for him at all.
Although he occasionally missed a kick, calculating it, in the past half-minute, he... had already scored over 50 goals!
This is unbelievable...!
Although, in comparison, these 10 ordinary fans showed no remarkable plays, the young prodigy from the Tang youth team continued to perform exceptionally.
It could be said that nearly half of the civilian fan team's goals came from him.
Having been a forward from the start, he was all too familiar with shooting; this was his strongest suit, and such training formats were very common and familiar during his regular practice.
Time ticked by. Although Cao Baming used this outrageous scoring method, the gap did not seem to widen significantly in the eyes of the spectators on the sidelines.
The 10 players on the field still felt that they were secure and had no possibility of losing.
As an assistant on the sidelines blew his whistle, everyone stopped their actions.
With expectant gazes, they all looked towards the scoreboard.
"Fan Team, total goals scored: 89!"
The spectators on the sidelines erupted in warm applause!
"Cao Baming's team scored...!"
Everyone held their breath.
"105!!!"