At this moment, how could one not be overwhelmed with tears?

The stadium fell silent once more.

More than 80,000 spectators, and not a single one was seated!

Everyone stood up voluntarily!

Up in the stands, Lina clasped her hands tightly against her chest, her stunning face flushed red with tension.

Even Ferguson, who had been calm and composed all this time, stood up.

But the ones feeling the worst right now were Taro Tano and Tomoaki Makino.

Makino deeply regretted it!

If only he had been more aggressive when he was on the field and tackled Ye Chen out of the game!

Then he would have become a national hero!

But now, it was too late.

Ye Chen hadn't taken many penalties, but he had scored both times when he did!

The Sakura Nation fans looked ashen-faced.

The penalty shootout hadn't even started yet, but they knew—Nakayama's record was about to be broken!

At Tokyo's most prestigious sports academy, Masashi Nakayama poured himself a glass of wine.

His eyes wandered toward the most prominent spot in his living room—where a framed Guinness World Record certificate was displayed.

Beside it was another framed photo, a picture of him receiving the award from the Guinness World Records officials.

Was it all about to end?

...

At Signal Iduna Park, Ye Chen cradled the ball and walked to the penalty spot.

The stadium erupted in chants of his name!

"Hala Hala Ye Chen Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen from China!"

"Our beloved Chinese boy, Ye Chen Ye Chen!"

"Our unstoppable Ye Chen!"

Ye Chen stepped on the turf around the penalty spot, making sure everything was fine before placing the ball down.

Several Dresden players were still protesting to the referee, but the fouling player, Heller, walked straight up to Ye Chen.

"Kid, you won't score this one! We studied your penalties before the match!" Heller smirked. "You like aiming for the bottom right corner, don't you?"

Ye Chen ignored him and looked at the referee.

"Everyone, leave the penalty area, or I'll start handing out cards!" The referee sternly warned the Dresden players.

"I'm just giving my goalkeeper a quick tip!" Heller said as he jogged toward his keeper. As he passed the penalty spot, he subtly nudged the ball with the outside of his foot.

The ball rolled just slightly—so minuscule that it was almost impossible to notice unless someone was paying very close attention.

Every player has their own penalty routine.

The exact placement of the ball matters for their steps and strike accuracy.

Such a small adjustment could drastically affect the quality of the shot.

There had even been cases where goalkeepers stomped on the turf to mess up the penalty taker's footing, causing them to slip and miss the shot.

And these actions weren't punishable for a retake.

Once the referee blew the whistle, no matter what happened—goal or miss—it stood.

Only premature movements by the goalkeeper or an early entry into the box by other players would warrant a retake.

Of course, the final decision was in the referee's hands!

"I shifted his ball to the left—you just dive to your right, and you'll save it!" Heller whispered to his goalkeeper, Hersel.

"Got it!"

The referee urged Heller to leave the area.

Heller quickly ran off. He had done everything he could—the rest was up to fate.

The stadium fell into silence once again.

Everyone's eyes were locked on Ye Chen.

Hersel, the goalkeeper, hopped lightly, clapped his hands, and roared, "Come on, kid!"

But then, Ye Chen did something unexpected—he walked back to the penalty spot and readjusted the ball's position. He also rechecked his footing.

Heller's expression froze.

His trick had been spotted!

Hersel, too, was stunned.

The psychological game was meant to unsettle Ye Chen, but now it had backfired—he was the one shaken!

Which way should he dive?

No time to think—he'd stick to the plan and dive right!

That was what the coaching team analyzed.

Ye Chen favored powerful shots.

It was the same reason he excelled at long-range strikes!

The whistle blew!

Ye Chen exhaled deeply and sprinted forward.

His left foot planted firmly on the ground, and his right leg swung like a whip…

"Smack!"

No thunderous impact.

Instead, it was a gentle, delicate chip shot!

Yes!

Just as Ye Chen was about to strike the ball, Hersel had already committed—diving aggressively to his right.

Because of Ye Chen's past penalties being so precise and powerful, Hersel had to react quickly!

But at the last moment, Ye Chen gently scooped the ball over him!

A feather-light touch overpowering brute force!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"What did I just witness?!"

"A Panenka penalty!"

"From this moment on, Ye has written his name in football history!"

"He becomes the first player in history to score a hat-trick in five consecutive matches!"

"And he is one of us—he is a Borussia Dortmund player!"

"Let us chant his name!"

"Chen Ye!"

"Chen Ye!"

"Chen Ye!"

Ye Chen sprinted towards the South Stand!

The hardcore Dortmund fans raised their arms and roared his name!

At this moment, Ye Chen was the pride of every Dortmund supporter!

No one held back their applause or cheers.

Even Ye Chen himself screamed at the top of his lungs.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH—I REALLY DID IT!!!"

His teammates swarmed him, lifting him high into the air and tossing him skyward!

"WOW!"

"Ye, you made history!"

"Ye, you are incredible!"

"Ye, you are our pride!"

The stadium was filled with deafening noise as fans shouted at the top of their lungs.

They had just witnessed history!

They were part of history!

How could they not be overwhelmed with emotion?

One minute earlier, in the Penguin Sports live broadcast...

Commentator Zhan Jun took a deep breath to calm himself. "Ye Chen is facing Hersel one-on-one."

"Hersel may not be a famous name, but he has one special trait—he's phenomenal at saving penalties!"

"In the first ten rounds of the Bundesliga 2, he already saved two spot-kicks!"

Zhang Lu chuckled. "Heller is quite experienced—he knows Ye Chen is a young player, so he's trying to mess with his mind!"

Zhan Jun replied solemnly, "Let's hope young Ye Chen keeps a clear head and stays calm!"

"Of course, even though Ye Chen is just 17 years old, he has scored 100% of his previous penalties!"

The whistle blew.

Ye Chen took off!

At the moment of impact, he paused slightly—

A flick of his toe, and the ball floated gracefully into the net!

"A Panenka penalty!" Zhan Jun's eyes widened as he exclaimed, "Unbelievable confidence and skill!"

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Lu laughed out loud. "History has been made! A milestone for Chinese football!"

The 60-year-old veteran commentator was as excited as a child!

"Who could have imagined—a 17-year-old Chinese player scoring hat-tricks in five consecutive Bundesliga matches!"

"Fifteen goals in five games!"

"This record-breaking feat surpasses the Guinness World Record set by former Japanese international Masashi Nakayama!"

"This moment will be etched in history for all Chinese football fans!"

"Our young star Ye Chen has ushered in a new era!"

"Chinese fans, can you contain your emotions?!"

"At this moment, how could we not be in tears?!" Zhan Jun's voice trembled, his nose stuffy with emotion.

When passion overflows, tears fall like rain.

Even the strongest men have moments that move them to tears.

And this moment—Chinese football fans had waited far too long for it!