Chapter 368: Chapter 83: Advance! Cunning Wang Shuo! Phenomenal Commercial Value! Dortmund Can’t Be Without Wang Shuo Now

In that instant, Wang Shuo accelerated his movements to their peak, channeling all his strength into his left foot. After a series of quick, small steps to throw off his opponent, he abruptly unleashed a powerful shot.

The ball flew toward the near post at incredible speed.

Stekelenburg reacted at once, making a diving save.

The Dutch goalkeeper could feel the ball from Wang Shuo’s left-footed shot graze his gloves as it flew past him and into the net.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!"

"It’s in!!!"

"2-1!"

"In the 31st minute, Dortmund scores another one!"

"Wang Shuo has completed his brace, helping the Bumblebees come from behind to lead Ajax 2-1!"

"This is a perfect demonstration of Wang Shuo’s individual skill!"

"Not only did he hold his own in the physical confrontation with Oleg, but he also managed to turn and dribble past him."

"And after breaking through Oleg’s defense, facing the combined pressure of Alderweireld and Stekelenburg, Wang Shuo calmly seized his chance and blasted it into the near corner with his left foot to score!"

Once again, Wang Shuo excitedly sprinted off the pitch, leaped over the advertising hoardings, and rushed to the stands below where Shen Qinghe was sitting to celebrate his goal. Even the crowd at the Amsterdam Arena offered up a generous round of applause.

The goal may have looked ordinary, but it was actually quite difficult to pull off.

Setting aside the physical battle with Oleg, Wang Shuo would have been completely incapable of making that final shot before he had acquired his National Level [Foundation] Achievement.

This was because while he could use his Intercontinental Level [Swift] to adjust with a series of quick, small steps, he couldn’t generate any power for the shot that followed.

He could get the shot off, but it would lack speed and power.

Just now, however, by leveraging the power from his National Level [Foundation], Wang Shuo was able to instantly channel his full body strength, unleashing a shot that was both fast and fierce. That was why Stekelenburg couldn’t get to it.

...

When the Croatian referee, Ivan Bebek, blew the final whistle, Ajax’s number 51, who had come on as a substitute in the second half, jogged over to Wang Shuo to trade jerseys.

Christian Eriksen, the midfielder from Denmark.

Wang Shuo primarily remembered him because his jersey number was so high.

Besides, he gave a reason that Wang Shuo found impossible to refuse.

"It was my birthday wish a few days ago!" Eriksen said with a smile.

"Birthday?"

"Yep, February 14th. My 18th birthday."

"Oh, happy birthday!"

Wang Shuo smiled and swapped jerseys with him.

But he noticed that after getting Wang Shuo’s jersey, Eriksen immediately put it on and walked triumphantly toward his Ajax teammates, drawing many envious looks.

This filled Wang Shuo with delight.

He had to admit he was getting more and more used to trading jerseys with opponents after matches.

It started happening more in Germany, and now that he was playing internationally, it happened constantly.

As Wang Shuo headed toward the visiting team’s bench, he saw Suarez walking over to him.

"Hello, Wang."

"Hey, Luis."

"Tonight, you played really well!"

"Thanks."

Both of them spoke clumsy English and didn’t know each other at all, which made the conversation a bit awkward.

Wang Shuo quickly noticed that Suarez was shirtless and holding his own jersey. He immediately understood and pointed toward Eriksen, amused.

"Sorry, Eriksen just took it."

"Don’t you have a replacement jersey?" Suarez had obviously come prepared.

Wang Shuo froze for a second, then it dawned on him.

’Of course, we bring a few spare jerseys to every match.’

’You never know if one will get torn by an opponent, so you need a replacement.’

’But you’re supposed to trade the jersey you wore in the game. Why would he want a clean spare?’

’Is my jersey really that sought-after now?’

Without asking further questions, Wang Shuo hurried over to the visitor’s bench, found his spare jersey, and walked back to Suarez.

But to his surprise, Suarez made a request that Wang Shuo found completely baffling.

"Please, put it on for a second, then sign it."

Wang Shuo was completely dumbfounded.

’Oh, so that’s what he’s after!’

’So if I just wear it for a second, that counts?’

’But thinking about it, that actually makes sense.’

’A game-worn jersey has to be washed after coming off the pitch anyway, doesn’t it?’

’Do collectors really insist on the "original scent" or something?’

Wang Shuo burst out laughing. He suddenly took a liking to Suarez.

’This guy’s on another level!’

After the satisfying jersey exchange, Suarez thanked Wang Shuo and ran back toward the home team, showing off his newly acquired prize to his teammates.

He made sure to point to the signature on the jersey.

Although Wang Shuo couldn’t understand Dutch, he could vaguely guess that he was probably saying, "I even got a signature!"

The scene was both hilarious and filled Wang Shuo with a sense of Achievement.

...

It was nearly midnight by the time they got back to Dortmund from Amsterdam.

After the team was dismissed, everyone went home.

Incidentally, Wang Shuo drove himself home today.

He had already gotten his driver’s license, and his driving had gotten pretty good.

He got home right at midnight.

The parking spot in front of the house was empty, and the lights were off inside. Lina Gerk was busy and hadn’t come home yet again.

Riding the momentum from her brand launch, her online store was doing incredibly well.

She had made two trips to China, and the factory Jiang Pengju had introduced her to was reliable, with good product quality.