Chapter 2705 A string of terrifying numbers!

With a five-goal lead, Paris Saint-Germain is already invincible.

But everyone knows that this is not the end, but the beginning.

Even Nimes fans know that Paris Saint-Germain is going to kill people this time!

They are not the type to stop at a six-goal lead. Their goal may be ten goals, or even... fifteen goals!

27 minutes 21 seconds.

Martial on the right side began to exert force.

Martial first slowed down his speed, then sped up instantly and entered the penalty area.

Just after he successfully got into position, he slowed down.

But the defensive player behind him bumped into his back.

"Boom!"

Martial lost his balance and fell to the grass.

"Beep!"

The referee awarded Paris Saint-Germain a penalty without any hesitation.

Martial, who was lying on the ground, had only one thought at this time: I finally created an opportunity for Brother Chen.

Although creating a penalty does not count as an assist, it is enough to contribute to Brother Chen's goal!

I have to say that Martial truly loves Ye Chen.

After all, only by being with Ye Chen can he continue to taste the joy of winning!

In front of yard point.

Ye Chen retreated five steps.

The goalkeeper bent his legs slightly, his eyes fixed on Ye Chen!

"Beep!"

Ye Chen quickly started.

There were no fake moves.

His right foot jerked violently!

"Oh!"

The football turned into a cannonball and flew towards the lower right corner of the goal.

The goalkeeper in front of the goal judged the direction correctly.

But the ball was going so fast that even if the direction was right, it would be of no use.

"Shh!"

Ye Chen scored again!

This is also Ye Chen’s sixth goal in this game!

"He's killing like crazy! Will Ye Chen score 10 goals in this match?"

"I really want Ye Chen to shoot me like this!"

"You'd better be a woman upstairs."

"..."

The comments gradually became outrageous.

Before the first half was over, Paris Saint-Germain was already far ahead.

35 minutes 48 seconds.

Paris Saint-Germain launched an attack again.

Nimes players have retreated into their own penalty area.

However, Bernat on the outside took the opportunity to pass the ball.

There are many middlemen.

Just grab it and that's it.

But this time the ball was destroyed by a header from Briancon in the middle.

The football was headed to the left side of the field.

Neymar quickly left the penalty area and controlled the ball under his feet.

Facing the defending O'Rourke, he cut inside and shot decisively.

"Oh!"

The football turned into a cannonball and flew toward the goal.

Bernardoni quickly dived sideways in front of the goal.

"Snapped!"

Bernardoni reacted quickly, but his choice of hand shape was a bit wrong.

He blocked the football to the right.

Martial quickly followed.

"Oh!"

The football was kicked towards the near post.

"Shh!"

Paris Saint-Germain extended the lead again.

The first half hasn't ended yet, Nimes is 0-7 behind Paris Saint-Germain!

42 minutes 14 seconds.

Martial took the ball and broke through, but was kicked to the ground by the opponent.

Paris Saint-Germain got a set-piece opportunity on the right side.

Ye Chen naturally stood in front of the penalty spot.

The human wall twelve yards away was lined up along the offside line, and Bernardoni's shadow in front of the goal line was stretched by the spotlight like a taut bowstring.

The footprints of Ye Chen's shoes as he took five steps back were soaked with dew, and he suddenly paused when he took the last step of his run-up!

"Oh!"

The moment the ball left the instep, it fell strangely, and when it passed over the top of the human wall, the grass debris drew a silver arc on the surface of the ball.

Bernardoni's outstretched fingertips brushed the ball when he saved the ball, but he could only watch it hit the inside of the near post and bounce into the net!

"Shh!"

A clean free kick scored!

Before the first half was over, the ball went into Nimes' goal for the eighth time.

However, this was also the last time either side scored in the first half.

On the way back to the locker room.

Martial and Neymar stood next to Ye Chen, one on each side.

"Brother Chen, you are awesome. You scored seven goals in the first half and more than ten per minute throughout the whole game! Your goals alone are enough to break the record for the biggest score difference!" Neymar said with a smile.

"That's right, I just checked, it seems to be 12 to 1!" Martial also nodded.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows, "So I have to score 12 goals in this game?"

Paris Saint-Germain scored eight goals in the first half, seven of which were scored by Ye Chen alone.

With this goal efficiency, it is not impossible to score a few more goals in the second half!

Fifteen minutes passed quickly.

Players from both sides quickly returned to the court!

Paris Saint-Germain did not make any substitutions and still used all their main players.

At this time, the fans finally reacted.

Paris Saint-Germain is going on a killing spree tonight!

47 minutes 33 seconds.

Paris Saint-Germain got a corner kick, but Martial's cross was intercepted again.

The ball was delivered to the front point.

Ye Chen jumped high and headed the ball into the goal.

"Boom!"

The football hit the net again.

At this time, the players of Nimes had only one idea.

It can’t be stopped. It can’t be stopped at all!

The score was also exaggerated, Nimes 0 to 9 Paris Saint-Germain.

"Shit, at this rate, it can't really be 10 to zero!"

"There are already eight of them. Ye Chen must score at least 10 tonight, right?"

"Ye Chen is on a killing spree. His strength is too terrifying!"

"..."

As the score continued to widen, Nimes fans became numb.

Forget it.

Since we can’t beat him anyway, let’s just see how awesome Ye Chen is!

Thinking of this, the fans completely put aside their worries and focused on watching the performance of the Paris Saint-Germain players on the field.

56 minutes 21 seconds.

Paris Saint-Germain once again got a free kick on the left side.

The football is on the penalty area line!

Ye Chen stood at the free throw spot again.

At this moment, everyone on the Internet was expecting Ye Chen to score another goal.

After all, 8 have already been scored, and two more will make it 10!

The Chinese are obsessed with rounding up numbers.

"Beep!"

The referee blows the whistle.

Ye Chen took a deep breath at the penalty spot.

"Oh!"

The football drew a beautiful arc and flew straight to the near post!