Genius often shines in a single moment, and so do their goals!

After scoring, Ye Chen couldn't suppress his inner dissatisfaction and let out an excited roar.

The distant Dortmund fans also shouted his name in unison:

"Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen!"

"Ye Chen!"

The unified chant carried the momentum of tens of thousands of voices, temporarily silencing the Inter Milan fans.

This goal by Ye Chen directly shattered the psychological defenses of the Inter fans.

But truthfully, they hadn't held high hopes of advancing anyway.

Seeing Ye Chen celebrating passionately in the corner, they grew frustrated.

"Messi!"

"Messi!"

"Messi!"

What started as a few faint voices soon swelled, overpowering the chants of the Dortmund fans.

Seventy thousand voices against three thousand—there was no contest.

Ye Chen, standing on the sidelines, stopped his celebration and turned away.

Seeing his subdued reaction only made the Inter fans cheer louder, chanting Messi's name with even greater intensity.

But they failed to notice Ye Chen clenching his fists tightly.

He'd heard chants like this before when watching Real Madrid matches—away fans chanting Messi's name whenever Ronaldo scored.

At the time, it didn't affect him much.

But now, he understood.

Frustration didn't even begin to describe his feelings.

Yes, he no longer had his long-shot accuracy skill, ensuring goals from a distance.

But so what?

With improved attributes, enhanced skills, and solid game sense, he had all the weapons he needed.

Let's not forget—he still possessed an SSS-tier skill!

Setting a small goal for himself, Ye Chen thought, a hat trick it is!

Just then, as Ye Chen jogged back to midfield with his celebrating teammates, a familiar system notification sounded in his mind:

"Ding! Random Mission Issued: Achieve the small goal of a hat trick in this match.

Success will reward you with an S-tier skill upgrade card.

Failure will result in the loss of one SS-tier skill.

Do you accept the mission?"

Calling it a "random" mission seemed more like a challenge bet.

If successful, Ye Chen could upgrade an S-tier skill.

If he failed, he'd lose an SS-tier skill.

Scoring a hat trick against Inter Milan was no small feat.

But then again, the reward matched the challenge.

At this moment, was there really anything to hesitate about?

Even without this mission, he was determined to silence the Inter fans!

"I accept!" Ye Chen gritted his teeth and responded decisively.

The match resumed, and Inter Milan pressed forward in attack.

While they knew advancing was out of reach, they were eager to end their Champions League campaign with a win at San Siro.

At the 40:36 mark, Inter's attack began down the left flank.

Chivu brought the ball past midfield and passed it to Cambiasso in the center.

Cambiasso returned the ball to Stankovic and made a forward run, while Stankovic sent it to an overlapping Maicon on the right.

Maicon pushed forward with the ball, confronted by Piszczek. Instead of crossing, he suddenly halted and passed to Forlán, who was positioned wide in the box.

Forlán took the ball and accelerated briefly before sending a cross into the penalty area. However, as a striker, his crossing ability left much to be desired, and the ball sailed from the right side to the left.

As the saying goes, sometimes a blessing comes disguised as misfortune.

The ball landed perfectly at Cambiasso's feet on the left side. He leaped and headed it toward the goal.

Unfortunately, his header lacked precision, and Weidenfeller caught it easily.

This was Inter's last threatening chance in the first half.

Halftime came quickly.

As Ye Chen walked through the players' tunnel, aggressive Inter fans hurled insults at him from both sides.

This was the price of his growing fame—or lack thereof. Ye Chen's meteoric rise meant his influence hadn't yet reached its peak.

Once he became an established superstar, controversies like this would surely lessen.

After all, even Ronaldo endured similar treatment during his rise—being taunted, insulted, and even pelted by opposing fans.

It's a rite of passage for every star player.

Like college life, some challenges are simply unavoidable.

In the locker room, Ye Chen approached Klopp.

"Boss, I have a favor to ask."

"What is it?" Klopp looked at him curiously.

"No matter what happens, don't substitute me out today!" Ye Chen said firmly.

Klopp furrowed his brows. "Did the fans' chants get to you?"

"I want to show them the consequences of provoking me!"

Klopp patted Ye Chen on the shoulder. "Alright, give it your all. Just make sure to protect yourself."

"Does that mean you agree?"

"Of course! What's the point of being young without a little fire?" Klopp replied with a smile.

Of course, being the seasoned tactician he was, Klopp had already decided to substitute Ye Chen if the situation turned unfavorable.

After all, there was no way they'd concede seven goals in the second half.

With Ye Chen's away goal, the match couldn't go into extra time, so it would end in 90 minutes.

Scoring seven goals in 45 minutes—one every six minutes—was an impossible feat.

Unless, of course, Dortmund fielded a player like the mythical Ye Chen capable of miracles.

Back in the Dortmund locker room, Klopp addressed the team:

"You all heard the chants when Ye scored, right?"

"That wasn't just an insult to Ye—it was an insult to Dortmund!"

"We cannot lose this match!"

"In the second half, press them relentlessly. Focus on feeding Lewandowski and Ye whenever possible!"

"Let's show those Inter fans what we're made of!"

Inspired by Klopp's words, the players clenched their fists.

"We'll make those Inter fans who booed Ye pay!"

"Yeah, we'll win this match no matter what!"

"Let's crush them!"

Meanwhile, Wang Chu leaned toward Ye Chen and said, "Chen bro, don't take it to heart. Them chanting Messi's name just shows they recognize your strength!"

Mané also joined in with his broken German. "Chen bro, you're gonna be even better than Messi!"

Ye Chen smiled. "Don't worry about me. The ones in trouble... are them."

On the other side, in Inter's locker room, Stramaccioni addressed his players calmly.

"Guys, keep your spirits up! I know Ye's goal caught us off guard—no one expected such dazzling skill from a 17-year-old.

"But think back to when he scored—how thrilled were the fans?"

"Don't you want to end our Champions League journey with a win?"

"I know it's unrealistic to talk about a comeback. But winning this match? That's entirely within reach!"

"Surely you haven't been so overwhelmed by Dortmund that you've given up on winning?"

Sensing their captain's anger, the players responded one after another.

"No, we haven't!" shouted Zanetti.

"This is San Siro! They won't run wild here!" added Sneijder, clenching his fists.

Cambiasso chimed in, "I'll mark Ye in the second half. Let's show him what Serie A defense is all about!"

Stramaccioni nodded in satisfaction.

"If that's the case, let's play simpler in the second half. Here's the plan..."

Cambiasso agreed with the new strategy. "Got it!"

The second half began with a tense atmosphere on both sides.

Dortmund started aggressively, with Perišić creating an immediate threat on the right flank, breaking past Chivu and sending in a cross.

Lewandowski rose high and got to the ball first, but Zanetti reacted quickly, clearing it toward the right.

Lucio launched a long pass toward the front, sparking a quick counterattack.

It was as if the Bundesliga champions, lethargic in the first half, had awakened.

Would this aging Inter Milan squad survive the storm?

Stay tuned!