Su Fei and the other substitutes handed out bottles of water to the team members who had run around with all their strength on the pitch for eighty minutes. Zhang Jun received special treatment and was given two bottles of water. He accepted it even though he could not finish it.

Liang Ke started the final discussion in the circle formed by the players.

"An Ke. How is your injury?"

An Ke shook his head. Right now, his vision has returned to normal. It was only a question if it would become problematic again during the match. However, he still replied firmly, "No problem!"

Su Fei handed him a wet towel. "Wipe your face."

An Ke felt flattered and took the towel. In his rush, he almost knocked down the bottle of water. He had always thought that he was like air to Su Fei and never expected this. He quickly put the wet towel on his face, covering it entirely.

However, what he failed to notice was Su Fei giving a wet towel to every other team member on the pitch.

"Overtime will be a