May in St. Petersburg is still cold, even in the afternoon, with a ball game in full swing on a lawn court in Garden Street Park.

The two sides of the match are yellow and white, and a team of Orientals shouts from time to time:

"Sunset! Come and help me ...."

Standard Mandarin proves that they are from China, and they will be scrambling to deal with the onslaught of their opponents.

Both sides are messily rushing around the ball, obviously the ball skills and tactics are not to be talked about, it is a wild ball, and they are only teenagers, from the time to time knocked down, the scolding after the shovel, it seems that they are still familiar with each other.

The opponent's group of Russian children are obviously a size bigger than Chinese children, and they are not so much enjoying football as enjoying the fun of crushing their bodies.

The most shouted by the Chinese children was a small, slightly thin boy with messy black hair that even covered his eyes. Unlike other Chinese children yelling and screaming, this child wearing the No. 9 blue jersey kept biting his lip and running alone in the front court.

But even when he ran out of the perfect space, there was no football coming, and his teammates were too busy dodging the opposition to notice him. On the contrary, after kicking the ball in a hurry, he will shout two sentences:

"Sunset! You can't kick a ball! Come help us..."

The kid, Sunset, opened his mouth, didn't speak, and ran back quickly with his head down.

Rushing into the crowd, Sunset easily walked around the front, stuck a short and fat Russian boy catching the ball, and then carried the push behind him, quickly glanced behind him, and knocked the ball with the heel of the ball, directly penetrating the defense line where the Russian child did not exist.

However, no Chinese child realized this kind of passing, and he was stunned with his opponent for a while, before he reacted at the same time and chased the ball in a swarm.

The boy in the blue jersey was pushed at the same time as he passed the ball, leaned forward and ran a few steps before he could maintain his balance, turn around and rush forward.

However, instead of rushing into the crowd, he bypassed the dense crowd from the left side and rushed towards the football.

On the right side of the center circle, a Chinese kid wearing Barcelona's No. 10 jersey got the football first. Rushing to an emergency stop at Sunset, which was about five meters away from him, he found the last Russian kid, estimated the offside line, and had to run back two steps to prevent the boy in the Barcelona jersey from rushing to pass the ball and causing him to be offside.

But regardless of whether the Barcelona boy had the sense of passing or not, he was too late, and a tall blonde boy who caught up directly kicked the Barcelona boy's buttocks, kicked him to the ground, and then cursed:

"Cowardly yellow monkey..."

Only then did he stretch out his foot and control the ball.

Just as the tall Russian boy triumphantly flicked the ball and was about to turn around, there was a reminder and exclamation from his companion behind him, and then he felt the impact from under his feet and knocked him to the ground.

It was the boy in blue named Sunset who, when he noticed him kicking and insulting, stopped running, kicked the ground a few solid times, and threw himself out after two accelerated steps.

The sliding tackle touched the ball in an instant, then flipped the tall Russian over and hooked the ball to the touchline.

Sliding out of bounds, Sunset quickly stood up and stabbed the soccer ball on the sideline, then skipped the sweep of the tall Russian boy with a hurdle move and caught up with the soccer ball for another ride.

The ball that had been out of the way looked closer to the Russian goalkeeper standing on the line of the penalty area, and the goalkeeper, who looked like Chilavert's stout and wore a Lodikin jersey from Zenit St. Petersburg, hesitated and rushed out of the box.

Just as he hesitated, Sunset picked up speed, her messy hair blowing back to her head, and she stretched out her feet in front of the goalkeeper and stabbed the ball again.

In the middle of the high speed, Sunset kicked hard with her right foot, and instead of following the ball from the outside, she twisted her body and bypassed the goalkeeper on the left side.

Bypassing the goalkeeper, Sunset effortlessly caught up with the ball and stabbed it with his toes, which had just slowed down a bit, and flew towards the middle of the goal.

Sunset doesn't even look at the football, and just raises her fist above her head in celebration.

The tall Russian boy rushes over, and instead of rushing to the goal to pick up the ball as Sunset thought, he swings the ball and hits him in the face.

Amid the screams of a group of Chinese boys, Sunset bent down to pass her opponent's swing, then raised her head and lunged forward with her footsteps, pushing upwards to the tall boy's chin. Like an uppercut punch hitting him in the chin, the tall Russian boy fell to the ground with empty eyes, as if he had fainted.

The brawl wasn't over, as the stocky goalkeeper was the first to rush up, jumping and kicking Sunset. Sunset lifted his hand and held his ankle to help him kick him higher, but his thick center of gravity was clearly out of control, and he fell to the ground first on the ground.

Then there was a group of Russian boys in a variety of jerseys, roaring and waving their fists at him.

Sunset doesn't catch up heroically, or wait for the master's lonely backhand, but runs around the court.

After chasing him for a while, he realizes that the runner is not Sunset's opponent with his agile body and speed, but he sees the void and turns around and kicks him from time to time, and the person who is kicked down by Sunset can only fall to the ground and moan no matter how different in physique.

The tall Russian boy was not stupid, and shouted loudly to disperse, trying to surround Sunset.

Sometimes, though, she reaches out to hug him, but Sunset can always stop and get around her fingertips in a fraction of a second, or fly up and kick him down.

After chasing at high speed for nearly five minutes, many people behind him stopped there holding their waists to gasp for breath, or fell on the lawn and rolled, but Sunset's body was still so flexible and his speed did not slow down.

Just as Sunset saw only two or three people left behind her, ready to stop and end the farce, a police car whizzed to the bottom of the stadium, and two Russian police officers whistled and brandished batons toward the court.

"You're in trouble, you're in trouble..."

The boy in a Manchester United jersey crouched next to Sunset with his head in his hands whispered a warning to Sunset.

Sunset glanced at him, ignoring him, instead turning his head to look southwest.

"Bang!"

Pretending that nothing was struck by lightning, but was hit on the shoulder by a baton, and then a Russian sentence came:

"Squat down with your head ..."

Sunset glanced at the Russian policeman with a serious face, and without waiting for the baton to be raised again, he squatted down obediently, holding his head in his hands, but he didn't have the standard posture of those Chinese and Russian children on the court.

When the police officer briefly asks everyone present, he immediately twists Sunset's hand and twists it behind his back. also looked at it curiously, this thin Chinese boy has some dark skin, and he looks quite delicate between his eyebrows and eyes, is he really the murderer who knocked down the five people?

However, even if they are all bad boys in the neighborhood, they are also bad boys in Russia. The policeman's movements became rough, pushing to the side of the police car, pressing heavily on the body, and reaching out for handcuffs to handcuff him behind his back.

A loud Russian voice shouted from the side

"Hey, tap man, I can see it's the other person's hand first."

The Russian police turned their heads in dissatisfaction, intending to warn the other party that it must be a Chinese person who is covering up each other.

However, when he turned around, he saw a middle-aged Russian, at least a Westerner, with blond hair and blue eyes in a sweatshirt. The policeman's voice lowered two tones and said:

"Are you sure? Are you willing to testify? You're Russian?..."

"Yes, I am willing to testify, I am not only Russian, but also St. Petersburg, do you want to see my papers?"

The policeman looked at the other party with some dissatisfaction, and muttered:

"You'd better remember that you're a Russian ..."

Seeing that the middle-aged man still insisted on it, he stuffed Sunset into the back seat of the police car and said:

"Then you come to the Garden Street Police Station, you'd better hurry."

The middle-aged man directly bypassed the police car, pulled the door open from the other side and sat in the back seat.

After the police car started, the middle-aged man smiled at Sunset:

"My name is Shajdaev, Zenit U16 coach, can you understand me?"

"Sunset, Chinese."

As Sunset briefly introduced herself in Russian, with a Uklan accent, the police car shook violently, followed by the policeman yelling:

"You're Shaydayev, damn it, I didn't even recognize you! I'm a big fan of Zenit and yours, can you sign me in a moment? I've always wanted your signature..."

The Garden Street Police Station is not far away, just off the park next to the Chinese market, and the police's verbosity prevents Shaidayev from having a chance to continue communicating with Sunset.

After making the transcript, Sunset obviously took the coach's light, and the police took a much better attitude, recorded the transcript fairly, and then took a group photo around Shaidaev to sign it, so that the coach did not get tired of it.