Chapter 135: What! The opponent actually is? (Daily, discretion advised!)

The picturesque bank of the Lai Mang He resembled a restrained yet colorful jewel.

Li Kang gazed at the tranquil ancient mountain city through the car window.

He held a yellowed travel guide in his hands.

Tuopu Laotou, feeling somewhat unacclimated, weakly said: "Damn it, why did UEFA move its headquarters here!"

Wo Le Er laughed: "Switzerland is the clearing center of international finance, a moneybag."

Everyone's gaze was quickly drawn to a white castle.

Against the blue sky and white clouds, it appeared magnificently splendid.

The castle's interior doesn't look that beautiful; inside are many cells, walls stained with indelible black blood marks... even in the 1970s people were still locked up there.

Wo Le Er began to vividly recount the history of Nyon town.

The business car soon entered the narrow streets.

Li Kang shifted his attention to the roadside display windows, which held various handicrafts.

UEFA's headquarters is quite 'short'.

After the three arrived, they began to go their separate ways.

This time, few people attended the draw ceremony, and the gaps between the club representatives' seats were larger.

Li Kang entered the venue, looking for his seat by following the number signs.

There were only eight seats for player representatives, but many people attended the ceremony, making it hard to find one's seat at once.

He couldn't help but look toward the main stage.

There sat a large-eared trophy, glittering and dazzling, extremely eye-catching.

He finally found his seat.

Li Kang did not see Cristiano Ronaldo's presence this time.

Sitting beside him was... Lionel Messi.

The two nodded at each other, exchanging a simple greeting.

Each quietly waited for the draw ceremony to begin.

"Li! My good friend... well, and Messi! This seating arrangement is wonderful!"

Buffon laughed and bumped fists with the two, then sat on Li Kang's other side.

Moments later.

The main stage's big screen played exciting moments from the UEFA Champions League round of 16.

Bale surged through the clouds and overtook on the outside!

Hazard got past four men and drove straight into the dragon's den!

Godín cleared the ball off the line, turning extreme danger into safety!

Messi flicked the ball up, then curled a shot!

One exciting clip after another bolstered the atmosphere on site.

At the end.

Leverkusen's number 10 launched a solo breakaway shot at the North Laiyin home ground.

It pushed the atmosphere of the entire venue to its peak!

When the applause thundered,

Li Kang was still avidly reading the yellowed travel guide.

Messi hesitated slightly, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say those words.

"Li, Barcelona is a club full of human warmth."

The coaches' representative seats.

Tuopu Laotou felt a respect he hadn't felt in years.

Whether veteran famous coaches or rookie young coaches, they all warmly greeted him.

Even Luis Enrique showed a friendly smile, unlike his demeanor during the group-stage draw.

José Mourinho, Chelsea's head coach, was nowhere to be seen.

He was dismissed on December 17.

Dutch renowned coach Guus Hiddink once again became the 'firefighter captain' of Stamford Bridge!

Who is Guus Hiddink?

His deepest impression on broad fans was: head coach of the South Korea team at the 2002 World Cup.

Rafael Benítez, Real Madrid's head coach, was nowhere to be seen.

He was dismissed on January 5.

The person in charge of Real Madrid's first team was Zinedine Zidane.

An immortal flying beyond the heavens.

Switzerland possesses a world-famous 'punctuality obsession'.

When the ceremony time arrived,

The lights instantly dimmed.

The LED backdrop lit up the UEFA Champions League logo.

Master of ceremonies Pedro Pinto strode onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the draw ceremony for the 2015/16 UEFA Champions League quarter-finals..."

This guy went on for ten minutes of pleasantries before reluctantly leaving the stage.

Immediately after,

A girl holding a glass tank walked slowly onto the main stage.

It's Ai si li again.

She wore a long dress, and after putting down what she was holding, she quietly shifted her gaze to the player representatives' seats.

Hmm, this time it's much easier to find.

Soon I found the figure of the genius Bei lai yin.

They merely exchanged a glance.

Ai si li's cheeks flushed red with uncontainable joy, and she hurriedly exited from the side of the stage.

Bu Feng shook his head with a smile and said, "Li Mingdeng, her mother is better-looking."

When Mei Xi heard this, his expression stiffened a bit.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly.

The chairman of UEFA's competition department, Ma Er Kai Di, finished his half-hour of pleasantries.

As everyone was about to fall asleep, the heavyweight segment began!

Two men in suits walked onto the stage!

Pi Er Luo and Ha Wei!

The crowd suddenly erupted in enthusiastic cheers!

CTV5 live stream.

Comments flew across the screen.

-【Two midfield legends who could be recorded in football history, historic level!】

-【I wish Li Mingdeng had been born a few years earlier! I really want to see him compete on stage with these two legendary masters, Pi Er Luo and Ha Wei!】

-【There's still a chance to compete on stage; maybe... Pi Er Luo and Ha Wei will become coaches later and still get to meet Li Mingdeng.】

-【Pi Er Luo and Ha Wei not leaving the five major leagues, how does the fortune fall onto the younger generation? When they two leave, genius monsters sprout like bamboo shoots after spring!】

-【You've read too many fantasy novels!】

The two midfield masters didn't say a word of pleasantries.

Let's draw directly!

Ha Wei took out the first ball from the glass tank!

You Wen Tu Si!

The coaches' representatives' seats fell silent instantly.

Although You Wen Tu Si is experiencing the growing pains of its restructuring, that backline heavenly squad's lineup is very tough; in the two-legged knockout format, defense is paramount.

This opponent is not easy to beat.

Xi Meng Ni and Xi Ding Ke, their expressions were especially solemn.

When Ma Jing or Qie Er Xi meet Lao Fu Ren.

Is there even a need to watch that scene?

After waking up from a nap, it's another 0-0!

Pi Er Luo stared blankly, then casually reached out.

Bai Ren Mu Ni Hei!

The whole place erupted in an uproar!

No time given for the coaches to have any mental activity!

A Lai Ge Li lightly clapped.

Gua Di Ao La still scribbled on the draft paper.

The first matchup result is out!

You Wen Tu Si VS Bai Ren Mu Ni Hei!

The host hurriedly reminded Pi Er Luo and Ha Wei to slow down their actions.

For the show's effect, suspense must be aroused.

The two midfield masters didn't care.

The ceremony continued.

Pi Er Luo drew out the second ball, forcefully split it open, unfolded the slip, and aimed it at everyone.

"Ba Sa!"

En Li Ke was very calm.

The coaches' representatives' seats fell silent again.

Only Tuopu Laotou, his eyes flickering, seemed to be awaiting something.

The club representatives' seats.

Luo Bo Te's face bore a confident smile.

'The quarter-finals... there is no protection rule avoiding same-group same-association!'

Wo Le Er lightly patted his thigh, also anticipating the matchup result.

Ha Wei reached out and took out the ball.

He forcefully split it open, not immediately showing the slip, but first took a secret glance.

His expression didn't change much.

"Ma De Li Ji Ji!"

"The second matchup result is out!"

"Ba Sa versus Ma De Li Ji Ji!"

At the scene of the lottery ceremony, applause rang out again!

Enrike was stunned.

Luobote's smile froze.

Majing head coach Ximengni secretly clenched his fists, unable to resist the urge to jump up and give the Basa head coach a punch.

Majing at this time had no fear of a Basa without Hawei!

Tuopu Laotou raised his head.

The hands hidden in his pockets kept trembling.

The possible opponents Lewokusen might face are only Royal Madrid, Mancheng, and Qierxi.

No matter which opponent they encounter...

Peilaigelini and Xidingke's expressions eased slightly.

From a restrained style perspective, this result looks like a great lucky draw to the two of them.

The venue suddenly fell silent.

Qidaine casually glanced toward Li Kang.

Peierluo and Hawei did not rush to resume the lottery.

Their gazes wandered between the Royal Madrid head coach and Lewokusen's number 10.

He couldn't help laughing.

-【44-year-old Qidaine just sat there, his deep affectionate gaze looking over, all are the shadow of his 18-year-old self。】

-【The aunties of the three legendary midfielders smiled...】

-【Perhaps Keluyinfu and Modeliqi are also squatting in front of the TV!】

-【Bogeba: Wasn't it agreed? I am the future midfield superstar!】

-【What the hell? Don't let Li Mingdeng meet Royal Madrid in the quarter-finals! No!】

-【Playing well is not as good as drawing well...】

Madeli.

Modeliqi fed his daughter milk, staring intently at the TV's big screen.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

He could hardly wait!

Pa—la!

Hawei split open the small ball, displaying the third slip of paper in his hand.

«Lewokusen! »

Peierluo's actions seemed to slow down by half.

«Qierxi! »

«The third matchup result is out! »

«Lewokusen vs. Qierxi! »