Chapter 136: Childhood dream was Juventus? (Daily, mind the click!)

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

-【Asking for science popularization, what story is there between Leverkusen and Chelsea?】

-【Nothing much, right? The 2011 Champions League group stage clash was exciting, and the historical transfer dealings between the two clubs were very frequent: Schürrle, Torres, including Ballack's return to Bei lai yin...】

-【In 2013, one of the hottest transfer topics, 22-year-old Schürrle left Leverkusen and transferred to Chelsea.】

-【At that time Leverkusen wanted Chelsea's youngster-De Bruyne, but for some unknown reason the transfer was called off.】

-【Li Mingdeng's Champions League journey so far has seen opponents all strong... Apart from the players' strength gap, the team's style of play is always tightly restrained!】

-【Hiddink twice served as Chelsea's interim head coach, continuing Mourinho's tactics, occasionally making muddled mistakes.】

Stamford Bridge.

Abramovich saw the result on the TV screen and beamed with joy.

He lightly patted the sofa, looked up at Ms. Scaya standing nearby, and asked: "Should I feel happy or regretful?"

Several assistants around felt puzzled by his words.

Chelsea drew Leverkusen, naturally something to be happy about.

After Mourinho was sacked, Chelsea's players in recent league matches were like they'd been injected with chicken blood, vaguely returning to last season's peak strength!

Regret?

What's there to regret?

Leverkusen's midfield core might not necessarily join Chelsea in the summer window!

Nyon, UEFA headquarters.

The draw ceremony had not yet ended.

The final matchup was beyond doubt, but the home/away order still needed to be drawn.

According to UEFA rules: the team drawn first will play the first leg at home.

Pirlo and Xavi successively opened the last two small balls.

Thus far.

The quarter‑final matchups of the Champions League have been decided:

Juventus vs. Bayern Munich!

Barcelona vs. Atlético Madrid!

Leverkusen vs. Chelsea!

Real Madrid vs. Manchester City!

The draw ceremony entered its final stage.

The player representatives of the Champions League quarter‑finalists were invited onto the main stage.

Media reporters rushed to raise their cameras, flashbulbs flickering wildly.

Li Kang and the era's brilliant stars left behind a group photo.

After the draw ceremony ended.

UEFA held an outdoor banquet.

The head coaches of all clubs were surrounded by reporters.

A Spanish reporter asked: "Mr. Tuop, I'm from Marca, are you satisfied with Leverkusen's draw result this time?"

Tuop Laotou glanced at Hiddink.

He politely smiled.

What a stupid question!

No matter whether the answer is satisfied or not, it's disrespect to Chelsea!

【Leverkusen coach satisfied with draw result: Chelsea is too weak!】

【Leverkusen coach dissatisfied with draw result: Chelsea doesn't deserve to be an opponent!】

This is damn the style of football tabloid trash!

Another reporter asked: "Mr. Tuop, rumour has it that Leverkusen, Li Kang, and Chelsea have already reached a summer transfer agreement..."

Tuop Laotou quickly interrupted: "Wait, I've heard many versions, nothing more than swapping Chelsea's name for Manchester City, Manchester United, Arsenal, and Barcelona..."

Simeone stepped forward, shoved the reporter aside, displeased: "You omitted Atlético Madrid's name."

Pellegrini furrowed his brow, shook his head and sighed: "Joining Atlético? You'd turn Li into a goalkeeper, his creativity would be worn away."

Everyone burst out laughing.

The originally malicious rumor vanished in an instant.

The reporters gradually shifted the topic to other players.

Not far away.

Enrique and Robert forced a smile.

The phrases '1 million euros' and 'installment payments' echoed in his mind, impossible to dispel.

"Results can prove everything!"

"Barcelona is more than just a club; no player is indispensable!"

The talk split into two.

Player representatives were also accepting media interviews.

Buffon knows sign language.

He solemnly made strange gestures to Li Kang, then relayed them to the reporters.

"The climate here is nice."

The moon tonight is very beautiful.

In this lifetime, it's impossible to return to Barcelona; the childhood dream team is Juventus...

The reporters obviously won't believe the sign language translation of the last half sentence.

La Masia's number 4 spot—how could the childhood dream team be Juventus? AC Milan is about the same!

Messi is hesitating.

Hesitating whether to chat with Li Kang.

He deeply knows the team's potential aging issue; perhaps in a few seasons, Barcelona will fall from its pedestal...

Yinniesita is getting older, with frequent injuries.

Rakitic's abilities are very comprehensive, but he's not the midfield core the team needs.

The MSN combo, the South American trident, isn't invincible in every situation.

La Masia's number 4 position, its value to Barcelona cannot be measured in money.

If 18-year-old Li Kang is willing to return to Nuokanpu, Barcelona will usher in a new dynasty.

He had been holding it in for a long time.

Messi finally made a decision.

He is inherently proud, rarely initiating jersey exchanges with others.

All this, only because of a deep love for Barcelona.

Immediately, he walked slowly toward Leverkusen's number 10.

Suddenly.

A girl's figure suddenly burst out, blocking his position, and she darted ahead to Li Kang's front.

Messi: "..."

The superstar sighed helplessly and turned away.

Poor Messi, why doesn't he think: inviting Li Kang to join the Argentine national team might be more likely than returning to Barcelona.

Of course, neither is feasible.

Ai si li is a bit nervous, heart fluttering like a startled deer.

She had prepared many words, but when she faced Li Kang, she couldn't utter a single word.

Ah, which girl doesn't harbor a crush?

Under the pure moonlight, the girl whispered softly, and thousands of words ultimately became a single sentence:

Li, I want...

Li! We have to go!

Wo Le Er's booming voice was like rolling thunder.

Just like the tracks of a heavy tank, it crushed all the girls' affections.

Li Kang stepped back two steps, politely nodding farewell to Ai si li.

Tactical instructor Beilunta once said: 'Human social energy is very limited; don't simultaneously form unnecessary connections with multiple opposite-sex individuals.'

Seeing this scene.

Nearby reporters also couldn't muster the inclination to write gossip.

What can be written?

"How to Politely Reject Opposite-Sex Advances?"

"The Disciplined Prince of Bei lai yin?"

These positive news stories, what damn traffic do they have?

UEFA arranged accommodation for club representatives in Geneva.

Coincidentally.

The hotel is situated beside the lake.

Beneath the sign, oddly, a string of numbers is engraved: 2002.

Wo Le Er patted Tuopu Laotou's shoulder and said with a smile: 'In 2002, I led the German team to win the World Cup runner-up, and you led Leverkusen to achieve the three Asia king...'

Tuopu Laotou curled his lips: 'Damn it, UEFA must have done this on purpose!'

Li Kang smiled and closed the travel guide.

UEFA didn't do it on purpose.

Geneva joined the UN in 2002; member countries of the WTO successively came here to open exhibitions, and many hotels were also built that year.