Chapter 146: Harvey?

The story branches into two.

Bernau, one of the most magnificent stadiums in Europe.

A 'seven-billion showdown' is underway.

Traditional giants versus Europe's new elite.

Based on the transfer values of both sides, the combined worth of the two teams reaches up to one billion euros.

At the 2016 exchange rate, when converted to renminbi, it amounts to a seven-billion-yuan spectacle.

The match was exceptionally intense.

Possession swung back and forth.

The spectators were treated to a visual feast.

What else could compare to the splendid performance of twenty-two super-rich?

Pellegrini was harried.

Obviously, Manchester City's tactics were flawless.

At times, they held the upper hand over the opponent.

Yet they could not withstand the explosive individual prowess of Real Madrid's players.

Three counterattacks left the Premier League's costliest defense scrambling.

Manchester City's head coach's face gradually turned pale.

His eyes were locked on Modric in the white No. 19 jersey.

"He and Li Kang are two extremes."

"Li Kang is best at spotting weaknesses in the opponent's tactical system and then destroying them."

"Modric, meanwhile, based on the game's frequency and intensity, switches roles, adapts to changes in rhythm and intensity—he is building, constructing…"

Zidane scratched his bald head.

He was under great pressure.

Not long ago, Real Madrid lost to Villarreal.

The Madrid media traded harsh words.

They even put the nickname given by Oriental netizens on the front-page headline.

A mystic master?

In the league they are meek, yet in the Champions League they strike hard?

Bernau Stadium is like a hall.

The fans' cheers resemble a hymn.

Yaya Touré, after several talks with the midfield at the ceremony, ended up on the losing side.

Real Madrid regained the initiative.

In the 20th minute of the match,

Then a sudden change occurred.

Kroos moved forward a few steps in midfield and then passed the ball to the right.

Modric touched the ball once and passed it out wide.

Manchester City players quickly fell back to defend.

Carvajal received the ball and hesitated for two seconds.

In Manchester City's penalty area, the BBC trio all had a shot.

Smack!

The ball rolled to the edge of the right side of the penalty area.

Bale surged forward, trapped the ball, and immediately lofted a shot from a tight angle toward the goal.

The ball hit Manchester City-Fernando's leg, deflecting its path.

After striking the post, it rebounded into the net.

Joe Hart once again ended up as background.

1–0!

!

The entire Bernau was instantly filled with joy.

By the pitch.

Pellegrini helplessly covered his forehead.

"If Manchester City had Li Kang…"

Two days later.

The first-leg results of the Champions League quarter-finals are out.

Lewokusen 1–1 Chelsea.

Real Madrid 1–0 Manchester City.

Barcelona 2–1 Atlético Madrid.

Juventus 2–2 Bayern Munich.

The number of comments surged.

-【Atlético Madrid is a shame; if Torres were in better form, the score would be 2–3, I favor Atlético Madrid to eliminate Barcelona in the second leg, they have the most champion material!】

-【The Juventus vs. Bayern match had high stakes, scoring two goals then conceding two, a spear versus shield showdown.】

-【Is it even worth watching Juventus's match? Waking up to another draw, I favor them to go into extra time in the second leg.】

- The most stable is still Real Madrid, champion material; although Zidane is clueless in his commands, his luck is too strong to overcome.

- Why isn't Li Mingdeng going to Real Madrid?

- The conflict between Zidane and Bale is deep; if he hadn't encountered Real Madrid's golden squad, his level would at best be about the same as Enrique's.

- Unrelated to ability, player‑coach chemistry is crucial; if Li Mingdeng were to meet Enrique, Simeone, or Conte, conflict would definitely arise.

- Stop praising Li Mingdeng; he's merely a system player, with the whole Lewokusen team built around him. Don't believe us—just wait and see, once he joins a Spanish first‑team side he'll be even more impressive.

Li Kang did not watch the match live.

He prefers watching recordings, because he can drag the progress bar, replay and fast‑forward.

He didn't go anywhere these two days.

Aside from training, he just holed up in his room watching recent Chelsea match replays.

Lewokusen first‑team dormitory.

The little assistant was helping him pack his luggage.

"Since losing the Confederations Cup, Spain has always wanted to avoid Brazil... I mean in friendlies."

"Now it's settled—on the international match day, Brazil has come knocking!"

"Seville is cold this month; you need to bring more clothes."

At this time, Spain and Brazil share the same misery.

In the 2014 World Cup, both teams experienced their own tragedies.

5:1.

7:1.

With the European Cup and the Centenary Copa America approaching, both sides need a top‑level showdown to ignite morale.

The roster is set without suspense—all the starters are out!

Friday.

Madrid Las Rosas training base.

After Li Kang changed into his jersey, he met his Spain national team teammates.

Stars gathered.

Yinniesita, Busquets, Ramos, David Silva, Cazorla...

Diego Costa and Fàbregas were nowhere to be seen.

Aside from a few old acquaintances he had faced before, most of the stars showed little enthusiasm,

On the contrary, the drowsy Bosque jerked awake, excitedly waving his plump hand: "Li, come over quickly... oh... hurry up and warm up!"

The Spanish head coach's eyes shone with vigor.

He couldn't wait to see which midfield setup Li Kang would adapt to best.

Miniano hurried over and put a vest on Li Kang.

How luxurious is Spain's midfield lineup? You could split it into four teams!

In a sense, finding the best setup for Li Kang might even require building a mathematical model.

Ten minutes later.

Li Kang was assigned to Team A.

His midfield teammates were Busquets and Yinniesita.

His defensive teammates were Piqué, Bartra, Alba, and Bellerín.

Orthodoxy of Barcelona's genes in midfield and defense.

Leading the front line are Pedro and Nolito.

Both are also Barcelona youth team transfers.

The striker Morata and goalkeeper De Gea, however, seem out of place.

The intention behind this training setup is very clear.

The Spanish coaching staff simply wants to replicate the peak dynasty.

Bosque twirled his finger at his temple and muttered, "I really don't know what Barcelona is thinking; if Li came from Real Madrid's youth academy... he'd definitely be our Bernabeu... the prince of Madrid!"

On the other side.

Team B's lineup is glittering with stars.

Front line: Aduris, Básquez.

Midfield: David Silva, Cazorla, Coke, Thiago.

Defense: Ramos, San José, Juanfran, Carvajal.

Goalkeeper: Casillas.

Beep!

Assistant coach Miniano blew the whistle.

The scrimmage officially began.

Morata kicked off and passed the ball back to Li Kang.

Li Kang touched the ball once and passed it to Yinniesita.

He immediately began a diagonal run.

The moment he received the ball, he couldn't help but stare: the power and line... damn it, it's just like Xavi!

Facing Aduris pressing in,

Yinniesita passed the ball back to Busquets.

He likewise touched the ball once.

He didn't even lift his head.

He instinctively pushed the ball forward.

Li Kang happened to be in the passing lane.

Smack!

It was still just a touch with the foot.

Alba, who had made an overlapping run down the flank, got past Koke.

Team A began to advance!

The ball was quickly passed under the players' feet.

Li Kang always appeared in the right spot, as if he had God's perspective, and his every move was flawless.

Perfect passing lane.

Exquisite ball-passing strength.

Reasonable positioning.

Broad vision.

He turned Team A into an incredibly precise instrument.

Space and rhythm were exploited to the utmost!

Li Kang was like a bullfighter wielding a sharp sword!

Dominating the match!

His teammates were overjoyed.

They regained the feeling most missed by the Spanish national team...

Xavi!

Everyone was stunned.

Bosque excitedly raised both fists.

Muniaño stared, dumbfounded.

God's gift to Spain?

What's more frightening is that Li is only 18 years old...

Team B's players felt like they were facing a formidable foe!

Their opponent before them... was none other than the peak bullfighter dynasty!

30 minutes later.

The scrimmage ended.

Team A lost 0-3 to Team B.

The training field was so quiet that not a sparrow stirred.

Bosque shrugged his shoulders, feeling extremely vexed.