Chapter 151: Coach

Hu'an Chang, buzzing nonstop.

Fans drank chilled sherry and started dancing flamenco.

On the green pitch.

After the players from both sides shook hands with the referees in turn, they began chatting with each other.

Marcelo, Ramos, and Carvajal complained bitterly.

Neymar, Yinniesita, and Busquets hugged each other.

Alba and Alves, shirtless, exchanged their national team jerseys.

The substituted Casemiro sat dazedly on the bench, looking glum.

Pique enthusiastically waved both hands at the female fans.

In this international A-level match, the two teams together actually had as many as ten players from Real Madrid and Barcelona.

Li Kang passed the jersey to Cazorla.

Because the Arsenal master said his son was his fan.

De Gea wore a coat, held a hot water bottle, stepped forward and whispered: "Li, Manchester United is really good; I've heard more than once Van Gaal's praise of you. This summer transfer window, the club is very likely to successfully sign Juventus's Pogba, then..."

He finally got a chance to communicate with Li Kang.

Before he finished speaking, David Silva interrupted him.

"Li, creating history with your own hands is more interesting than reviving a wealthy family's foundation."

"Yin Tihade, only the last piece is missing."

The outcome was decided.

De Gea stared, then couldn't help sighing: "The gap between coaches, huh? Old Van really lacks culture; his lines are terrible. Look at Manchester City's Pellegrini—his chicken soup is far more thorough."

Sevilla's night scenery is very beautiful.

The city dubbed "the city that never sleeps."

A few hundred years ago it was Europe's trade gateway to the New World continent.

One of the origins of the Black Death.

The deeper the night, the higher the residents' enthusiasm rose.

One hour later.

The Spanish national team, amidst the hustle and bustle, returned to the hotel in the southern part of the old town.

Here it's quiet enough not to affect the players' normal routine.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of the guest room, one could take in the Golden Tower and Spanish Square at a glance.

During a player's stint with the national team, they rarely go out to experience local customs.

But De Gea is an exception.

After storing his luggage, he and Mina slipped out through the hotel's back door shoulder to shoulder.

"Can we order takeout? It would be safer."

"What's the point of takeout? Rose Street in the Holy Cross District never delivers."

"Then we gotta be careful—if the paparazzi snap us, you'll be scratched from the Euro Cup roster!"

"Don't worry—without Yin Si Ke and those two idiots Muniain, everything will be very safe."

Guest corridor.

"Li, what do you think of this girl? Is she pretty?... Our rooms are next to each other; don't lock the door later, I'll come find you to play games."

Morata held his phone, smiling dreamily.

The Juventus forward, thanks to his handsome looks, was pursued by many Italian female stars, but his private life was spotless—he never fooled around, only liking pure online romance.

Li Kang glanced, nodded seriously, and walked into his own room.

The system prompt sounded softly.

【Ding! Congratulations on completing the mission: The legend of Yin Biliya is born!】

【Mission receipt: Football is an eleven-person sport; when you have teammates whose style matches yours, everything becomes simple.】

【Mission reward: Unlock the Yin Biliya Peninsula achievement!】

【Thanks to Li Enke IV for granting us the right to roast suckling pig!】

Countless joking prayers flooded Li Kang's mind.

The achievement wall on the system panel suddenly glowed red.

Beside the "Bei lai yin Hero" badge, a map-shaped mark protruded.

【Yin Biliya Peninsula Hero: When you step onto the La Liga and Primeira Liga pitches, your stamina recovery rate increases by 20%; when you play for the national team, all teammates' stamina recovery rate increases by 1%.】

What's the special effect of La Liga?

As far as I can see, it's only useful on the UEFA Champions League stage.

As for the national team's 1% recovery rate...

Can it ease the stamina lost from blinking?

The system prompt did not stop.

【Congratulations on obtaining the extra reward: Bullfighter's Blade!】

【Bullfighter's Blade: a binding item that can be used on national teammates; after successful binding, that teammate's shot-on-target accuracy increases by 1%; you will gain an additional boost in the strongest attribute of that teammate at the peak of their career.】

The light faded.

In Li Kang's hand, a spear suddenly appeared.

He pondered a moment, deciding whom to use it on.

Yinniesita!

His peak dribbling...

"Li, have you played Tomb Raider: Rise? This installment's Laura really matches my aesthetic... Huh? Why are you bringing this to a match?"

"It's dangerous, don't hurt yourself—just look, it's a fake!"

Morata rushed into the room clutching a game console, reaching out to touch the sword hilt.

In an instant, his whole body shook violently.

【Ding! Bond with Morata achieved!】

【You gained an attribute boost: Header +5.】

【Morata gained an ability boost: Shot-on-target accuracy increased by 1%.

Li Kang stared blankly.

Morata shook his head, as if he had just lost his memory, and said wearily: "I suddenly feel sleepy..."

Late at night.

News about international A-level matches popped up on the home pages of major sports media apps.

"Wash away the humiliation! The Matadors crushed the Samba Team 3-0!"

"The revival of the Mediterranean fortress? Conte led Italy to defeat the previous World Cup champions!"

"The European Red Devils battled the Gallic Rooster to a draw!"

"The Checkered Team clashed with the Eastern European Knights, a goal feast!"

"The Three Lions Team narrowly lost to the Red Dragon!"

-【What a mishmash of headlines—makes you think you're reading a fantasy novel.】

-【The Euro Cup is coming, the Centennial Copa America is coming, this year there are no weak teams.】

-【This year's Euro Cup expanded to 24 teams—even Iceland made it in!】

-【You're kidding? Iceland's population is smaller than our county—where would you find so many professional players?】

-【No, really—Iceland's team is strong: the head coach is a dentist, the midfielder a real estate boss, the goalkeeper a director...】

-【Don't just fixate on the Euro Cup—this year's Centennial Copa America is also a big deal; I hope Messi can achieve his wish.】

The next morning.

Li Kang followed the national team back to Madrid.

Las Rosas Training Base.

Bosque handed him a file folder.

"This is our coaching staff's recommendation report on Lewokusen club—you can take a look when you have time."

"Wishing you a pleasant Champions League journey."

"Remember, protect yourself and don't get injured easily."

No lecturing at all.

The kind Spanish head coach patted Li Kang on the shoulder, his big belly protruding, then turned and left.

Teammates said their goodbyes one after another.

The call-up list changed dramatically.

The next time the national team fights side by side, some may have to wait until the Champions League ends.

Miniano stood in the corner, grinning foolishly:

If Fabregas and Diego Costa return to the team, what kind of chemical reaction would they have with Li Kang?

Plus Atletico Madrid's Saul and Bayern's Thiago...

What a happy problem to have.