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Chapter 192: He Refused the Princess? (Daily Transition)

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The younger generation in Spain has no feelings for the royal family.

Few people will defend this outdated and old-fashioned system.

Especially after a series of scandals involving the old king were exposed, the public is extremely resentful of the monarchy.

The king and princess will be imprisoned and exiled.

Even if the heir to the throne fails the exam, they will be expelled from school.

From time to time, thousands of demonstrators gather in Madrid**, demanding the abolition of the monarchy.

Moreover, some people deeply miss a certain dictator with great achievements.

But for certain special reasons, the royal family will not be abolished in the coming decades.

June 22.

King Felipe VI arrived at Thunder Island with the two young princesses.

There wasn't much fanfare, only a dozen or so guards in suits accompanied them.

Also accompanying them were Nadal, who plays tennis, Gattuso, who plays basketball, and the famous tenor Domingo.

After all, it is Europe's poorest royal family.

Media reporters followed them all the way.

When the royal motorcade arrived at the training base, it attracted many local residents to gather and watch.

On the training field.

Felipe VI excitedly said, "Vincent, I have come to support you with the hopes of the whole nation."

Only Bosque smiled and saluted, because he is a hereditary marquis.

As long as the royal family doesn't fall, his grandson can still eat the royal provisions... the taxpayers' money.

The flashbulbs flickered wildly.

The media reporters had even prepared their headlines in advance.

"The Nation's Hope! Symbol of Loyalty and Courage! Marquis Bosque!"

The other players' reactions were... merely perfunctory.

It was impossible to perform a salute; at most they just nodded.

Especially the Catalans, Basques, and Galicians... not to mention Diego Costa.

They prefer the civilian queen who has posed for nude photos, been divorced twice, and worked as a frontline war correspondent—Letizia.

She is the very embodiment of bravery and strength.

At 44 years old, she is practically the perfect dream lover.

Felipe VI doesn't mind, though; his father and sister have too many scandals, so he must strive to restore the royal family's image.

He must be close to the people!

He took turns shaking hands and thanking the players and the technical staff.

When he came before Li Kang, the king and the two little princesses could not hide their excitement, immediately taking three red number-six jerseys from the guards' hands.

The reporters all raised their cameras again, their eyes showing anticipation.

Miniano handed over a pen and whispered, "Li, sign..."

Li Kang nodded seriously and quickly signed his name.

Felipe VI and the little princesses treasured the jerseys, excitedly holding them up toward the camera.

Upon seeing the crooked, twisted handwriting on the jersey, everyone couldn't help but feel a bit dazed.

Ah, it's so ugly!

Spain's genius midfielder, the sword-bearer of the bullfighter army, the new helmsman of the invincible armada... why is his signature at an elementary school level?

Carvajal couldn't help laughing out loud.

Immediately afterward.

Cheerful laughter filled the entire training field.

After carefully sizing them up, Diego Costa frowned and asked puzzledly, "What are you laughing at? Li's handwriting is quite nice."

Li Kang remained calm; most of his homework in Germany is math and geometry problems.

Leverkusen hardly ever lets him participate in jersey-signing events with close fan contact.

Princess Leonor's cheeks turned red.

She hesitated for a long time, as if making some major decision, carefully tiptoed... and whispered a few words into the king's ear.

Felipe VI's face flushed like pig liver, and he immediately gestured to summon the attentive Miniano.

The royal family places great importance on face; even a short sentence has to be relayed through three people before it finally reaches Li Kang's ear.

Li Kang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Felipe VI's expression eased.

Princess Leonor appeared slightly disappointed.

The reporters' expectations also came to nothing: they were still waiting for a lengthy feature report on a beautiful fairy tale that transcends time.

One hour later.

The Spanish royal family left Thunder Island.

Morata darted to Miniano's side and asked, "What does the princess want to do to Li?"

Miniano said solemnly, "What are you thinking? The princess simply wants to have a ordinary royal greeting with Li, expressing the royal family's concern and care."

Morata exclaimed, "That means hugging and kissing?"

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Miniano said disdainfully, "What's on your mind? This is the purest royal etiquette."

In the distance.

Other players were conducting group scrimmages.

Yin Si Ke was very pleased with Li Kang's refusal of the princess's behavior.

His eyes held autumn waves.

Even when faced with an open-goal chance, he must pass the ball back to Li Kang at the top of the penalty arc...

At the edge of the pitch.

Bosque blinked in surprise: "Yin Si Ke will pass? This guy's vision has improved a lot!"

Bosque's coaching staff greatly disliked high-intensity pre-match training; facing Italy, they might even have to go into extra time, so after each day's basic training and lineup integration, they urged the players to seize time for massage and rest.

As for the menu, they continued each player's own club's menu.

Li Kang would take time each evening to watch his teammates play a football video game.

"Wow, Li! Your speed in the game is too slow, not as good as Pogba!"

"Nonsense, it's you who's using your brain, not Li!"

"What's going on, can your Buffon stop Li's heavy shot? This game has so many bugs!"

"It's not surprising, how many senior heavy shots has Buffon saved in real life?"

"Try picking Arsenal; Cech can one-handedly catch a heavy shot without dropping it!"

Morata and Saul gripped the controllers, chattering nonstop.

De Gea held his phone, leaning against the sofa back, curiously asking: "Li, are you a Libra?"

Li Kang thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.

Manchester United's goalkeeper lamented: "That's doomed; Buffon has never conceded a goal to a Libra player in his many years of career!"

Since 1995, there has never been a shortage of top Libra strikers in Serie A and the Champions League, yet none have managed to break through the young Buffon's goal.

Luck is part of a football match.

Some superstitions, you can't help but believe.

Diego Costa scratched his butt, exasperated: "Damn, I'm a Libra too!"

Someone once arranged an all-time best lineup according to the twelve zodiac signs.

Libra is nearly invincible.

Coach: Wenger.

Goalkeeper: Yashin.

Defenders: Kolarov, Thiago Silva, Vidic.

Midfielders: Deschamps, Totti, Rijkaard, Barak.

Forwards: Pelé, Yin Bu, Rummenigge.

The days passed just like that.

After Li Kang's training ended each day, he repeatedly watched the match videos of Juventus and Italy.

Failing to get past Italy would mean Spain's path to revival would go down the drain.

In his spare time, he also played through Quantum Break and Uncharted 4.

With the European Championship's wall-to-wall coverage, his fame worldwide grew, and the Lewokusen number 10 jersey and Spain number 6 jersey sold out.

His phone received daily financial updates from his little assistant.

Girls he hadn't contacted in a long time also sent encouraging photos and messages.

Li Kang, of course, did not reply; after viewing, he always silently deleted them.

June 29.

Saint-Denis Stadium, lights blazing.

Fans from Yin Biliya and the Apennines gathered in the suburbs of Paris, France.

The two cultures began to clash passionately.

The most anticipated match of the round of 16 is about to kick off!

Spain vs. Italy!

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