Chapter 206: Immortal Points the Way (Daily Transition)

Atlantic Stadium.

This white palace is dotted with red.

Countless little flags flutter in the wind.

Even the faces of neutral fans are filled with happy smiles, and they all give their applause to Spain's number 6.

The ticket price is totally worth it!

At 18 years old, facing the World Cup champions, he dominates everything.

Even more frightening is that Li Kang's two goals are both so spectacular.

For viewers who usually don't watch football, the shock they feel is comparable to Balotelli at the 2012 European Cup.

When the big screen in mid-air displays "Best Player of the Match".

Tens of thousands shout his name in unison.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Minyano leads Yin Si Ke, Morata, Saul, David Silva and others onto the pitch, celebrating wildly.

Bosque proactively shakes hands with Löw.

The two chat as they walk toward the tunnel.

Spain seems to always be Germany's nemesis, 2008 European Cup final... 2010 World Cup semi-final.

After Li Kang and his teammates finish celebrating, he happens to pat Boateng's little marinated egg.

He feels the German team played well, just that the lineup isn't complete enough... without Lahm and Klose, if they could add a healthy Robben and Ribéry it would be even better.

He also feels Bayern's lineup is complete enough, it's just that Guardiola's tactical system doesn't suit the players.

Coach Belenta once said: "A strong team is when the lineup is at its peak and most complete... encountering the most suitable tactical system."

"Li..."

Boateng wipes his eyes, stands up, and shakes hands with Li Kang.

After several encounters, Bayern's players still have a decent impression of the Bei lai yin genius:

Clean defensive moves, good sportsmanship, and they don't trash talk.

Their image and temperament also fit Bayern's style.

In the distance.

Schweinsteiger's eye sockets are red.

The 32-year-old iron little pig gazes at Li Kang's back... suddenly feeling he truly can't establish himself in the five major leagues, even having an urge to retire.

The person with equally complex emotions is Busquets.

He glumly says: "Li is our La Masia person, why is he even closer to Bundesliga players?"

Yinniesita sighs: "We should think about how to coordinate with Li... in this match, the chemistry between us three still hasn't fully come out."

Facing Germany's high-pressure pressing.

The injury-plagued Barcelona veteran, mistakes frequent, indirectly causing the "Li Bai Bu" combination to repeatedly break down.

He wishes he could be a few years younger.

German stands, most fans don't blame their own warriors, likewise giving warm applause.

Poor Kroos, again becoming the scapegoat on German internet forums.

"Only passes safe balls."

"When the national team meets strong teams, he hides and slacks off."

"Defensive attitude not proper, tackling not aggressive."

"Old oil player's style, chemistry high with Real Madrid in ceremonial midfield, low with Bayern."

Kroos has long stopped caring about those messy noises.

He comforts the crying Kimmich, then walks slowly toward Li Kang.

Just about to say something.

But someone steps ahead and exchanges jerseys with Li Kang.

"Li, if you have time in the future, you must definitely come back often to Bei lai yin..."

Havertz's tone hides no sadness.

Li Kang instinctively rubs the other's hair.

Sunset slants west, unintentionally recalling the time at Lewokusen youth team.

The story splits into two.

De Bruyne is just miserable.

Wales 3:1 Belgium.

At Moro Wa Stadium, a world-shocking score is born.

Wales falls behind one goal at kickoff, but tenaciously fights back to achieve a three-goal comeback feat.

Bale leads the European Red Dragon, creating history, first entering the European Cup semi-finals, tying England's best ever performance in the European Cup!

Moro Wa Stadium, the Great Sage and Death God join hands to break the enemy!

No heart-stopping corner-overtake.

No one expected Bale's defensive interceptions and organizational distribution to be so terrifying, a slight speed increase able to draw most of Belgium's defensive forces.

Plus Ramsey, it's him who pulled out a godlike performance, using two exquisite assists to help Wales complete the comeback, sealing the victory.

Fighting for fourth? How could you possibly beat Arsenal's players.

At Wales' victory banquet, the Lukaku brothers didn't come, and no one dared to touch the quick child.

De Bruyne frowned bitterly, crouched on the ground, pulling at the grass in gloom.

As the losing side's MVP best player.

He had many things he couldn't understand.

Individual strength strong, overall tactics compatible...

Why is scoring a goal so difficult?

Why is it so easy for the opponent to score?

That night.

Spain's bus slowly drove into the training base.

Li Kang carried an extra black cloth bag, stuffed full of four German team jerseys.

The system prompt sounded softly.

【Ding, congratulations on completing the task: Counterattack·Iron Torrent!】

【Task introduction: You are about to face the most brutal match of this European Cup... What? You already won unscathed?】

【Task rewards being distributed...】

【Congratulations on obtaining: European Tour·Mysterious Treasure Box!】

The system delayed again.

This has also happened several times in past Bundesliga matches.

Li Kang glanced at the prize pool.

【Yin Bulaximowici「Scorpion Tail」module!】

【Owen「Chasing the Wind Boy」module!】

【Van Basten「Zero-Degree Angle Killer」module!】

【Rooney「Stunning Bicycle Kick」module!】

【...】

Dazzling array of modules, dazzling to the eyes.

【The treasure box is opening...】

【Congratulations on obtaining: Toni Kroos「Divine Guidance」module!】

【Bus Nemesis.】

【Low-position defensive line terminator.】

【Module analysis: This is not a skill module, but a way of thinking, helping teammates break through traditional dense defenses.】

Li Kang suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

Fragments scattered, appearing one by one in his mind.

The system prompt did not end immediately.

【Ding, achievement unlocked: European Cup Semi-Finals!】

【Achievement reward: Advanced Attribute Points*2!】

【Advanced Attribute Points: Can be used for single attribute values in the 90-99 range!】

【Leg strength has reached the limit, cannot be increased.】

The dizziness gradually faded.

He thought for a moment, then stretched his fingers toward the air.

【Physical Confrontation: 92→94!】

This attribute not only enhances confrontation, but also raises the physical load limit when executing other skill modules.

Klaverdan.

French team base, tactical meeting room.

The seats were pitch black.

The light from the LED screen... only reflected a few white faces.

Pa.

Deschamps turned on the lights, the seats filled with dense clusters of small black eggs.

"Restrict Spain's number 6, even if it means fouling!"

"No matter how strong his physique, he can't withstand harassment from two or more people!"

A very plain explanation.

Deschamps also wanted to explain more finely, but once he used slightly more professional terms, some of the small black eggs couldn't understand.

Could only separately deploy additional arrangements.

The meeting ended.

Payet grabbed Kanté's shoulder in a hug: "Don't be so afraid of getting cards, this European Cup's semi-final is harder to play than the final."

Kanté smiled shyly, shook his head.

Pogba pulled out his carried mirror, tidied his hair:

"Kanté, just pass the ball to me."

"And that kid, be sharp, don't just dribble blindly, if it weren't for Griezmann's suspension and Coman's injury, you really wouldn't get a chance to play!"

Mbappé didn't respond.

He gazed at Spain's number 6 on the LED screen, his eyes full of envy.

In this European Cup, the 17-year-old him still hasn't gotten a chance to play.

The lineup for the Euro Cup semifinals was officially announced, quickly igniting the entire internet.

Upper half:

Portugal vs Wales.

Lower half:

Spain vs France.

One piece of news after another appeared on the front pages of major online platforms.

"The Brightest Star of the French Summer, Genius Midfielder Li Kang Shatters the German War Machine!"

"The Biggest Upset! Wales Stuns Belgium with a Shocking Comeback!"

"Penalty Shootout! Portugal Eliminates Poland!"

"Dark Horse Ends! France Team Easily Defeats Iceland 5:2!"

-【Spain is truly miserable, every match in the death half feels like a final!】

-【What's miserable? Most of the time they're just playing conservatively, the whole team has no injuries or suspensions.】

-【Li Mingdeng is very likely to be contained by France, just look at their midfield... several big, burly black guys, Sissoko, Matuidi, Kanté, Pogba!】

-【Kanté is quite short, but you're right, even if Li Mingdeng is tough, he can't be tougher than those black guys!】

-【The French team is quite dirty, I don't know if it's because of host nation privileges, but in several matches the referees seem unwilling to hand out cards.】

-【I'm optimistic about France winning the title, no complicated tactics, they can relax and play low-position dense defense, the whole team also has strong firepower.】

-【Hey hey hey, isn't anyone paying attention to the Portugal vs Wales match?】

-【Well, Belgium is like those Android phones from a few years ago, every component is top-tier, but the system is full of bugs, the hardware never loses, yet the experience never wins.】

Ré Island, France, the Spanish national team's base.

Bosque perhaps felt the disciples' training was too dull, so following the advice of the psychological counselor, he specially relaxed the training ban: one day off, allowing the wives' group to enter Ré Island.

The players felt as if they had been pardoned.

Especially the group of veteran players who had become fathers.

Not having seen their children for over a month, they were nearly driven mad.

Soon, after grooming and dressing up, the veterans left the training base one after another.

Those who should fall in love did so.

Those who should enjoy a brief separation like newlyweds did so.

Those who should comfort their children did so.

Only Yin Si Ke, Saul, Koke, Li Kang, and Morata remained at the base playing games.

"You're so handsome, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I temporarily don't want to look for one."

"I wasn't asking you, I was asking Li."

"Nutcase, you're making Li unable to answer you?"

"Wow! This French youngster called Mbappé... his explosive speed is so fast? The feel is great, silky smooth!"

"Hey hey hey! Your Matuidi and Kanté knocked Li over in the game! Was there no foul? And Pogba's stats are truly abnormal!"

Yin Si Ke sullenly put down the controller.

In the game, Spain lost 0:1 to the French team.

"This game isn't fun."

"Li, after this Euro Cup ends, you'll definitely be able to join Real Madrid, right?"

"Atlético is better, Simeone the boss can lead us to win everything!"

"Li, if you've decided where you're going, you must tell me in advance!"

Morata has been somewhat irritable lately.

His agent told him: Real Madrid intends to activate the buy-back clause this summer window, bringing him back from Juventus to the Bernabéu.

He wants to return, after all he grew up in Real Madrid's youth academy.

But returning would also mean being a substitute for BBC.

He might even have to wait until Benzema gets injured before he gets a chance to play.

But Benzema's body is simply too durable.

Moreover.

He doesn't know if he can fit into Zidane's tactical system.

He's always been the one receiving others' passes... being a supporting role is unpleasant, unless he's supporting Li!

Days passed just like that.

Besides daily training, Li Kang spent his time watching France team match recordings.

He couldn't see much tactical content, the style was very similar to West Ham United.

Deschamps' tactical system is very straightforward, strong against the weak, weak against the strong, he doesn't care about the host nation's image, he can let players commit strategic fouls without hesitation.

The individual strength of this group of young black players in the French team is frighteningly strong.

Especially Pogba, after returning to the national team he's like a reborn person.

And beside him is the little guy Kanté, his interception and tackling ability... can be called top-tier.

The only easy thing is: perhaps the upcoming match won't require much thinking.

In the cafeteria.

The phone occasionally rang with message notifications.

Li Kang picked up the screen to look, all were messages sent by girls.

What Zhifu, Ai si li, and some female celebrities who don't know where they got their contact information.

There's nothing strange or weird, just normal words of encouragement and motivation.

Mixed in are many serious selfies wearing Spain's number 6 jersey.

It's the crucial match of the European Cup, how can you spend all day chatting with girls?

You need self-discipline.

He silently finished reading the message content, then deleted them one by one.

Minia nuo leaned in to take a few glances, advising seriously: "Li, your vision needs to be more long-term; perhaps like Beckenbauer, your future girlfriend may not be born for many years yet."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Ke ke flipped through the newspaper, speaking solemnly: "Li is now the most popular athlete in Yin Biliya, and getting a girlfriend is very easy."

Sa er suddenly said: "Fabregas's girlfriend is quite pretty, what's her name again? Maria!"

Yin Si Ke retorted: "Those girls obsessed with fame and fortune... are not suitable for Li!"

Diego Costa looked exhausted, as if drained of spirit and energy, nodding with all his strength to show agreement: "Marrying a suitable partner can determine the happiness of the second half of one's life."

Yin Ti Ha De Stadium.

Holding a press conference for Guardiola taking charge of Manchester City.

Stands on all sides, thousands of fans cheering and leaping with joy.

They firmly believe: the legendary coach who led Barcelona to six trophies can build an invincible blue moon legion!

"Li? Future midfield core of the blue moon? Championship puzzle? Sorry, I currently don't know anything about this."

"If the transfer rumors are true, it would be happiness for Manchester City fans, but trouble for me."

"He's excellent; I've imagined having him in the lineup."

"His excellence forces me to make many, many changes, especially regarding the requirements for the two full-backs... I can't find anyone in the world suitable for him as a full-back."

The reporters were completely confused.

Stanford Bridge.

Abu watched the European Cup replay, looking gloomy.

"We won't have the Champions League next season."

"No matter how much money you spend, you can't get Li to wear a blue jersey!"