Chapter 227: The opponent in the opening match is Liverpool

Tens of thousands of Arsenal fans were overjoyed.

Who ignited their passion?

He's the new owner of the Arsenal No. 10 jersey!

The stepped bowl‑shaped stands, with scarves and flags forming wave after wave of red and white.

Salute guns fired in unison.

Colorful paper scraps fluttered above North London.

On the red‑white stage built on the pitch with the center circle lines, Li Kang and Wenger completed the signing, the contract of course just a prop.

Amidst the mighty momentum.

A huge mosaic picture occupied everyone's gaze.

Lee!

!

eonyougunners!

!

Fans of Woolwich Arsenal firmly believe: Wenger will join hands with Li Kang to help Arsenal sweep all honors!

As for the departed Premier League assist king? They've long tossed him out of their minds.

The new signing is the assist king of the five major leagues, the commander of the European Championship‑winning squad!

Glory and dreams, our Arsenal.

After the signing ceremony ended.

Morata arrived early at the press conference venue.

Media reporters eagerly posed questions.

The Spanish striker basically didn't listen attentively, nor did he heed the press officer's reminder.

He said solemnly:

"Joining Arsenal is my childhood dream."

"As a kid, I always imagined myself wearing the Arsenal jersey."

"Scoring for Arsenal will be the most wonderful moment of my career."

Pa!

Pa pa pa!

The venue instantly erupted with thunder‑like applause!

Media reporters and Arsenal fans were very pleased with this handsome top striker.

Only agent Lopez's mouth twitched: this guy's lines are exactly the same as when he joined Juventus!

Wherever you go, you dream of that place.

As for why the Serie A giants were willing to let Morata go far to the English Premier League Arsenal?

Many conspiracy theories have sprung up online.

"The Zebra Army's Champions League Significance: Let Arsenal Eliminate the Cosmic Team."

"Turin Agents: Morata and Pogba."

"The Old Woman's Move in the Premier League, Plotting the Champions League."

One side's joy, contrasting with the other's anger.

Bei lai yin.

Hundreds of fans gathered outside the Leverkusen office building.

Li Kang's poster was thrown to the ground and repeatedly trampled.

The red‑black No. 10 jersey was engulfed in flames.

Eggs, vegetables, lighters, and drink cans wildly bombarded the glass doors.

"Traitor of Bei lai yin!"

"Lackey who forsakes honor for money!"

"Shameless lot!"

They certainly know Li Kang helped Leverkusen earn two hundred million.

But what of it? The money didn't go into their pockets.

Dino peered through the blinds, hurriedly saying: "This scene is about to match when Kroos returned to Bayern back then!"

Wo Le Er laughed: "Don't worry, these sounds will die down in a few days; we must scramble to sign players before the summer window closes, Wenger still wants to bring Lai Nuo to London."

"Director, we can build a Bei lai yin warship! The account already has two hundred million euros! And that doesn't even count Bayer Group's another hundred million…"

"Where's the two hundred million?"

"Arsenal is paying in installments."

Barcelona's and Fabregas's social media accounts were flooded by netizens.

-【Out of pocket.】

-【1 million euro installment payment.】

-【Best financial product of the year.】

-【European philanthropist: dig out one of your Arsenal captains, return you a Dream Four Dynasty puzzle piece.】

Not over yet.

Kroos, offhand, said: "I'd long advised Barça to prepare two hundred million to welcome the crown prince's return."

Catalonia exploded.

Extreme fans frenziedly attacked the Barcelona office building.

Sports director Luobote hid in the office, too scared to go home.

"We spent nearly 1.8 billion to sign a bunch of geniuses!"

"Next season... we must shut these bastards up with results!"

Li Kang and Molata became neighbors.

Two old red-brick villas are about a 20-plus minute drive from Emirates Stadium and the Colney Training Base.

"The Premier League schedule is terrifying!"

"The day after tomorrow is the league opener, and the opponent is still Liverpool!"

"Crazy, we don't have time to gel with teammates!"

"Sangqisi doesn't talk to us; he might dislike us, so we dislike him too."

"I've recently grasped Suyaleisi and Yinzha ji's runs, my spatial understanding... hey hey hey! What are you laughing at?"

Molata held up the fixture list, chattering nonstop.

Li Kang held a tablet, watching Liverpool's recent friendly match footage.

Couldn't see anything.

But a little black speck up front delivered a visual impact that was extremely shocking.

Mannei.

Last season Southampton's top scorer joined Liverpool in this summer window.

The sun set in the west.

The moss in the cracks of the mottled red bricks seemed to recount the years of North London.

Li Kang seemed not to hear what Molata was saying, handed his bag to the assistant, and walked toward the yard while watching the video.

Next morning.

The Colney Training Centre was shrouded in white mist.

It was founded in 1999, a top-tier European training base with ten standard pitches, complete facilities and a medical center.

It cost one billion pounds.

Where did the money come from?

Selling Nicolas Anelka to Real Madrid, then scraping together a bank loan in installments, somehow the money was squeezed out.

"Li Kang! Do you still remember me?"

Li Kang was jogging when a sturdy black-haired figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Does Arsenal have a Japanese player?

He couldn't recall the other's name for a moment, so he just nodded seriously.

"Being remembered by Li Kang is truly an honor."

"Since our last encounter, I've always taken you as my role model!"

"Please review my achievements."

The little Japanese guy was excited, lifting his shirt while running to reveal his solid eight-pack.

Li Kang finally remembered who it was.

Qianye Tuomo.

Last year he first played for Spain's B team in Japan... that whatever tractor.

His memories were slipping out of control.

He also recalled the backstreets of Ginza Avenue, and the neon girls under the dim streetlights...

"Li Kang!"

"It's a pity I can't fight side by side with you; my work permit hasn't come through, but I believe that if I keep working hard, one day I'll be able to fight alongside Li Kang..."

Beep!

A whistle blew, cutting off Qianye Tuomo's 'mouth escape'.

Assistant coach Boerde waved at Li Kang and eagerly handed him a dry towel.

"Li, time to assemble."

Arsenal players arrived at the training ground one after another, and upon seeing Li Kang they rushed over to greet him warmly.

Not mentioning the two-legged clash last season, many had met at the European Cup.

Jilu, Lamusi, Kesiqierni, Qiehe and others were very enthusiastic.

This is Arsenal's true number ten!

As for the injured original number ten Weierxier? He wasn't registered for this season's Premier League squad, but was loaned to Bournemouth.

In the distance.

Wenge patted Sangqisi on the shoulder.

The master-disciple relationship was a bit awkward.

At that moment, the Chilean warrior had not yet completely lost his steam.

Why, after leaving Barcelona, did he reject Liverpool's high salary and choose Arsenal?

Precisely because of Wenge, he firmly believed that after joining Arsenal he could lift trophy after trophy.

Rather than being a backup to MSN, he wasn't just an add‑on in Suyaleisi's transfer.

"Li is our attacking core."

"He is the key to winning the Champions League."

"You can't keep sticking... going solo, Alaikexi."

Adapt to Li's attacking rhythm.

This is my and Arsenal's final bet.

Hearing these words,

The Copa America champion striker fell silent for a moment, then nodded firmly.