Chapter 378: We Have a Score to Settle (Everyday Transition)

When the final whistle blew.

The Emirates Stadium erupted into celebration.

Salute guns fired in unison.

Fireworks burst open.

Wenger and the coaching staff clenched their fists excitedly, releasing the joy in their hearts.

The substitute players surged onto the pitch one after another.

Li Kang was tightly surrounded by his teammates.

Welbeck and Morata excitedly lifted him up.

"Lee!

!"

"Eonyougunners!

!"

The fans screamed hysterically.

Onward, Gunners! March proudly toward the Qiannian Stadium!

"The Arsenal have ushered in a brand-new era."

"Li Kang will leave his unique mark in Gunners history."

"Can Wenger's two-hundred-million investment buy a glorious history? Let's wait and see."

"The Juventus players need not be sad; they once made the qualification full of suspense."

"Italian football is undergoing growing pains, but we believe that soon a new generation of Apennine youngsters will shine in Europe."

"Congratulations to Arsenal, and best wishes to Juventus."

Mandzukic silently walked toward the bench.

He is the type with a strong desire to win, but who can quickly accept defeat after the match ends.

After all... he has endured too many regrets.

Dybala lay on his back on the turf, his eye sockets red.

Buffon took off his gloves, embraced Barzagli and Chiellini: "It's fine, we can still play well for a few more years, the Champions League still offers a chance!"

Bonucci felt that the Zebras were no longer suited for him.

The Zebras are not alone; tomorrow night another eliminated team will share a resonance of sorrow with them.

Pjanic's mindset is the best.

He bounced over, took off his jersey, and ran toward Li Kang.

"Li, I hope you can lift that big-eared cup!"

"I will always have a chance to beat you once."

Li Kang suddenly recalled: his Champions League debut match opponent was precisely Pjanic.

The commentary desk.

Del Piero and Henry shook hands and embraced.

He turned off the microphone.

He slowly said: "Arsenal will surely be Champions League champions; when I was about Li's age..."

The post-match press conference.

Allegri had adjusted his emotions.

He conducted himself with great poise on the Champions League stage.

"Our players played quite well, scoring a goal in the eighth minute..."

"Soon after, the course of the game changed; we need to go back and carefully review how we lost this match, Li's performance somewhat violated tactical discipline..."

"He was too unexpected."

"This Arsenal's suppressing power isn't strong, but they can still secure victory."

"There's nothing to regret; let's come back stronger next season."

The Juventus head coach was eager to leave the venue, not solely because of the loss, but to return to his hotel to thoroughly review the match.

Shortly after.

Media reporters aimed their long and short lenses at Wenger, who had just sat down.

"Mr. Wenger, Arsenal fielded a half-strength lineup and won a splendid match; your tactical deployment..."

The Arsenal manager's face turned red, and he smiled while waving his hand.

"This score was not anticipated by the coaching staff; according to the original plan... Arsenal could advance with a draw."

"Li is the key to opening the door to victory."

"The club will of course give him a day off... Yes, he must soon prepare for his exams, Arsenal will also face the final rounds of the Premier League season and the FA Cup semifinals."

"Hopefully all outcomes will leave no regrets."

There is still a little over a month until the Champions League final.

Preparation time is ample.

Before that, Li Kang and Arsenal still have many things to deal with.

For example, besides exams, he also needs to go to Bei lai yin to shoot a summer beer advertisement, and recharge meanwhile.

After the locker-room celebrations, he tidied up Pjanic's jersey and went home with Morata.

On the way.

Along the streets, some Arsenal fans were venting their elation over the qualification, occasionally hearing the explosive sound of beer bottles smashing on the ground.

The trash can was kicked over.

The red ship-borne illumination flare emitted rolling thick smoke.

The siren waxed and waned, echoing nonstop.

"Li, has your agency been contacted by any other clubs lately?"

Morata suddenly asked.

Li Kang shook his head; the tablet in his hand was playing a match video of Atletico Madrid.

He had never even considered a transfer.

His days at Arsenal were comfortable; Wenger treated him well, teammates treated him well, just like a big family.

Morata stared, then nodded seriously, his tone firm: "Wherever you go, I'll go too."

Li Kang nodded.

A system prompt tone sounded softly.

【Ding! Mission completed: Desperate situation at Chieftain Stadium.】

【Mission log: Failure is the main theme… Let's wave goodbye to Juventus; the tenacious Zebra Army is a worthy opponent.】

【Mission reward: The blessing of Gun Dragon Rex.】

【How could Arsenal be a soft‑egg team? Crush the opposition!】

【What? The club's higher‑ups want to fire me to cut costs?】

In Li Kang's vision, a cartoon dinosaur suddenly appeared, wearing a red‑white No. 99 jersey and a red cap…

Arsenal mascot—Gun Dragon Rex.

No time to strike a pose.

Tottenham Totem—the happy little rooster struggled out…

The two mascots started fighting as soon as they met.

That night.

News of Arsenal's advancement exploded worldwide.

《Trapped in a broken formation, the two‑hundred‑million demon king battles the Zebra Army alone! 》

《Li Kang's Zone. 》

《London Rainbow. 》

《Number Nine and a Half Revival? The Football King's kicking style! 》

《Arsenal won 4‑1 on aggregate to eliminate Juventus, reaching the final again after eleven years. 》

《Arsenal's lineup values update in real time, Welbeck leading the charge as multiple players' values surge. 》

《Triple Crown? Arsenal may usher in a dynasty! 》

Comment counts, repost counts, and likes surged wildly.

-【I haven't watched a match all season—is Arsenal really going for a triple crown? Am I dreaming?】

-【Our Arsenal is unstoppable!】

-【Not going for fourth place anymore?】

-【Spending two hundred million for a triple crown is a steal!】

-【Why do I feel Li Mingdeng is usually slacking off? He only gets serious in do‑or‑die matches!】

-【Don't speak too soon—think back to the Sanya King of years past… in the end, all four came to nothing.】

Arsenal gave all the starters a day off.

The next evening.

The teammates gathered in the living room.

Put down the controller.

The TV screen switched to the sports channel.

"Maguire says Real Madrid can definitely turn it around."

"The match hasn't even started yet."

"Reporters are interviewing Pepe? Translate what he's saying."

Welbeck jabbed Morata.

The latter replied helplessly, "Aren't there English subtitles down there?"

Bernabeu.

Real Madrid vs Atletico Madrid.

Champions League semifinal, second leg of the city derby.

Pepe, wearing a benevolent expression, was being interviewed by media reporters.

This season he's acted out of character, his fouls on the pitch have noticeably decreased.

Fans gradually changed his nickname from "Warrior Monk" to "Holy Monk".

"We're confident we can pull off the comeback and reach the final again."

"Li? The Euro Cup final?"

"I don't want to talk about that match."

Pepe's smile was a bit subtle.

"We have a score to settle between us!"