Chapter 416: Farewell (Daily Transition)

Ronaldinho?

Cow tail?

This is Divine Dragon Wag Tail!

It's still the same permanent passive module as the Golden Left Foot.

Li Kang felt a slight numbness at the base of his skull, and the silhouettes of dozens of Samba ponytails appeared in his mind.

He did not enter an illusion.

There was no sorrow, pain, anger, resentment, or other heavy negative emotional burden.

Happy emotions spread wildly.

The phone suddenly rang.

Li Kang didn't answer the phone; instead, he tapped a beat to the ringtone...

In his vision, the phantom of Barcelona's number 10 twisted his waist excitedly.

What the hell?

Diego Costa stood outside the window, looking bewildered: "Li's reflex arc... Is he celebrating winning the Confederations Cup? But the phone ringtone is Arsenal's anthem! Is he celebrating Arsenal's triple crown?"

The next day.

The Spanish national team returned to Madrid.

Although they won the Confederations Cup for the first time in history, they did not greet a nationwide celebration.

Let alone a fighter jet escort.

The Confederations Cup championship is a strange curse, like a lavish meal that gives you diarrhea.

Of course, the fallen royal mascots still came to the Las Rosas Training Base.

"Vincent, I bring the blessings of the entire nation to visit you!"

King Felipe VI brought a group of reporters and made a grand show under the flashlights.

Unfortunately, the players' response was perfunctory: they won the championship but the royal family didn't give them money, and the king and queen's income isn't even as high as their own.

No formalities were observed; Catalonians, Basques, Galicians, Brazilians, and overseas Chinese simply shook hands and nodded.

King Felipe VI seemed unfazed, still wearing a bright smile.

Half an hour later, the mascot king finished his pleasantries and then reluctantly left.

Bosque wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.

If I weren't a hereditary marquis... even if my descendants had to receive royal rations, I wouldn't bother serving the king.

Minamino stepped forward excitedly.

"Boss, this is Li's medical report; all indicators are normal."

"Hmm, which club should I fax this to? Chelsea or Arsenal?"

"Send it to both!"

"Before the 2018 World Cup, we must communicate well with the coaching staff of Li's club."

"We also need to pay more attention to Li's physical and mental health; London is a city where youths easily fall into depravity... If he were preparing for the World Cup with a Madrid club, that would be great."

The players resumed training.

On the pitch, Carvajal sent out a long-range transfer pass.

Li Kang arrived near the left-side landing point immediately.

The ball descended!

He lifted his left foot, preparing to trap the ball.

Pique quickly closed in.

An astonishing scene occurred.

At the moment Li Kang trapped the ball, his center of gravity shifted left.

He flicked with the outside of his foot.

Then he tapped back with the inside of his foot.

The ball, like a mischievous elf, danced in the air... then, after landing, it skimmed past Pique's side.

The ball passed.

He also passed.

Teammates stared in disbelief: "An aerial cow tail? No, it's a Divine Dragon Wag Tail!"

They hadn't fully come to their senses yet.

Li Kang had already brought the ball to the left side of the penalty area.

Thud!

The ball shot out fiercely, stirring the net.

Slap slap slap!

Pique looked bewildered and couldn't help applauding...

The agility and grace of this move were just like little Ronaldinho!

"So handsome!"

"A left foot of gold!"

"Li, where are you planning to spend the off-season?"

Yin Si Ke suddenly asked, eyes full of expectation.

Li Kang shook his head; he hadn't even thought about vacation.

He was still savoring that breakthrough move in his mind... He had tried the 'Aerial Cow Tail' for the first time, and it actually succeeded!

Attack rhythm didn't slow down in the slightest.

Not a hint of dragging.

Even the phantom of Ronaldinho didn't appear.

No wonder it's permanent passive.

He ran to the net, lifted the ball with his right foot, then pulled right and pushed left... the motion was slightly stiff, and the acceleration after breaking through was also half a beat slow.

The left foot is Xiao Luo's dragon tail sway.

The right foot is a top-notch ox tail.

"How about we go to Greece together?"

In 2017, Greece mysteriously became a European holiday hotspot, with hotels and real estate booming, and stars flocking to whatever beach, whatever islands for vacation.

Saul and Coke quickly echoed: "We're going too!"

Morata hesitated for a moment, saying: "I want to accompany my wife..."

"We didn't ask you."

Amidst cheers and laughter, Li Kang and his teammates finished the last training session of the summer.

The time to part has come again.

De Gea was reluctant, his gaze sweeping over Azpilicueta, Diego Costa, Pedro, Fabregas... suddenly realizing: if Li Zhen joined Chelsea, would Stamford Bridge become the bullfighters' old nest in the Premier League?

"Li, the phone signal at Stamford Bridge is bad..."

After holding it in for a while, he could only think of this drawback.

Diego Costa couldn't help but "pound" the Manchester United goalkeeper's chest with a fist: "Return to the club and work hard, aim to defend the Europa League title next season!"

Two days later.

Li Kang didn't go on vacation; he and his assistant returned to North London-Emirates Stadium.

The sun was shining.

Blue sky with white clouds.

The red-and-white stands were filled with fans from all over the world.

The huge TIFO picture of Arsenal's number 10 jersey gradually unfolded amidst the mighty momentum.

On the green pitch, three trophies were displayed.

UEFA Champions League.

Premier League.

FA Cup.

Xiao Kelunke, Sir Jīsīwékè, Jiājídísī and other Arsenal officials looked grim.

Li Kang walked out of the tunnel, wearing that red-and-white number 10 jersey.

The Emirates Stadium instantly erupted with reluctance and pleas to stay.

"Lee!"

"!"

"Lee!"

"!"

"Lee!"

"!"

Arsenal had long prepared a farewell ceremony for the two-hundred-million-euro man, and it finally arrived.

Li Kang stepped onto the green pitch, walking toward the three shining trophies.

The spotlights kept flashing.

Media reporters hurriedly pressed their camera shutters, recording this classic moment.

"The camera gave to a little Arsenal fan."

"Sad tears."

"A heart-touching farewell."

"The two-hundred-million-euro transfer fee brought three championship trophies."

"Li Kang ultimately became a passerby of the Arsenal."

Sorrow filled North London... wrong.

At this moment.

Tottenham Hotspur fans gathered at the bar, excitedly clinking glasses on the table.

"Arsenal has lost their king!"

"Let Saint Tottenham go to hell!"

The farewell ceremony was grand yet brief.

Salutes rang out.

Gold confetti fluttered in the wind.

The Emirates Stadium seemed to be showered with a heavy golden rain.

Xiao Kelunke tightly held Li Kang's right hand... just about to fan, but was hastily pushed away by the accompanying medical staff: "What are you thinking? Li's right arm injury is still recovering!"

Arsenal's senior staff suddenly looked embarrassed.

"Li, Arsenal will always be your home."

"As long as we solve certain problems... we'll bring you back."

Li Kang looked around.

He could not find the white-haired old man's figure in the crowd.

Farewell.

Even the most solemn farewell seemed to be missing something.

The club did not hold such a farewell ceremony for Wenger.