Chapter 436: Terrifying Champions League Seeding (Everyday Transition)

-【Alive! In the last ten minutes each scored a goal! Manchester City and Chelsea are now my dad.】

-【I want to buy Caballero and Ederson's jerseys, feeling moved.】

-【Good news! Qualifiers match report: Liverpool 4-2 defeated Hoffenheim! The red army returns to the Champions League battlefield!】

-【The day after tomorrow is the Champions League group draw; this year, have four or five Premier League teams made it into the main tournament?】

Barcelona

"Impossible, how could we possibly keep drawing Li in three consecutive Champions League group stages?"

"Where would there be so many groups of death?"

"What's the grudge between Barça and Chelsea?"

Suárez grinned, putting down the newspaper.

The originally noisy red-blue locker room instantly fell silent.

Busquets frowned, his brows not relaxing.

Yinniesita wanted to speak but held back.

Piqué took off his shin guards and said firmly: "Exactly, there aren't that many coincidences."

Not fear.

It's eerie.

It's too eerie, just like Arsenal's "yearly cosmic team" jinx; Barcelona has already encountered super Li in two consecutive Champions League group stages.

Messi's expression was calm; he unconsciously pinched the red-blue-yellow badge on his chest, his resolve firm.

Yintiha de Stadium

Li Kang was pulled by the referee team to take a group photo together.

Taking his position, he instinctively climbed onto the assistant referee's shoulder...

When the wind blew.

A golden ponytail fluttered onto his nose tip.

I almost forgot, the assistant referee is actually a girl.

Click!

Magnesium lights flashed.

After the referee team members took turns hugging Li Kang, they then left the field one by one.

Shortly after, David Silva trudged forward with heavy steps and exchanged jerseys with him.

"I'm really tired; you kicked me to the point I want to retire."

"Haha, just joking!"

"I want to lift a Champions League trophy before retiring!"

Not far away.

De Bruyne flicked the grass clippings in his hand, recalling the missed scoring chances by his teammates in the match... he couldn't help but stomp his foot in frustration.

Guardiola, his face showing unfinished business, quickly grabbed Morata as he walked by.

"Do you know how many chances you've wasted?"

"You can do better."

"I hope to see your improvement next time, threatening Manchester City's goal in a better way."

Manchester City's head coach had a stern expression, his tone growing increasingly excited.

The content consisted entirely of tactical details like "do this, then that, then the other," accompanied by exaggerated and rich body language.

Morata remained calm, hands on hips, nodding seriously.

Spectators and media reporters seeing this scene were momentarily dumbfounded: Who is Manchester City's coach? Who is Chelsea's forward?

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel's face bore a faint smile.

"This match was very tough; defeating Manchester City away is not an easy feat."

"This is the first time I've defeated Guardiola in my coaching career."

"Li's understanding of the game is very thorough; I often find myself thinking along the same lines with him!"

"Both teams' players performed excellently; the competition in the Premier League this year will be extremely fierce."

"Champions League group draw? This year's team seeding is a bit special; I have no particular opponent I'm looking forward to, the group stage could be a do-or-die battle!"

The Champions League seeding is calculated based on each team's European competition performance over the past five years, plus the association club coefficient from their domestic league, using a set formula.

Chaos!

Utter chaos!

Due to various special circumstances last season, many powerhouses were pushed to the lower pots!

How terrifying was the seeding for the 2017/18 season?

Take the third-seed teams as an example: Barcelona, Atlético Madrid, Paris Saint-Germain, Borussia Dortmund, Manchester City, Manchester United!

Group of death?

Close your eyes and draw!

In minutes, you could put together a hellish group: Real Madrid, Chelsea, Paris Saint-Germain, RB Leipzig.

Thinking of this

Tuchel inexplicably became excited.

BBC studio

Henry jumped in first: "I wish I could become Morata, to enjoy the joy of playing alongside Li."

Lai Yinke Er showed no weakness: "My social media account has been hacked, many people say I'm licking Li's ass... hum! What I want to say is... how wonderful that ass is!"

Stanford Bridge can erect a statue for him in advance!

Every time I see him touch the football on the green pitch, I and all English maidens feel our hearts race!

Upon hearing these words.

Special guest Drogba, stunned.

Can you lick that much?

As a Chelsea representative, I naturally cannot fall behind: "Li is a top-tier midfielder; he embodies violent aesthetics to the fullest. I regret not having the chance to fight side by side with him."

【Ding, detected that Drogba's favorability toward you has reached maximum, bond forming...】

【That legendary star has already left Chelsea.】

【Blue bond establishment failed!】

What the hell?

Li Kang gazed at the dusky street scene outside the car window, then suddenly received a series of system notification sounds.

【Ding! Mission completed: Blue Moon hangs in the sky.】

【Mission feedback: Tremble! Next clash, the Blue Moon will storm Stanford Bridge...】

【Mission reward: Man City·Dark Gold Treasure Chest!】

The long-lost ancient dark gold pattern!

A dazzling array of prizes spews thick black smoke.

【Balotelli 'Super Step Over' module!】

【Balotelli 'Ultimate Free Kick' module!】

【Balotelli 'Penalty Master' module!】

【Balotelli 'Extreme Flower Kick' module!】

【...】

How come it's all Balotelli?

【The chest is opening... Congratulations on obtaining: Balotelli 'Weird Oh Wise Me' module!】

【Because, I can!】

【What was the second place called? I don't need to know!】

【When I score, I won't celebrate, because scoring is my job; does a mailman celebrate when delivering mail?】

【Only Messi is stronger than me. I want to win the Ballon d'Or.】

【They envy my muscles.】

【Did you see this bunch of fireworks? This is my challenge to you.】

The dark gold treasure chest hovering in mid‑air belched rolling thick smoke.

Chaotic memories surged like a flood.

Li Kang instantly felt his mind in utter chaos.

For a moment, he couldn't even recall the name of his little assistant.

《Two shots and one pass, Chelsea's Sky King took Etihad. 》

《Demon King Rules the Premier League 2.0》

《The Blue Moon dims, the peak night belongs to the white‑clad Li. 》

《On the Tactical Duel Between Tuchel and Guardiola: Shifts in the Balance of Attack and Defense Resources》

《Battle‑worn Li's Stamina Allocation in 90 Minutes》

《As the Summer Window Closes, Who Are Chelsea's Goalkeeper Candidates? 》

《Upon the Champions League Draw, an Analysis of the Seeding Situation》

Li Kang's series of brilliant moments in the match once again ignited the entire internet.

Soon, Chelsea's new season home and away jerseys with the number 10 were sold out.

-【How many more seasons will the Premier League Demon King's reign last...】

-【Li Kang's deep defense has grown insufficiently proactive! But this kid's ball‑rushing speed is too fast; his passing, trapping, and shooting are getting better and better, like a monster.】

-【Li Di's teammates: master tactician‑Tuchel, brilliant strategist‑Dino, left‑foot god‑Morata, iron man‑Hazard, showers‑in‑underwear‑Kanté...】

-【Please, let the Champions League draw pit Chelsea against Barcelona!】