Chapter 444: Devil and Angel (Daily Transition)

Amsterdam.

Ke Luyin Fu put on a stern face, pressed the remote, and turned off the TV.

"The club's management are all a bunch of termites, a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

"Too shameless!"

"They spent 400 million, yet they can still be slaughtered by Real Madrid and Chelsea?"

"Our La Masia number 4..."

Thump!

The white-haired old man lifted one leg, with great force, and kicked over the coffee table.

The huge commotion frightened the nursing staff and chefs, who came running.

"When Li scores, isn't he clapping his hands, laughing happily?"

"Hurry over and take a look!"

Upon seeing the old man with a voice like a bell, straight waist, and spirited demeanor, everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Huh?

It seems... the physical condition of Ke Sheng over these years, 'on the surface' keeps getting better!

"I'm fine!"

"Yes yes yes! Of course I'm fine! We need to keep a pleasant mood!"

The nursing staff skillfully opened the video player and shoved in that whatever compilation disc of all-time La Masia number 4s.

On both sides of the cabinet, the 30-year-old ATC home speaker emitted a clamor.

Immediately after, the familiar BBC commentary began:

"The next substitute to come on is... 17-year-old youngster Li Kang!"

"He comes from La Masia's youth academy!"

Camp Nou.

The red-and-blue prosperity fell.

The dark blue flag fluttered in the night wind.

"'Blue is the colour' echoed over the land of the Catalans."

Blue.

Our dream.

"The match is over!"

"Chelsea won a crushing victory!"

"A war of annihilation."

"A great extermination."

"Li Kang, his name has become Barcelona's inescapable nightmare and curse."

"For three consecutive years, representing three different clubs, he has breached the magnificent Camp Nou stadium on the Champions League stage."

"The discarded La Masia youth have no home to return to; the peak dream team that people anticipated turned out to be a mere bubble."

"The throne changes hands!"

"Perhaps we are witnessing the rise of a dark blue dynasty!"

"Congratulations to Chelsea, blessings to Barcelona."

The commentator couldn't help but pick at his toes.

This season's Chelsea is strong to the point of being a little abnormal.

Not only are the players strong, but there's also the 'tactical genius' Tuchel, whose next move no one can fathom, greatly increasing the workload of major media's 'post-match battle report analysis'.

He glanced over the crazy comment section.

All sorts of things like 7, other negative, money no longer wanted, give me kill Barcelona, software hardening engineer, eating takeout, lifelong fan...

Rakitic only played a few minutes, but he still managed to get Li Kang's jersey.

Barcelona's nightmare?

The Croatian midfielder has already collected several of Li Kang's 'fall edition' jerseys.

Because of contract disputes, Rakitic's Camp Nou career may soon end.

Showdown.

No more pretending.

He waddled over to the interview area.

Facing the reporter's microphone, his tone solemn:

"This match is very unfair for Barcelona."

"Because Li tonight is overly strong, strong to the point of not being like an earthling; you simply cannot stop his advance!"

"His presence makes me feel like I'm playing like a pile of shit."

"I am fortunate; every year I have the chance to face-to-face closely admire Li's splendid performance."

"I pray, I pray that next year's World Cup does not encounter him!"

Tuchel and Valverde shook hands.

His eyes full of sympathy:

Another Barcelona head coach destined to be fired by Li...

Fabregas and Pedro rushed from the bench, embracing and consoling the disheartened Barcelona old teammates.

Bonds, companions, village...

They grew up together.

They trained together.

They fought side by side.

All kinds of past emotions are now intertwined and entangled, and several old gentlemen huddle together for warmth.

"If you brat didn't fake injury and fall, how could Morata have scored the final goal?"

"His hand touched my hair!"

In the distance.

Messi walked alone toward the tunnel, and no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Morata, still eager, put his arm around Li Kang's shoulder, gesturing nonstop with his other hand, rapid-fire words, earnestly describing their seamless coordination in the match.

"Li, this season I will become the European assist king!"

"What are you laughing at? Believe me, I can definitely do it!"

Upon hearing these words.

Diego Costa was a bit confused: a forward's season goal isn't the Golden Boot? But the assist king?

Kanté took off his jersey and slung it over his shoulder, jogged to the sidelines, pulled out two sports drinks, and turned back to hand them to Li Kang.

"Li, drink water!"

Little Black Egg was originally a pure defensive midfielder; last season, under Conte's guidance, he completed his transformation... and was urged to play more games, use his brain more to organize attacks.

But he now doesn't want to use his brain to organize attacks.

After a tackle, he just needs to pass the ball to Li; that's the smartest way to play.

Hazard rubbed his stomach, hesitating: should he reward himself with a burger, after all he also scored today?

Not far away.

Buffon took off his gloves, patted Čech on the shoulder, and opened his mouth but said nothing.

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel was radiant and full of vigor.

"Our tactical deployment was very successful! The players' execution was also strong!"

"Chelsea completely dominated Barcelona!"

"A stroke of genius? Li's brilliant moment of dribbling past four defenders? Hmm... exactly, I certainly know him well, and I will absolutely not stifle his imagination and creativity!"

"Becoming Chelsea's head coach is the correct choice of my coaching career."

"I have nothing to say about the result of tonight's match; giving it my all is respect for Barcelona."

"Chelsea will respect every opponent from now on."

Moments later.

Valverde came to the press conference scene.

Like a warrior rushing to the battlefield.

He took a deep breath.

"I am Barcelona's sinner."

"Everything is my fault; my tactical deployment had a problem."

Li Kang's Camp Nou journey ended.

He and his teammates flew overnight back to London.

At the airport exit, a crowd of Chelsea fans had already gathered.

Like warriors welcoming a triumphant return.

Flags, posters, jerseys, banners... fluttered enthusiastically above the crowd.

A fine misty rain.

Could not extinguish the flames in the hearts of Chelsea fans.

"Lee!"

""

Dino looked puzzled: winning against Barcelona, why is the treatment the same as winning the Champions League?

After a long while.

Accompanied by Li Kang's assistant, he returned home.

His phone was filled with various messages.

The grandparents' encouragement and... worry: Wo Le Er worried that his current playing style would harm his ankle.

Former teammates' congratulations.

And praise and confessions from several little girls.

He put down his phone again.

The system notification sounded softly.

【Ding! Mission completed: Camp Nou's tears.】

【Mission feedback: Your heart... won't it hurt?】

【Congratulations on obtaining: Barcelona Legend·Platinum Treasure Chest.】

Li Kang didn't look at the prize pool.

He was a bit tired.

【Platinum Treasure Chest opening... Congratulations on obtaining: Maradona's 'Ball Sense' module (defective·permanent passive).】

【120】 【Devil and Angel.】

Devil and Angel.

Foolish and mad.

Sorrow and joy.

Stepping onto the green field yet unable to shoot, the feeling is just like dancing with your sister.

I only wish people would let me live my own life; I never wanted to be a role model.

Even if I die, I will not let go of football.