Jiang Siming stretched lazily and found that the little girl was still sleeping soundly in his arms.
He looked at Zhao Xiaoxiao's delicate sleeping face, as well as the golden hair scattered across his body like stalks of wheat.
Jiang Siming smiled, feeling slightly emotional. When Xiaoxiao grew up, he wondered how many boys' youth and unrequited love she would become.
He also wondered which unlucky bastard would eventually end up with her.
Just then, his phone vibrated. Jiang Siming picked it up and saw that Messi had sent him a message, saying the match would begin in three hours and asking when he would be free to come watch.
Messi's wife was considerate and worried that Jiang Siming might be sleeping, so she had asked Messi to send the message.
Jiang Siming replied that he would arrive in two hours, then forcibly woke Zhao Xiaoxiao. After washing up, getting ready, and eating breakfast, they headed to the Madrid Sports Arena.
This was Spain's largest football stadium and had hosted many Champions League finals.
Today, the Madrid Arena was packed, just as it usually was.
In Spain, ninety-five out of every hundred people were football fans.
And it was not only Spain. Every country in the world had countless football fans.
China actually had plenty of football fans too, but Chinese football was simply too terrible. That made it seem as though few people liked football, while basketball was more popular.
To be fair, if Chinese football were as strong as Spanish football, the number of Chinese fans would be terrifying.
The world's number-one sport was no joke.
Today's match was also extremely important: Barça against Real Madrid.
It was the annual blockbuster, and football fans around the world had been eagerly awaiting it.
Both were top-tier football clubs in