Ronaldo is anxious! At your age, how can you sleep! Cristiano Ronaldo is catching up again!

"Tell me how unusual it is." Stones, being very gossipy, leaned closer.

"It's just unusual," Agüero chuckled. "Recently, after morning training, I passed by the infirmary and saw Gracie sitting inside. I asked her why she wasn't off work yet, and she smiled wryly and said she couldn't leave because she had to give Tang Long a massage and physical therapy. This has happened several times now."

"The club will have to pay Miss Gracie overtime," Stones said.

"What? Her dad's the mayor, why would she care about a little overtime pay?" Agüero smirked. "She's happy to do it. She just enjoys giving Tang Long physical therapy. If it were someone else, do you think she'd work overtime?"

Stones suddenly realized and slapped his forehead.

"No wonder that time I went to see her after training to ask her to do cupping, and she declined, saying she was too busy and told me to go directly to the Chinese medicine clinic in Chinatown. It turns out Gracie's time is all devoted to Chinatown!"

Inside the locker room, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Captain Kompany shrugged and laughed, "No wonder. Tang is handsome and plays well, so don't be jealous."

By the window in the changing room corridor.

Gracie frowned, her eyes filled with worry. She raised her hand and gently tugged at Tang Long's sleeve, signaling him to move aside.

"What's up?"

Tang Long looked puzzled, while the team was in a very favorable position.

West Bromwich Albion were like lambs to the slaughter on the field, completely powerless to fight back, while Gracie had already scored two goals early on and was immersed in the joy of the game. It was hard to understand why Gracie was so nervous.

"Take it easy in the second half."

Gracie tilted her head slightly, her fair and soft hand slowly rising to gently stroke Tang Long's brow bone, her movements full of tenderness.

"It's only been a few days since the Bayern game, and you haven't fully healed yet. West Bromwich Albion's defenders are typical English players, very aggressive. If you piss them off, they'll definitely go all out against you. If they elbow you and break your eyebrow bone, that would be a big problem."

Tang Long was slightly taken aback, and his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Gracie.

Her sapphire blue eyes, illuminated by the corridor lights, resembled a deep lake, shimmering and sparkling, truly beautiful.

His lips unconsciously curled up into a relaxed smile as he said:

"It's alright, a broken brow bone is nothing, it's not the first time. I'm tough, I'm not afraid. Besides, I have you, your medical skills are so amazing, you can definitely heal me."

Upon hearing this, Gracie's face immediately darkened, her eyes filled with anxiety, and her tone became more hurried.

"How can you be so careless! Repeated fractures of the brow bone can lead to bone spurs."

"Look at Ibrahimovic of Manchester United, that big crooked nose of his. I'm a medical student, and I can tell at a glance that his nasal bone has been fractured repeatedly. Even if it recovered, it's still crooked and looks terrible."

She paused, took a deep breath, softened her tone, and continued, "We've basically secured the league title, there's really no need to push ourselves so hard. You're still young, you have a long life ahead of you, don't let a moment of impulsiveness leave you with health problems."

Hearing these words, Tang Long felt a warm current surge in his heart, and involuntarily put his hand on Gracie's shoulder.

On the field, everyone else is focused on how hard they've worked and how many goals they've scored, but Gracie the only one who cares about how tired he is.

"If I get disfigured, or my brow bone grows crooked, will you stop liking me and stop giving me physical therapy?" Tang Long said half-jokingly, a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Gracie's face instantly turned red to her ears. She pursed her lips slightly, gently pushed away Tang Long's hand that was on her shoulder, and lightly spat, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just worried that you'll get injured again and it will affect the upcoming UEFA Champions League match against Atlético Madrid."

Just then, Guardiola appeared at the locker room door. He walked briskly, glancing at the two men as he passed by.

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore, the boss needs to give instructions." Tang Long glanced at the locker room door, then looked at Gracie, left a sentence, and quickly walked towards the locker room, his figure disappearing into the doorway.

Second half.

With the situation firmly in their grasp, Manchester City took the initiative and slowed down their attacking pace.

Tang Long was clearly holding back, seemingly mindful that his brow bone fracture hadn't fully healed. He intentionally avoided physical contact with his opponent, looking for an opening. He first returned the favor by chipping a pass over the head of center-back Evans with the outside of his foot, and Bonazzoli headed the ball into the net.

Finally, he used the near post as a springboard to receive Kolarov's cross from the left and flicked it on with his head, and Agüero headed it in from the middle.

When the referee blew the final whistle, the score was 4-0.

Seeing that Tang Long was no longer injured, Gracie breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the first-aid kit, and left the field with her colleagues with a smile.

The fans in the live stream were also satisfied and turned off the game.

[That was awesome! This match was so exciting to watch, another resounding 4-0 victory!]

Although Tang Long didn't score in the second half, both of his assists were brilliant. Two goals and two assists would definitely make him the player of the match again.

-[I suspect Tang Long's house is already overflowing with his MVP trophies. If he wanted to mail one to me, I'd be happy to pay for the postage~]

Manchester City have really been improving these past few months; the players' teamwork is becoming increasingly smooth. Atlético Madrid should be careful.

Manchester City's success this season is inseparable from players like Gündoğan, Mkhitaryan, and Thiago, especially Gündoğan, whose unpredictable passing from midfield completely freed up Tang Long.

-[This is a good thing. Although Tang Long is very strong in midfield, the most important player for a team is definitely a striker who can score goals!]

- [Agüero can step down now, Tang Long is undoubtedly Manchester City's primary attacking threat this season!]

On the bus leaving the stadium, many teammates took the initiative to give Tang Long high-fives to celebrate.

"37 goals! You've scored 37 league goals!"

"We're currently leading Cristiano Ronaldo by four goals. Don't worry, that the Portuguese has no chance."

"Now that you've won the European Golden Shoe, aren't you going to treat us to dinner?"

Gündoğan, on the other hand, offered "severe" criticism to Mkhitaryan and Thiago.

"You promised to help Tang Long out! Look, even Bonazzoli is helping him out!"

Mkhitaryan and Thiago both scratched their heads somewhat sheepishly and said they would definitely play in the next game.

Actually, it's not entirely their fault. After the second half, Tang Long listened to Gracie's advice and dropped back slightly, leaving the penalty area. Bonazzoli and Agüero were closer to each other, so their chances of scoring were much higher than his.

This harmonious atmosphere made Guardiola, who was sitting in the front row of the bus, smile and look back frequently.

He thought to himself, "These kids, when you play Atlético Madrid, you'd better bring the same performance you had in the league. Don't let it be as thrilling as it was against Bayern."

Just as the Manchester City players finished their match and went home.

San Mamés Stadium Athletic Bilbao, Spain.

Cristiano Ronaldo is walking out of the players' tunnel, about to begin his second half of the match.

During halftime, his friend Marcelo reminded him that Tang Long had scored two goals in the Premier League.

"Cristiano, the gap between you two has widened to four goals. You'd better watch out, or you'll miss out on the Golden Boot!"

Cristiano Ronaldo gritted his teeth and nodded, his fists clenched slightly. His face radiated an invincible confidence.

He exudes a powerful aura. If you get close to Cristiano Ronaldo, even from 10 meters away, you can feel the burning flame on his body, a yearning for all honors.

"Don't worry, I lost to Suarez last season, I can't possibly lose to anyone this year!"

Marcelo laughed and whispered to Benzema beside him, "Get ready, the show's about to begin, our Portugal Super Saiyan is about to unleash his fury."

Tang Long returned home, washed up quickly, watched a video on the computer for a while, and then lay down to sleep.

The moment his head touched the pillow, before he had even closed his eyes, Ronaldo called.

"What are you doing? I'm going to sleep," Tang Long cursed.

The phone rang with the sound of DJing; without a doubt, Ronaldo was at a nightclub picking up girls again.

"Sleep? At your age, you still have the mind to sleep?"

Ronaldo's voice could be faintly heard through the phone; it was clear that he was shouting at the top of his Ronaldo amidst loud music.

"In La Liga, Cristiano Ronaldo scored a hat-trick in the second half within twenty minutes, and now he's only one goal behind you!"