Argentina, the Miracle You Wanted Has Arrived (Ten-Thousand-Word Chapter, Climbing the Rankings)

Late at night, Paris had long since entered the small hours.

A faint light shone in the living room of a spacious apartment in a high-rise commercial CBD building.

Four children sat gathered in front of the television, wearing headphones.

The youngest was only four years old, while the oldest had just come of age.

They were all wearing football jerseys.

The eldest wore a Juventus jersey, with the name of an obscure player printed on the back. Anyone sufficiently familiar with football would recognize it as the name of a player from Juventus's U19 youth team.

Combined with the surname of the apartment's owner—Zizo.

It was obvious that the oldest child was the eldest son of Zizo, who was currently playing for Juventus's youth team.

The second son wore a blue-and-white number 24 jersey: LU!

It was a San Remo jersey.

The two youngest both wore Real Madrid jerseys, one number 10 and the other number 7.

The number 7 jersey even bore a handwritten signature.

Anyone who owned an authentic Lu Yang jersey knew... those crooked, chewed-up-looking scribbles were Lu Yang's handwriting.

"Zizo, why have you been in the bathroom for so long? It's already been half an hour..."

A voice rang out.

The children all jumped and immediately turned around.

Their father, Zizo, stood in the dim hallway, having apparently been hiding there for who knew how long.

They were doomed!

The children's faces turned pale.

Their mother had told them not to watch football these past few days, especially not in front of their father.

Their father had just been eliminated from the World Cup. He did not want to hear or see anything related to football right now.

That was the family's love for Zizo.

But as Zizo's children, raised from a young age in