Are There Two Little Japanese Days Opposite?

His emotions gradually calmed.

Li Luo absorbed all of Morata's lesson.

His gaze hardened.

"If I ever get the chance to become teammates with a genius striker like that, I'll definitely be able to learn even more."

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"I can't slack off. The training effect for my passing stat has improved, so I need to make the most of my time."

Pitter-patter.

Raindrops as large as beans hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The world outside was a vast sheet of white.

The lofted football fell back onto the wooden floor.

"I can go to the gym."

"There's a match tomorrow. The coaching staff said no high-intensity strength training..."

"I can't make excuses. I still need to practice my passing!"

"I need to feel the characteristics of the 'One-Touch Passing' module."

Li Luo hurried into the living room, moved aside the sofa and furniture, and cleared out a spacious area.

He set down the football.

Then began practicing against the wall.

Smack!

The moment he passed the ball, his body felt different.

Smack!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Li Luo realized that he did not need to rigidly follow the technical details Morata had taught him.

[Thiago's "One-Touch Passing" module] had already deeply engraved every key movement and method of exerting force into his conditioned reflexes.

When facing the rebounding ball, even the adjustments to his footwork and body posture had become instinctive.

This module.

This style of play.

It was genuinely cool.

The only limitation was his passing attribute of just over 40 points, making it difficult to guarantee the power and trajectory.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The soft sounds of the football striking the wall seemed to echo the rain outside.

Who knew how much time passed.

Li Luo was surprised to discover that the slowly changing decimal value of his passing attribute had advanced by several places.

Counting on his fingers, he came to an estimate: by next season, when he returned to Manchester United, his passing attribute would definitely rise to over 70 points!

It was wonderful.

As long as hard work brought rewards, it was the happiest thing in the world.

By then.

The Chinese prodigy would ride multicolored clouds back into the Theatre of Dreams.

Countless eager gazes filled with anticipation.

Earth-shaking applause and cheers.

Would Manchester United's executives and legendary figures—Ferguson, head coach Van Gaal, assistant coach Giggs, and the rest—be utterly stunned?

"Our crown prince spent a year battling in Germany. How has he not improved in the slightest after coming back?"

Late at night.

Wolfsburg's office building.

The lights in the head coach's office were still on.

The night wind slipped through the window, stirring the messy draft papers covered in lines and circles.

Hecking leaned over his desk, writing and drawing without pause.

Suddenly.

He jerked up his large head, wearing the expression of someone who had attained enlightenment.

"Why was I even hung up on the issue of possession between him and De Bruyne?"

"All I needed to do..."

"All I needed to do was put you behind a big center forward! That solves every problem."

"In the Youth Champions League final, he was good at breaking through—an absolute explosive threat."

"He could make the center forward more comfortable, and he could make De Bruyne more comfortable too!"

"The perfect answer!"

The poor Wolfsburg manager had painstakingly optimized his system, only to...

The next morning.

Li Luo arrived at the training base early.

He read the newspaper while eating breakfast.

His seat was near the window.

Suddenly, a tall figure blocked the gentle morning sunlight.

"Good morning, Li."

"A wonderful day has begun."

Bendtner sat down across from him and began doing exactly the same thing as Li Luo: reading the paper and eating breakfast.

"Damn it, The Sun is slandering me again."

Everyone had originally found the dining hall quiet and pleasant, with the view outside and the morning light putting them at ease. Now, all that beauty was shattered by the roar of the "Arsenal Emperor."

Their ears hurt, and their hearts trembled.

It was incredibly irritating to listen to.

Bendtner slammed the newspaper onto the table. "They said that when Arsenal played Barcelona, I trapped the ball five meters away... and wasted the perfect chance Wilshere created. That was why Fabregas had to pay out of his own pocket to go to Barcelona, and why Van Persie went to Manchester United."

Li Luo did not understand the relationship between those people at first.

He thought it over carefully.

Only then did he gradually understand.

Although he had never specifically looked into footballers' gossip, he had seen plenty of things in the comments under football tutorial videos.

Things like "Loyal Fab" and "Ambitious Van."

Bendtner had been waiting for Li Luo to comfort him... only to discover that the latter seemed to be spacing out.

Wolfsburg captain Benaglio leaned over and said gently:

"Don't let it affect your teammates."

"If you had taken that chance back then, Arsenal's future might have turned out differently."

"No, not one chance—two. If you had taken them, you could have sent Barcelona home right then."

"You should forget the past now and work hard at Wolfsburg to prove yourself."

A bowlful of heartfelt advice was poured over him.

Bendtner tugged at his hair, rendered speechless, and quietly resumed eating breakfast.

Not far away.

De Bruyne, who had heard the words "prove yourself," silently lowered his head.

Gustavo felt the same way, but a happy expression appeared on his face instead, as though his past experiences had been wonderful.

Before Li Luo had the chance to learn about his teammates' pasts, he finished breakfast and headed to the training ground. The assistant coaches said that with a tough battle imminent, there would be no scrimmages or resistance training today. The session would be very simple.

The sun rose and set.

Under the night sky, Volkswagen Arena was brightly lit and packed with noise.

News articles began appearing across China's internet.

<Bundesliga Preview: Li Luo VS Takashi Inui and Makoto Hasebe! The Asian showdown begins!>

<Shocking! This name has appeared in Wolfsburg's starting lineup!>

<Chinese youngster Li Luo is about to make his Bundesliga debut.>

<Manchester United's crown prince looks down upon Germany.>

<Volkswagen Group CEO: Li Luo is a gift from God to Wolfsburg. Data shows that he has not only met our commercial needs in China—his future commercial value is immeasurable.>

<South Korean media: Li Luo is merely good at dribbling and taking on opponents. He will struggle to quickly adapt to the new Bundesliga environment and Wolfsburg's system. China has only one player in the Bundesliga, while South Korea has nine. Chinese media and netizens should stop dreaming about the Asian Cup.>

<Japanese media: A fiercely burning fighting spirit! Faced with a genius midfielder like Li Luo, Japan's European-based players will give it everything they have! Please write the chapter... of commoners defeating Manchester United nobility! Mr. Inui, Mr. Hasebe, we're counting on you!>

The numbers of comments, likes, and shares skyrocketed.

-[What? Li Luo's Bundesliga debut, and he was up against two Japanese players?]

-[That was perfectly normal. There were more than twenty Japanese and Korean players in the Bundesliga, and some of them were even regular starters.]

-[Didn't Chinese players have high commercial value? We should send dozens of Chinese players to the Bundesliga too. You needed the right environment to level up.]

-[Huh? The Asian Cup was only a few months away... and the opponents were that strong?]

-[Australia wasn't weak either.]

-[The Asian Cup was still a long way off. Tonight, let's first see whether Li Luo could fit into Wolfsburg's tactical system.]

-[Frankfurt's two Japanese players were quite capable. Li Luo, play well—don't let Japan and Korea get so cocky.]

-[Go, Li Luo!]