Who is very much like me?

Manchester.

Red Devils manager's office.

"Hecking coached Lee's heading?"

"The quality of that header... damn it, the quality was far too high!"

"Sir Ferguson was right..."

Van Gaal adjusted the red scarf at his chest, his expression grave. "In the first Europa League match, Lee's opponent will be Everton."

He immediately waved a hand. "Right away! Send Wolfsburg all the information on Manchester United versus Everton. Provide them with technical support!"

Giggs froze for a moment, puzzled. "Technical support?"

"But... we lost both of our previous matches against Everton..."

"..."

Everyone fell silent.

They had not received a win bonus in a long time. Three rounds into the Premier League, Manchester United's record stood at one loss and two draws.

Van Gaal's cheeks flushed as he huffed, "I'll win it back next time!"

"With the same data analysis, a thousand people see a thousand Hamlets."

"The Everton information we compiled might inspire Wolfsburg's coaching staff."

"Lee is the Red Devils' hope. He'll return to England in a few days for the Europa League. If he suffers another crushing defeat against Everton, Manchester United fans will be heartbroken."

Everyone was deeply moved.

"Boss, if we provide Wolfsburg with technical support now, will it be easier to negotiate when we want to buy their players later?"

"In the Premier League, you call me Boss! There's not much worth buying from Wolfsburg. De Bruyne has improved rapidly, but everyone else has obvious strengths and flaws. Hmph, Manchester United must buy top-class goods in next summer's transfer window."

Germany, Wolfsburg.

The assistant coaches received the fax from Manchester United.

They gradually became busy.

"Why haven't Chelsea and Arsenal provided us with technical support?"

"Can the treatment of a discarded player be the same as that of a crown prince?"

"Stop muttering and get to work. Everton must be studying us carefully too."

Hecking returned to his office, resuming his usual anxious demeanor.

Bundesliga media suspected that there was something wrong with his diet.

Often, when someone was in a bad mood, it was not because they were weak or poor at emotional regulation, but because of inadequate nutrition.

Everton was not the only team studying Wolfsburg.

Other European teams were also reviewing Wolfsburg's match footage.

Munich, Bayern Munich training base.

Müller held a ping-pong paddle and leaned closer to the screen.

"Not bad."

"That Eastern kid scored twice in one match? Beautiful One-Touch Passing and movement..."

"Huh? Why is he there?"

"Wow! How did he kick that in?"

"That movement... why?"

Müller looked utterly bewildered, lightly rubbing his hair with the ping-pong paddle, his gaze lost.

Who am I?

Where am I?

His Bayern Munich teammates burst into laughter.

Guardiola stared blankly at the screen, repeatedly dragging the progress bar back and forth. He said meaningfully, "Lee's awareness, his ability to read the game, and the hand gestures he uses to direct his teammates are very much like mine when I was young."

"Boss, quite a few Bundesliga legends have already said that Lee was very much like them when they were young."

"..."

Thiago added, "I think he's a little like me too... his One-Touch Passing ability."

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The Bayern Munich assistant coach clapped his hands. "Still, he's different. Lee is a super genius. I remember that when Klose was his age, he couldn't even control the ball properly."

Turin, Juventus Training Center.

The coaching staff was also watching Bundesliga match footage.

"Boss, this is the report submitted by the scouts. We were originally assessing Firmino, but Li's performance turned out to be even more dazzling."

"His two goals both showcased different aspects of his ability."

"And his ideas for dismantling Hoffenheim's pressing system... were very sound, very correct."

The assistant coaches chattered on and on.

Allegri, head coach of the Bianconeri, nodded silently.

"Pirlo will be leaving next year. Li... can inherit his tactical role."

"By then..."

"Li and Pogba will form a new midfield partnership..."

"Juventus's foundation for the next decade will both come from Manchester United."

"And up front, there's the young Morata..."

The assistant coaches sank into beautiful fantasies.

Allegri shook his head. "Impossible."

"Manchester United won't give up their crown prince. In fact... Pogba may return to Manchester United as well. And that kid Morata... might not necessarily stay at Juventus either."

"Most likely, Li and Pogba will become the strongest midfield partnership of the new generation at the Theatre of Dreams."

Lower Saxony, Germany.

The sun was setting.

The fading sunlight turned the glass facades of the buildings amber.

The droplets splashing from the fountain at the center of the square looked like amber as well.

People's shadows stretched long.

"Li, did you take a nap today? What book are you reading?"

De Bruyne asked curiously.

Li Luo looked up and held up the book. Its cover read Buffon: My Investment Insights.

The Belgian's eyes immediately filled with approval. "Mm-hmm, we really do need to learn financial management and do meaningful things."

A moment later.

A business van bearing the Wolfsburg wolf-head logo slowly pulled up by the roadside.

The children in the square cheered excitedly.

It was a day off, and Li Luo and several teammates had set aside their evening to take part in a charity event.

"Kids, don't get too excited. Calm down! Calm down..."

Bendtner held a loudspeaker, trying to control the situation.

He couldn't control it.

Li Luo was surrounded.

He took the packaged children's jerseys from the staff and placed them one by one into every child's arms.

"Won't the sizes be too big?"

"It's fine. You'll be able to wear them once you grow a little taller."

Li Luo had never expected that after playing just two Bundesliga matches, he would already be welcomed by Wolfsburg fans.

The admiration of young fans never lied.

"Li, before you leave, can you help us win a trophy?"

"..."

He did not immediately answer the childish voice.

Li Luo suddenly realized that all along, he had only thought about earning more blind-box exchange chances, about having the strength of a true genius when he returned to Manchester United next year. He had never considered winning any trophies for Wolfsburg during his loan spell.

The club was great.

Hecking and the assistant coaches were great.

His teammates were great too.

He had to win a trophy. The shock value from a title-winning match might increase severalfold!

"I won't leave Wolfsburg empty-handed."

"When that time comes, I'll leave draped in the honor of a champion!"

The children grew even more excited.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

The photographers outside the security line couldn't help applauding excitedly as well.

The reporters scribbled furiously, recording Li Luo's words in their notebooks.

When the Chinese prodigy got a documentary or autobiography in the future, this passage would be indispensable.

Not far away.

Arsenal's self-proclaimed emperor of confidence, Bendtner, heard this and couldn't help widening his eyes, his body leaning back slightly. "Li is even more... than me. I need to write this down. I'll definitely need it someday."

De Bruyne was "practicing" passing with a group of children.

The interaction had been going quite well at first.

But gradually, his obsessive-compulsive tendencies kicked in.

"Don't head the ball."

"Practicing headers at this age will leave lasting damage!"