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Back at the training base.

The assistant coaches received the medical reports, their expressions relaxing.

"No problems."

"Everything is normal."

Hecking did not look at the reports. Instead, he asked Li Luo with concern, "Li, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Li Luo shook his head. "No."

The tearing sensation in his inner thigh had long since disappeared, and there was no discomfort anywhere in his body.

The opponents in the previous two Bundesliga matches had been very weak, and the intensity had been relatively low, so he had not felt particularly tired either.

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's good. If anything comes up, tell us right away."

With that said.

Hecking led the coaching staff to the main conference room to study their opponent for the second round of the Europa League group stage—Inter Milan.

Bendtner sidled over, looking sullen. "The opponent was so weak, yet I still wasted so many chances."

Beating up weak teams was a real test of ability too.

In the five major leagues, many clubs hoped to have a center forward who could reliably dominate weaker sides. Over the course of a season, such a player could bring in plenty of goal difference and points while drastically reducing the chances of an upset.

Even if he disappeared against strong teams, a player who could slaughter weaker opponents was still highly valuable.

The dim streetlights stretched their shadows long.

The night wind was chilly.

Lower Saxony was about to welcome a lonely October.

"Autumn is coming."

"We've been in Wolfsburg for quite a while now."

Tom looked out at the scenery beyond the car window and murmured.

Li Luo could not help sighing at how quickly time had passed. He had joined Wolfsburg on loan, played several matches, drawn a few star modules, written several pages of his diary, watched countless videos, scored a few goals, provided several assists, and met three girls.

Most importantly, he had faced teams with different styles, learned different ways to solve problems, and accumulated plenty of match experience.

He needed to keep learning and thinking.

The opponents in the previous two Bundesliga matches had been too weak, without any particularly distinctive tactical style. There had not even been any need to write a personal summary.

He picked up his tablet and opened a knockoff game.

First top-up: 6 yuan. Get a genius football star.

There were no player licenses, and all the characters were big-headed cartoon figures. Players could more or less tell which real-life players they were based on.

"De Bruyne, overall ability: 85."

"Bendtner, overall ability: 70. Type: target-man pivot."

"Malanda, overall ability: 71. Type: all-round midfielder."

"The ratings are pretty accurate. The other Wolfsburg players are also between 70 and 80 overall."

The game was extremely crude.

Still, the ways of scoring were rather realistic: teammates combined down the flank and sent in a cross from the byline; the ball flew through the air; Bendtner either flicked it on with a header or controlled it and laid it back; then another midfielder or De Bruyne arriving late would strike it first time.

The moment he returned to his front door.

Li Luo could not resist deleting the knockoff game.

Because he discovered that the genius football star given for the 6-yuan first top-up was himself...

The next morning.

It was a Wolfsburg rest day.

After finishing his morning training, Li Luo headed to a filming location near the Weser River.

The business van drove along a country road.

The distant hills gradually put on their new autumn clothes.

The accompanying staff were in high spirits, as if they were heading out on a picnic.

A long while later.

They arrived at the filming site.

Zhang Wei, the person in charge of the domestic phone brand, warmly came forward to greet them.

"Li Luo! Your performances at Wolfsburg have been so dazzling that even my son is a fan of yours!"

"How old is your son?"

"He's about to start kindergarten. Could you sign an autograph for him?"

As he spoke.

Zhang Wei took out a small jersey.

Li Luo accepted the pen, politely spread the jersey out, and signed his name.

Zhang Wei was overjoyed. "There's absolutely no need for any market research when working with you! Only an idiot would waste time evaluating your data and influence."

Wasn't that obvious?

A Chinese prodigy who had shone brilliantly in the Bundesliga and the Europa League.

When his loan spell ended next year, he would return to Manchester United and compete in the Premier League.

And he certainly did not put on any airs.

The endorsement fee was a little high.

But once an ambassador like him was missed, where else could they find another?

"An analytics company previously compiled a whole stack of data reports for me and several competitors. Their recommended candidate was Lewandowski, but that guy acted so damn arrogant."

"You could tell at a glance that he wouldn't be easy to work with."

Suddenly.

Li Luo spotted a familiar figure.

The Dutch girl was dressed casually today, blowing bubble gum with an air of fresh, effortless charm.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a confident, mischievous smile.

"Li!"

"Lauren."

The two smiled at each other.

Lauren hesitated briefly before asking in a low voice, "Why don't you ever really reply when I message you?"

A girl's feelings were simple.

There was nothing overly complicated behind them.

The Chinese boy's elegant style on the pitch and unparalleled, masterful performances were already enough to easily attract girls. Besides, even the paparazzi could not dig up any scandals about him, and he had a perfect, wholesome public image.

Li Luo froze for a moment. "What did you say? I didn't catch that."

"Nothing."

Lauren shook her head. She wanted to say something more, but was interrupted.

Clap clap clap.

The bearded director clapped his hands, raised a megaphone, and reminded everyone to get into position.

The shoot was very simple.

There was no complicated plot.

Nor was there any intimate physical contact.

Li Luo merely juggled the ball with Lauren and had a few simple interactions.

Before long, the bearded director announced that filming was over.

During the break.

Lauren slowly walked over. "Li, do you remember where we left off last time?"

Li Luo tried hard to recall it and asked in confusion, "The last time we met was... maintaining trees?"

"I've never maintained trees with you."

"Just kidding. Of course I remember..."

More than ten seconds later.

He finally remembered what they had discussed the last time they met: the Dutch girl had been to China.

"Of course I remember. You were going to show me the photos you took in China and tell me about the interesting things that happened there."

Li Luo let out a breath of relief.

Lauren beamed and leaned closer. "Mm! I'll show you."

At last.

The Dutch girl bade him farewell, thoroughly satisfied.

Before leaving, she even gave the Chinese boy a panda hat.

Li Luo did not think too much about it.

He only felt that once he got home, he should write it down in his diary, noting the time and event.

Otherwise, he might mix things up again the next time he met another girl.

The European matchday was fast approaching.

Major media outlets launched intensive promotional coverage.

Unfortunately.

Chinese fans' attention had been drawn away by something else.

<Li Luo's domestic phone commercial preview released.>

In the footage.

Accompanied by upbeat background music.

Li Luo and Lauren faced each other on a lawn, standing some distance apart.

They flicked the football up with their right feet.

Passing it back and forth.

With every pass.

Their clothes and the surrounding scenery changed.

From ancient China, to the medieval Arab world, and then to the American continent...

The number of comments, likes, and shares kept soaring.

-[Great attention to detail. I understood one of the stories—the tale of Pêro da Covilhã being imprisoned by Prester John during the Age of Discovery.]

-[This commercial has sound values. At least it isn't glorifying Columbus.]

-[Most of it is normal content—historical stories connecting Eastern and Western civilizations.]