[Son from South Korea: Li, what did you think of the girl group photos I sent you last time? I assure you again that they're all-natural, with no plastic surgery, and they have the right values and good personalities. She's a huge admirer of you and a loyal fan.]
Li Luo scrolled up and looked through the chat history.
Only then did he remember what this was about.
He didn't reply to Son Heung-min.
He was currently in China and was a role model for countless teenagers. How could he possibly pay attention to a Korean girl? Besides, the chat history between him and Son from South Korea had been exposed by The Sun last time. That bastard Danny Rose had leaked the information.
The World Cup Qualifiers were over.
The vacation had begun.
Everyone thought Li Luo would fly to vacation destinations around the world, or some sunny beach, and relax properly.
But he didn't.
Li Luo was staying at a hotel near the China National Football Team Base, preparing for the 2017 FIFA Confederations Cup.
Its full name was the FIFA Confederations Cup.
The participating teams included the champions of the six continental competitions, the reigning World Cup champion, and the host nation, for a total of eight teams.
For example: the 2015 Asian Cup champion—China, the 2016 European Championship champion—Portugal, the 2014 World Cup champion—Germany, the 2015 Copa América champion—Chile...
Many fans and media outlets joked that none of the participating teams were aiming for the title.
Why?
Because the FIFA Confederations Cup had a so-called "curse": Every team that had won the Confederations Cup failed to win the World Cup the following year, and most of them performed poorly.
Early morning.
Inside the hotel room.
Li Luo slept until he woke naturally. He had originally