Bayern's Super Prodigy?

The calm, monotonous days passed quickly.

Leo Kang trained strictly according to plan every day.

This training plan had been refined twice by Havertz's personal coach and Bayer Leverkusen's fitness trainer.

Even his diet had been specially tailored by the club.

In a sense, his recent life had been very "scientific."

Over the past half month or so,

several attributes boosted by the Destroyer Midfielder template had improved tremendously.

But once an attribute exceeded 70, improvement became extremely slow.

For example, after half a month of training, his stamina had increased by only one point.

Of course, his training schedule was also strictly "monitored."

Even the security guards around the first-team dormitories kept a close eye on him.

The moment he trained for too long, they would step in to stop him.

In the blink of an eye,

matchday in the German Youth League arrived as scheduled.

Leo Kang and his teammates flew to Munich, the capital of Bavaria, 600 kilometers away.

They would challenge the youth league's supreme powerhouse: Bayern Munich Youth Team.

Unlike clubs like Schalke 04, which specialized in producing prodigies,

Bayern Munich Youth Team had practically gathered all of Germany's youth academy talents under one roof!

Every year's German Youth League champion basically came from one of these two teams.

On the plane,

Topp looked troubled, rubbing a bottle of mineral water between his hands without stopping.

Against Borussia Mönchengladbach, they could still fight back.

Against Bayern Munich, though... that was hard to say.

Their superstar, Kurt, was far beyond youth-team level. He had already been registered in Bayern Munich's Champions League squad!

Right.

Kurt's situation was exactly the same as Leo Kang's. He would train with the youth team for two months, then return to the first team once the new season began!

Though perhaps it was not quite the same.

Bayern Munich's super prodigy had been pursued by multiple Premier League giants two years ago.

Crack!

The mineral water bottle was crushed out of shape.

The assistant coach shook his head and said softly, "Coach, there's nothing embarrassing about losing to Bayern Munich Youth Team! They're the Youth Champions League winners!"

Topp jolted. "Shut up! I won't lose to that bastard Augenthaler!"

Bayern Munich Club.

Säbener Training Ground.

The prodigious footballer Kurt walked into a reception room.

He was 1.76 meters tall.

His seemingly slender frame concealed muscles of astonishing explosive power.

Especially his left foot. Its perfect contours seemed like a gift God had bestowed upon the world.

Combined with that handsome, arrogant face,

it made many fans believe that even if he had not played football, he would still have become a major star.

He had recently made a decision.

He was replacing his agent.

The reason was simple: he had come through Borussia Mönchengladbach's academy and should have been able to part ways with the club amicably long ago.

Yet that stupid agent had kept interfering, hoping to secure greater profits.

If not for that,

eighteen-year-old Kurt would have long since dazzled on the Premier League stage!

Heavy footsteps approached.

A sleazy, short, fat man entered the reception room, surrounded by several bodyguards.

"Hey! Handsome, adorable little Kurt, you won't regret today's decision! I will build you into..."

The short, fat man wore a fawning expression.

The way he looked at Kurt was as though he had found a treasure trove.

His name was Mino Raiola.

A vampire of the football world.

If Bayern Munich's management saw this scene, they would definitely beat the short, fat man senseless.

He was undoubtedly the agent European giants hated most.

In pursuit of maximum profits, he used all sorts of tactics—inciting players to boycott training, openly escalating conflicts between players and clubs, and more.

It was utterly disgusting.

Kurt found it disgusting too.

The eighteen-year-old could not hide the slightest trace of disdain, even as he tried to say politely, "I'm honored!"

Kurt had chosen the short, fat man entirely for his transfer dealings and commercial abilities.

He believed Bayern Munich was merely the starting point of his career!

A moment later,

the two completed the signing.

Mino Raiola generously extended his pudgy hand. "My little genius, I will..."

Kurt hurriedly cut him off. "Mr. Mino, the match is about to begin. I need to warm up."

They did not shake hands.

With that, he turned and left.

The short, fat man's assistant was about to pick up a camera and take a photo of them together.

He could not help saying angrily, "Boss, that guy is way too arrogant! Does he think he's Balotelli?"

Mino Raiola smiled. "It's normal for a super prodigy like him to be a little arrogant, like a little pony that won't be tamed so easily.

"And don't mention that idiot Balotelli to me lately! That motherfucker has caused me trouble again!"

"The match? Bayern Munich Youth Team's opponent today is Bayer Leverkusen!"

"Come on, let's go watch. Let's see how our Kurt creates another massacre!"

The short, fat man burst into laughter, puffed out his huge belly, and strode out of the reception room.

Säbener Stadium.

The stands on all four sides were packed!

Attendance for Bayern Munich Youth Team matches would not be lower than that of any strong second-tier league side in Europe!

Reporters from multiple television stations had also arrived at the venue.

Youth academies on the level of Bayer Leverkusen and Borussia Mönchengladbach might attract no attention.

But Bayern Munich and Schalke 04 were different.

As La Masia and Ajax declined with the passage of time,

the youth academies of those two clubs had become Europe's hottest trending topics during the offseason.

There was still some time before the match officially began.

Bayern Munich's young players came onto the pitch to warm up.

The stands erupted with wave after wave of incredibly excited cheers.

"Sinan!!!"

"Sinan!!!"

"Sinan!!!"

Bayern Munich fans chanted Kurt's name.

Their voices brimmed with pride.

It was as though that supernova had been developed by their own academy.

Reus refused to join Bayern Munich?

No problem.

Kurt was our Reus!

The fans had placed the club's future upon him.

In the previous round, against Hoffenheim Youth Team,

Kurt had put on a super-prodigy performance, scoring six goals all by himself! He had shocked everyone!

No one doubted the result of today's match.

Bayer Leverkusen Youth Team?

They would only become Kurt's backdrop!

To Bayern Munich fans, the gap in strength between the two sides was like the Somali Trench!

China's livestream chatroom.

The young streamer was brimming with excitement, rubbing his hands together.

"Brothers, the feed's clear enough today, right? The match is about to start! Let's go! Bayer Leverkusen Youth Team! Easy win!"

"Did you see the squad list? Brother Leo is starting!"

"Bayern Munich will slaughter Bayer Leverkusen? Don't believe that messy pre-match nonsense! Believe me!"

"Why isn't there a single Bayer Leverkusen fan in the stadium? That's normal. If you lived in North Rhine, would you buy a plane ticket costing thousands just to fly to Munich for a youth-team match? Germans are stingy."