"Oh, darling, how did the trial go?" Matilda answered the door and came forward to give Zhang Kuang an enthusiastic hug when she saw him. Zhang Kuang grabbed a few generous handfuls too, indulging his hands.
Zhang Kuang truly loved grabbing, pinching, and kneading these three women, as though he could never get enough and could keep playing forever.
"No problems, of course. It's just that the place is too remote. It's small, with hardly anyone around, so I'm a little hesitant. It's also more than two hours from Paris. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see you every day anymore."
"What? What are we going to do, then?" Lina came over too, looking worried.
Aïssa said, "Zhang, can you drive? If you drove a sports car back and forth, the round trip would only take three hours a day. But could you stand that kind of torture?"
Zhang Kuang said, "Drive? I can drive, but I haven't taken the driving test here."
"Then take it. We have three sports cars here. Drive whichever you like."
"Whoa, there are perks like that too?"
"Well, you do leave all three of us utterly satisfied."
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Kuang sighed with feeling. If he were the protagonist of a novel, he would surely break through the platform's restrictions and share the pleasures involved with his readers. Wonderful, simply beyond words.
Ahem, forget it. Talking about it would only be empty dirty talk anyway. I can't show the readers a video directly, so what's the point? I'll just quietly enjoy this happiness on my own.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. If it's cultivation, just let it be cultivation. Why throw in a Football King System? Now I'm really torn.
Over the following days, Zhang Kuang went with Jonathan to trials at many clubs, including teams in Serie A and the Bundesliga.
They did not go to La Liga, because its winter break had begun on December 20, and everyone was on holiday.
There was even less point in going to the Premier League. Zhang Kuang did not have a work permit, so he could not get into the Premier League at all right now.
This took up two or three days of Zhang Kuang's time, leaving him feeling as though he had missed out on several hundred million.
It hurt so much.
But there was nothing he could do.
It was not until December 24 that Zhang Kuang returned to Paris with Jonathan. He could hardly wait to find the three women.
Unfortunately, the three women had gone to a party with their classmates, so Zhang Kuang could only try his luck at a bar. There might be plenty of the France Study-Abroad Squad there. After all, the France Study-Abroad Squad did not refer to people of any particular nationality, but to all women from non-Western countries who yearned for Western "freedom and openness."
As it turned out... what Zhang Kuang had not expected was that the local French women were just as uninhibited. Faced with a man like Zhang Kuang, who was even better-looking than Kaká, they could not restrain themselves either.
And so... the process was thrilling and outrageous, wicked and unholy, intense and unrestrained!
It could not be described in too much detail. Too much description would give people the mistaken impression that the protagonist was wicked, an evil cultivator or a demonic cultivator.
In fact, the protagonist could not be blamed for this. It was entirely because those women liked doing things this way even more than he did.
That was right. Zhang Kuang had not changed inside. The world had simply become like this.
As for whether he had any sense of shame?
My friend, were you serious?
Zhang Kuang was very serious and professional when it came to love, but this was not love!
All right, this will do. The winter break is almost here. I still have nearly half a month, or twenty-odd days, and I still need to negotiate with a suitable club.
By then, my relevant attributes will definitely have shot up. Unfortunately, I don't have an Upgrade Card now, so I can't raise my cultivation realm either. I'll see how many Qi and Blood Points I can accumulate by then. Or should I buy some items first?
He had studied the shop recently, and there were many things he wanted to buy, such as the storage ring he had always wanted.
Unfortunately, even the most basic storage ring, with a capacity of one cubic meter, cost a thousand Qi and Blood Points. That meant scoring a thousand goals or making two thousand assists.
Even at nine points a day, it would take more than a hundred days.
Sigh, the main thing is that a storage ring isn't a necessity for me. It's one of those things that would be great to have, but I could do without.
The real necessities were things such as protective shin guards, football boots that boosted speed and agility, and potions that could quickly heal injuries.
Unfortunately, the shop did not sell any Qi and Blood Points, Upgrade Cards, or pills for rapidly improving football skills or cultivation realms. The system kept a tight grip on things, insisting on making its host keep scoring goals, winning Golden Boots, and taking championships.
The days that followed were the Western Christmas holidays. Apart from the Premier League, which had not taken a break, all the other leagues were on holiday, and many schools were too.
So Zhang Kuang could only go out every day in search of prey. In any case, he had the bonus of a physique immune to all poisons, so he would be fine as long as he did not imitate those Indian guys and cross species lines with lizards and the like.
Of course, he was not completely without standards. If they were unattractive, had poor figures, or were over thirty, he would rather go without than fool around indiscriminately.
Although he was very short on Qi and Blood Points now, his current stats were more than enough to meet his present needs.
Eventually, Zhang Kuang figured out a pattern: female university students who had come to France from countries outside Europe and America to study art could generally be found by the handful in bars or dance clubs where young people gathered.
Of course, during this time, there seemed to be a kind of inexplicable "tacit understanding": girls from East Asia automatically avoided Zhang Kuang when they saw him. Even if they genuinely found him attractive, they would not approach him.
Likewise, Zhang Kuang automatically screened out girls from East Asia, because he felt that these girls harbored a kind of "disdain" for him in their eyes. They preferred white men or big African studs.
Besides looking for partners, Zhang Kuang also went to the United Kingdom to watch Manchester United play Wigan Athletic in round twenty of the Premier League. It happened to be December 30.
Zhang Kuang came to watch Manchester United mainly because this was the last glory of the Manchester United dynasty. Every match he watched meant one fewer left to see.
Manchester United under Ferguson really were a delight to watch. The final score was 5-0, with Rooney, Carrick, Rafael, Berbatov, and Valencia scoring.
Old, middle-aged, and young players all contributed, with goals blossoming across the board. Manchester United still seemed to be flourishing.
Only Zhang Kuang, a transmigrator, knew that this was their final glory. Of course, they might become glorious again after 2027, but at least for the next seventeen years, they would be in decline.
On January 3, Zhang Kuang received a call from Jonathan.
"Zhang, we've heard back from the clubs where you had trials. Basically, they all want to sign you, but their terms differ. Listen to their offers, then see which one you want to choose."
Zhang Kuang breathed a sigh of relief. At last, he would have football to play. In the half month or so since transmigrating, he had done nothing but cultivate constantly or attend trials. He was getting anxious too.
"Okay, go ahead. I'm listening."