Chapter 1 When I Woke Up

When Chen Yingxiong woke up, he found himself lying in his hotel room bed. He looked to his right, no naked blonde beauties. He looked to his left…

There was a naked Denisov wearing only a pair of underpants!

Chen Yingxiong was instantly sober. His brain cleared up immediately, and he jumped out of bed.

Just as he was about to shout, he saw Anyukov and Kerzhakov lying on the bed next to him.

Just as he was about to figure out what was going on, his head suddenly started to ache.

He sat weakly on the edge of the bed, holding his head with one hand.

What the hell is going on?

I seemed to have drunk a lot and lots and lots of alcohol yesterday…

Then, uh, then we continued drinking a lot and lots of alcohol at the nightclub.

What happened after that?

He had no idea…

How did we get back? And how did we end up sleeping in the same room?

He had too many questions.

Just as he was racking his brains, he heard a sound of someone turning over behind him.

He turned around and saw Denisov opening his eyes and staring at him.

As soon as Denisov opened his eyes, he saw Chen Yingxiong's back as if he was enjoying a post-coital cigarette. He subconsciously pulled up the messy quilt on the bed to cover his hairy chest…

"Damn it! Why are we sleeping in the same room!?"

"I think we should figure out why we're sleeping in the same bed!"

The four young men sat dejectedly in the hotel restaurant.

They tried hard to recall what happened last night, but they were all so drunk that the fragments of memories could not be pieced together into a complete "nightclub story" no matter what.

Martin Škrtel came for breakfast and saw the four of them. He laughed and said, "You're awake so early? I thought you'd sleep until noon!"

The four of them looked up, rushing over as if they had seen a savior.

"Tell me what happened!"

"Uh… you guys seemed to have come back at almost one o'clock, hugging each other in pairs, and singing loudly, attracting a lot of attention." The lower Martin Škrtel spoke, the lower the four people's heads hung. "We wanted to separate you, but you hugged each other tightly and entered the room like that… As for what happened after that, ha! We don't know!"

"We're finished!"

"Damn it!"

"Why is this happening? My lifelong reputation…"

Kerzhakov suddenly said weakly, "When I went to the toilet this morning, I felt a bit…"

"Shut up!!" The three of them roared at him at the same time.

Next, every teammate who came to the restaurant for breakfast greeted them with a meaningful smile.

Obviously, what they did last night had spread throughout the team.

If this continued, they simply couldn't stay here any longer. The four of them finished their breakfast hastily and fled the restaurant.

"I swear I definitely didn't do anything when I slept last night! I always sleep very soundly!" Denisov placed his hand on his chest and said solemnly.

"Then I also swear that I am one hundred percent innocent!" Kerzhakov also raised his hand and swore. "What happened this morning… I think it must be because I'm… constipated!"

"That kind of thing will never happen to me. Even if I drink a lot, I won't do that kind of thing!" Anyukov also quickly distanced himself.

After speaking, the three of them turned to look at Chen Yingxiong.

Chen Yingxiong looked at Denisov, Anyukov, and Kerzhakov one by one, and then said with a serious face, "Don't worry, even if I were to be gay, you shouldn't be my type. Because you're too ugly!"

"Damn it…"

The three people who had been hit hard were extremely depressed.

This was the first activity of the Saint Petersburg Zenit drinking and fun club. Although everyone had a great time, it exposed a lack of experience. However, I believe that as the activities deepen and become more frequent, this problem will be solved.

After breakfast, the team disbanded on the spot. They were free to do whatever they wanted today. This was their holiday.

The other players went home, while Chen Yingxiong followed the team bus back to the training base—his residence was here.

When he got off the bus, the driver gave him a thumbs up: "That goal was beautiful, Yingxiong!"

Chen Yingxiong grinned at him: "Thanks!"

Back in the dormitory, Chen Yingxiong saw Yesenin. Although it had only been two nights since they last met, it felt like a long time.

"How was your fun yesterday, Yingxiong?" Yesenin asked.

"Uh…" Chen Yingxiong looked embarrassed. "It couldn't have been better…"

"That's good."

Chen Yingxiong sat at the dining table and opened the webpage with Yesenin's laptop—he was still thinking about the upgrade system.

"Still a third away from upgrading? So fast?!" Chen Yingxiong exclaimed.

"You completed several tasks in one go yesterday. Representing the first team, reaching the standard for starting for the first team, scoring the first goal of your career, and the clutch performer repeatable task. In addition, scoring goals also gives extra experience. Since it was a goal that decided the outcome of the game, the experience doubled. Then, the team you're on won the game. As long as you participate in the game, you can also get experience."

Hearing Yesenin's explanation, Chen Yingxiong smiled and the unhappiness from this morning disappeared.

"Easy to earn, easy to earn! Huh? What's this? Reputation? There's reputation too?"

"Of course. Reputation is your popularity."

"Then why didn't I notice it before?"

"Because your popularity was zero before."

"That fact is really cruel…" Chen Yingxiong clicked into the reputation system and found the following written on it:

"Unknown Person: 10"

"Unknown person? I'm still an unknown person! So many media outlets have interviewed me…" Chen Yingxiong protested to Yesenin.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the reputation you see corresponds to the whole world."

"Uh…" Chen Yingxiong was speechless. For the entire world of football, he was indeed an unknown person. Nalchik Spartak was not a giant like Moscow CSKA or Moscow Dynamo. This was not an earth-shattering confrontation. This game was not even broadcast live nationwide, only having some influence in the Saint Petersburg area.

But didn't Yesenin say that? One goal is ten points of reputation. If you win a championship or get a personal honor, there will be more reputation rewards.

So, improving popularity is simple, just score goals, score goals, and score goals again, win, win, and win again, champion, champion, and champion again!

I like this way. It's simple, direct, and effective!

As long as I keep scoring goals, I will definitely be able to continuously bring victories, and the accumulation of continuous victories will naturally lead to championships. So the root is scoring goals. Scoring goals solves everything!

"Hey, Mr. Aurora." Chen Yingxiong, who was buried in reading the newspaper, suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Yesenin replied.

"Let's go train! Practice shooting with me."

"Today is a holiday, Yingxiong."

"I know."

"Don't you want to go to the city and have fun? You've been clamoring to go before?" Yesenin asked.

"I changed my mind. Saint Petersburg is there, it's been there for hundreds of years, and it won't run away. It doesn't matter if I go a few days later. But now time is precious. Besides headers, everything else about me is very average. I want to seize the time to practice more and improve myself."

Yesenin smiled: "Are you going to grind for experience again?"

Chen Yingxiong nodded: "Yes!"

After speaking, he took the lead to get up, walked to the door, and began to put on his shoes.

Yesenin looked at his back and felt that perhaps he… had not chosen the wrong person this time.

When Chen Yingxiong put on his shoes and got up, he found that Yesenin was still standing there. He asked, "Let's go? Come with me!"

"Oh… oh! Okay!"

Yesenin stood up from his chair.

This hero, maybe he can really become a hero?