Li Kang returned to his senses.

The sorrowful mood gradually dissipated.

He picked up his phone and saw that only five minutes had passed.

He swung his left and right feet.

Feeling the changes in his body...

It seemed like nothing had changed.

"Balanced Feet" didn't create a module link with "Golden Left Foot."

Several messages popped up in the phone's notification bar:

Morata and Little Dennis were urging him to hurry downstairs to play games;

Worrell shared a German version of "Chicken Soup for the Soul";

Havertz forwarded a compilation of goals from the German U17 team.

It seemed like something was missing.

...

Knock knock knock!

Li Kang opened the door.

It was Van Gaal, wearing his signature red tie!

"Li! What a coincidence! We meet again in a foreign land!"

Old Van's expression was very unnatural.

Li Kang nodded.

This world-renowned coach was a very proud man, he would never be so enthusiastic, even if he bumped into Cruyff on La Rambla!

"Give me a few minutes! Don't overthink it, it's not about a transfer..."

Li Kang stepped aside to let him in.

Van Gaal walked straight into the room, impolitely twisted open a bottle of mineral water, and began his "bombardment."

"Leverkusen's defense is too poor! That little black guy... Jonathan Tah and Papadopoulos, these two players are not competitive in the Champions League!"

"Although I have dedicated my time to attacking football, in the Champions League, defense is paramount!"

"When you meet Barcelona again, are you confident in defeating their full-strength lineup?"

Old Van carefully observed the changes in Li Kang's expression... nothing changed.

He then said with a hint of regret:

"Let me tell you about Manchester United's winter and summer transfer targets!"

Li Kang nodded.

He wasn't in a hurry to rest.

When he was still a small substitute at Leverkusen, he met the warm and caring Van Gaal at Old Trafford.

The initial impression wasn't too bad.

Van Gaal confidently took out a pen and paper and said seriously, "Harry Maguire! He's only 22 years old this year! He's a treasure hidden in the English Championship! He has all the qualities to become a world-class center-back! You know, I'm very accurate when it comes to defenders! I can arrange 18 kinds of center-back combinations in 15 league games!"

"Jorginho! 24 years old, a genius midfielder from Napoli in Serie A! He will definitely be the best in Europe in the future! He represents the trend of football! He can help you reduce redundant organizational tasks! He..."

"Lukaku! Everton's... no need to mention this, he has already proven his strength in the Premier League!"

"Timo Werner! 19 years old! A super striker from Stuttgart, Germany! He is the next Klinsmann! The next golden bomber!"

Old Van noticed a change in Li Kang's micro-expression.

Was it surprise? No! It was delight!

There was hope!

Strike while the iron was hot!

"Did you notice their ages? They will grow with you! A perfect, impeccable spine!"

"Manchester United! Will usher in a great..."

Li Kang couldn't help but reach out his hand!

Van Gaal's breathing quickened, his face flushed!

A historic moment! The beginning of a great collaboration!

He trembled and reached out his hand!

Just as he was about to give a high-five!

Li Kang turned around and extended his arm towards the door.

Van Gaal's eyes were dull.

He suddenly felt that Seoul in October was very cold... colder than Amsterdam!

Suddenly.

A burst of rapid footsteps awakened the Manchester United coach's thoughts.

"Li! Why aren't you ready yet..."

Little Dennis hadn't finished speaking when he frowned slightly and muttered, "Van Gaal... you want to trick Li into joining the Dutch national team!"

Li Kang: "..."

Old Van shook his head, stood up, and strode out the door: "Li, no need to give me an answer now, get some rest! Winter or summer window... it's still early."

He casually patted Dennis on the shoulder: "Young man, don't let your memories stay in the 2014 World Cup."

In the 2014 World Cup, the Dutch team reunited with the Spanish team in the group stage...

The people of the Iberian Peninsula remembered this Dutch coach who loved to wear a red tie.

...........

Barcelona.

Cruyff slowly opened his eyes.

Three blue magpies hopped on the branches outside the window.

Shaking off a few dead leaves.

"The feeling of loneliness is always evident in the autumn of Barcelona!"

"Let me think... Barca lost? It doesn't matter, temporary victories..."

"1 million euros?"

"1 million euros!"

"Damn Robert! Stupid Enrique! And the Barcelona executives! A bunch of good-for-nothings... useless!"

Two nurses rushed into the ward.

"Mr. Cruyff! Don't get excited! Please calm down!"

"Calm down my ass! Damn it! Reporters! Quickly help me call all the reporters in Europe over!"

"The No. 4 position! The third generation of La Masia's No. 4!"

The TV was playing highlights of a friendly match between Spain and South Korea!

On the screen.

A figure stretched out in mid-air...

Flying...

Cruyff couldn't help but widen his eyes.

His chaotic thoughts seemed to be pulled back to 41 years ago.

His whole person instantly quieted down.

"Barca... has lost more than just the No. 4 position..."

..........

Li Kang didn't play games for long before hurriedly returning to his room.

Why was someone standing at the door again?

A refined old man with golden-white hair?

Pellegrini!

The Manchester City coach!

"Li, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The two shook hands.

Li Kang felt the warmth from the other person's palm.

"I'm here to invite you to join Manchester City."

.....

Pellegrini didn't have as many tricks as Van Gaal.

He just got straight to the point!

He explained one by one: what kind of chemistry would Li Kang create with David Silva and De Bruyne if he joined Manchester City.

His general blueprint was: to create a midfield combination even stronger than "Xavi, Iniesta, Busquets."

He didn't waste much time.

Only less than three minutes.

Pellegrini said goodbye.

As soon as he went out, he bumped into a middle-aged woman.

Chelsea's "Iron Lady," Skaia!

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

The three Premier League powerhouses were secretly meeting with Leverkusen's young player on the same night!

....

Yuzhen, encouraged by her companions.

Holding Leverkusen's number 10 jersey.

Came to the hotel where the Spanish national team was staying.

She didn't encounter any obstacles.

After all, she was a household name "child star" in Korea, even the hotel's foreign waiters could recognize her.

"If I can't get Li Kang's autograph today..."

"Then there may not be another chance in this lifetime!"

"Good luck!"

The star-chasing of adolescence is crazy.

It's a kind of infatuation.

They develop a kind of dependence on their idols.

Communicating with idols in their imaginations.

Experts believe that this is a halo effect!

Even if there are any shortcomings in the idol, they will be downplayed, commonly known as "fan filter!"

But to what extent can this filter be filtered?

When Yuzhen saw an elegant middle-aged woman leaving Li Kang's room.

She couldn't filter it anymore.

Something in her heart collapsed...