Chapter 1

The streetlights cast a red glow, while the ground lights lining the red carpet shone white. The entrance to the Eiffel Tower was transformed into a star-studded avenue.

Fans, separated by barricades, held up posters of their favorite stars. Media reporters, cameras at the ready, occasionally stamped their feet and rubbed their hands together for warmth, their gazes fixed on the end of the street. A group of Barcelona executives gathered at the edge of the red carpet, almost ignored.

Executives from four European clubs loved to bring their families to these events, regardless of how few entry slots the organizers provided. Barcelona President Bartomeu adjusted his glasses and occasionally waved to the fans. He and a group of about seventy or eighty Barcelona executives, their relatives, and families had been standing at the entrance for fifty-three minutes. "Buffon!"

A round of applause erupted from the crowd.

This year, Cristiano Ronaldo finally smiled wryly and shook his head.

Gradually.

Clap clap clap!

Amidst the joyous atmosphere, "Well... you messaged me later, but I ignored you."

A figure's back.

As the stars hurried forward, the media reporters were like pirates besieging a merchant ship. Aerial photographers in helicopters aimed their lenses at the top of the tower. The Li Kang award (the Strongest Award) would be born from among eight nominees. Flashes of light exploded as they tried to capture the micro-expressions on the faces of Real Madrid's superstars, swiftly dividing the battlefield. Ronaldo's smile immediately vanished in the awards venue – [Did I fall out with *France Football*? Is that why I'm not attending the awards ceremony!] When the fireworks reached their peak, "We really don't know where Li is."

"Well, the story begins on an ugly night... you."

Suddenly.

Ronaldo faced some pointed questions from the media. After the separation of the "Li Kang Award" and "FIFA World Player of the Year," *France Football* silently imitated FIFA's "Hollywood-style" awards ceremony. The camera slowly panned across the theater-style audience, still without a glimpse of the Golden Ball. "..."

Several business vehicles sped over, and everyone turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the mixed interview area.

Everyone laughed heartily.

Two or three hundred people swarmed forward. "A super all-around scoring machine without any discounts!"

"A role model!"

The surging passion dispelled the cold. Ginola asked, "Ronaldo, has Paris left you with some unforgettable memories?"

Suddenly, a series of explosions rang out. A reporter asked, "Messi has already scored 17 goals and provided 6 assists in 16 league games, while..."

"The tenth arrondissement, the Champ de Mars, fireworks are being lit."

Year after year.

Fans excitedly waved posters and banners, but the guests hadn't reacted yet. "Tonight is the Li Kang Awards ceremony, you should be more concerned about other issues."

"The fourth…"

The media and fans scoffed. The camera zoomed in quickly. "The space for free creation is here; you can write whatever you want: for example, which girl did he go on a date with!"

Messi's beard was still unshaven, and he wore a gray tie. It was a figure's back.

The security guards looked disgusted. - [Impossible, last year in the European Cup, Li Po Lun shook France, one sword collapsed the entire plantation.] The screen eventually paused on Buffon as they introduced the seventh-place winner.

His face quickly regained his arrogant expression of "I am the first, seventh, and eighth in the world." "The 2017 Shilong Award winner, the Golden Ball!"

Soon, a second club arrived with their families to "steal the spotlight."

On the other side.

"Morata!"

The Golden Ball and Li Kang turned together, standing at the top of the tower, overlooking Europe.

"The midfielder of the Galactic Battleship and the Croatian Legion." "Tonight, the Eiffel Tower will witness the birth of Mr. Li Kang!"

"He is the first man since 2009 to 'suppress both Messi and Ronaldo in a single calendar year!'"

As soon as he finished speaking, time passed, and it became increasingly lively. Ronaldinho's smile was a little bitter: "1998, France World Cup, the final." Colorful lights illuminated the Eiffel Tower.

"The eighth super scorer in the 21st century to 'break through 55 goals in a single calendar year!'"

"Modrić!"

- [Is his wife about to give birth?] Ronaldinho. "The lowest annual threat conversion rate, the highest average assist efficiency. I always feel like something is missing?"

All are dressed in suits and leather shoes. Top scorer of the 2017 European Seven Big Leagues!

Old, white-haired David Ginola. Messi seemed to be in a good mood. When taking pictures with the hot female emcee, his eyes were squinting, deliberately keeping his distance, and awkwardly pressing his arms against his thighs. Messi and Ronaldo led the top 30 candidates for the Li Kang Award and stepped onto the red carpet. The reporters were slightly disappointed and then asked, "Do you think you can win the Shilong Award tonight?"

The ordinary moments of Shilong, Messi, and Ronaldo were played in rapid succession. "There will often be contact." The camera turned again.

*France Football* decided to increase the level of pretension, reduce the size of the venue, and leave the big scenes to the outdoor setting!

Too cunning. Where is Shilong?

Comments flew across the screen. "Ctv5Ctv5, good evening, audience members." "Lewandowski!"

Ronaldo wore a smile, a dark blue suit with a white star-patterned bow tie. - [Li Mingdeng must have gone to take a dump!

On the side of the stage, a large LED screen played Shilong's top 30 ordinary moments. The French football legend, whose youthful appearance was ranked at the forefront of the "football history handsome guys" by European fans.

The media reporters sighed: to hear these words from the mouth of a Real Madrid superstar is harder than killing him. Then the lights dimmed again.

"Seven Premier League assist hat tricks." "Seventh place…"

A fat figure appeared on the main stage again.

Don't block us from watching the stars walk the red carpet! A tall figure stepped onto the main stage, followed by.

"I held my wedding and my divorce in Paris."

"Where did Li go? I don't know either."

Eastern fans jokingly called them "a group of people coming to steal the spotlight."

'Cristiano!

Even the *Sun*, which had been squatting for days and nights, could not dig out Li's male-female relationships. The reporters obviously did not believe Buffon's jokes and smiled shyly when facing the camera.

"Eighth place…"

Colleagues applauded secretly in their hearts, unable to resist wanting to give a thumbs up. Roars of cheers like a landslide and tsunami erupted on both sides of the red carpet. The lights suddenly dimmed. Buffon was the most enthusiastic, wearing a burgundy suit with a white shirt with two rows of buttons unbuttoned. "European Seven Big Leagues, 2017 Assist King!"

The 2017 awards main venue only reserved forty or so "theater-style" seats.

"Eight Premier League hat tricks!"

Applause thundered. The audience in front of the TV faintly saw: At the most dazzling spot at the top of the tower, stood a figure. Ronaldo paused for two seconds, still hesitant and speaking stiffly: "There are people whose performance this year is a little bit better than mine… a little bit."

Immediately afterwards.

Ginola gave a brief opening speech in French. Ginola quickly interrupted and changed the subject: "Who do you personally think is the best of the year?"

Ronaldinho spread his chubby arms and smiled, "Do you even need to ask?"

- [Are they finally going to announce Li Kang! Hey? Where is Shilong? He's gone too!

The stars shone brightly, and the superstars of the Seven Big Leagues appeared one after another.

"The lowest court needle door conversion rate, the lowest average goal rate." Buffon, Morata, Kante, Hazard, and others were chatting and laughing with reporters. "I arrived in Paris a day earlier than you,"

The two football legends exchanged greetings. Now, broadcasting live for you is the 2017 Li Kang Award acceptance ceremony!