Football: Messi, I am your wallbreaker!

The night wind was dry and cold.

The wild celebrations after the match, the media frenzy, Simeone's outrageous statement that would shatter La Liga...

Then, we had a small celebration together in the cafeteria.

In just a few hours, Li Jing had almost exhausted all his energy.

Li Jing somewhat understood why many people said they would rather skip the first half of the game than participate in team building activities.

……

That evening, Li Jing finally returned to the detached villa that Raiola had rented for him on the outskirts of Madrid.

He stood in front of the gate and took out his keys from the pocket of his sports jacket.

Click.

The lock cylinder pops open.

The moment the door was pushed open.

The bright lights in the living room pierced directly into my eyes.

?

The lights weren't turned off?

Li Jing had just stepped his right foot across the threshold, his gaze sweeping across the living room for only half a second, when he instantly froze like a statue.

so big!

Yang Fengying!

She was holding a clear glass of water, and she stood there casually next to the sofa.

The tight red Atletico Madrid jersey he wore during the day on the sidelines was long gone.

She was now wearing only an extremely thin, sheer silk camisole nightgown!

That meager amount of fabric couldn't contain her extremely exaggerated curves at all.

With the slightest rise and fall of her breath, the fabric clung tightly to her fair skin, creating a visual impact so strong it could almost make one's blood vessels burst on the spot.

……

Li Jing's first reaction was to frown.

In his previous life, when he was a sports commentator, he had seen too many unlucky people like him.

For example, a guy in South Korea who does boxing.

After winning the game, he excitedly hugged the placard girl next to him.

The very next day, he was sued by an extreme feminist organization, resulting in a ban and exorbitant compensation that bankrupted him and even took away his house.

From then on, throughout his career, he always made sure to keep a very close distance from the ring girls, even after winning a match!

Can't be provoked or can't hide?

……

Li Jing's massive frame, standing at 1.8 meters tall and capable of withstanding five defenders on the field without flinching, now looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He abruptly pulled back his right foot that had stepped across the threshold, and staggered back three large steps.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Li Jing yanked the heavy solid wood door panel over and held it firmly in front of him.

They immediately made the correct judgment.

I can't spend even a second in the same room with a woman dressed like that.

"What the hell?!"

Li Jing shouted from outside the door.

"What are you doing in my house so late at night?!"

Yang Fengying, holding a water glass, was startled by the loud commotion at the door.

Seeing Li Jing's wary expression through the crack in the door, she pouted her full lips, her face full of displeasure.

Why are you hiding?!

Yang Fengying rolled her eyes and snapped irritably.

"Do you think I'd eat someone at night?! Why are you standing so far away from me? Come on in!"

"What the hell are you doing coming in!"

Li Jing hid behind the door, his voice alert and absolutely resolute.

"A man and a woman alone together, dressed like that at a current sports player's house!"

Li Jing pointed to her silk nightgown:

"If those paparazzi on Fleet Street take just one photo tomorrow, they can immediately fabricate an 800,000-word tabloid story for me!"

"Are you trying to ruin my reputation?"

"I'm not going in until you're properly dressed!"

I'd rather sleep on the street!

……

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a massive, heavy body appeared in the blind spot behind the sofa.

Raiola stood up from the carpet, a half-smoked Cuban cigar dangling from his lips and a thick folder in his hand.

The fat man rubbed his aching lower back and looked speechlessly at Li Jing, who was hiding outside the door.

"Kid, don't make a fuss."

Raiola explained in a gruff voice,

"Come in quickly and close the door, the wind is blowing in all the way in."

"These are proper pajamas, okay..."

"She came with me and opened the door with the spare key I had. We've been waiting for you in this shabby house for over two hours."

Raiola patted her round belly and complained:

"I haven't even had dinner!"

I saw that the familiar vampire manager was also inside.

Li Jing's heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his stomach with a "thud".

"You should have said so earlier, you fatso!"

Li Jing breathed a long sigh of relief before strode in and locked the door shut with a "click".

He walked over to the single sofa and plopped down, spreading his legs wide open.

I picked up a bottle of mineral water from the coffee table, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp.

The cool water slid down my throat, finally calming the palpitations I'd just felt from seeing a ghost.

"Didn't we just meet at the Anoeta Stadium during the day?"

Li Jing glanced at the two people opposite him, then slammed the mineral water bottle heavily onto the glass coffee table.

"What are you two doing here in the middle of the night? What are you trying to pull?"

……

Raiola casually placed the half-smoked cigar on the table and slammed his two fat, fleshy hands down.

The fat man's eyes lit up as if he had seen some rare treasure. He stretched out his chubby short finger and pointed at Yang Fengying next to him.

"Li Jing!"

Raiola's voice trembled with extreme excitement: "I must admit, I seriously underestimated Ms. Yang Fengying!"

"In that half hour or so, we had a good chat."

"The business thinking in her head is absolutely amazing!"

She's a born capitalist machine!

Li Jing put down the water bottle in his hand and looked back and forth between the two people, completely bewildered.

One is the most greedy agent in European football, and the other is a business operator who is well-versed in media operations and has no bottom line, a former double agent.

It has to be said that the two are actually quite similar in some ways!

Two extreme egoists are now together, their eyes gleaming with an intense, fanatical light called "money."

Li Jing felt a chill run down his spine.

"What is it?" Li Jing frowned.

"Low-lying hills, stinky water...?"

Lafayette didn't understand the sarcastic remark made with Chinese idioms.

Yang Fengying, on the other hand, didn't care at all about Li Jing's sarcasm.

She sat down on the large sofa quite naturally, crossing her legs.

The thin silk fabric slid down her thighs, revealing a large expanse of dazzling white skin.

The woman completely ignored Li Jing's quick averted gaze and swiftly got to the point.

"It's about the CP (couple pairing) thing I talked to you about at the basketball court during the day."

Yang Fengying crossed her arms and immediately entered a state of absolute professional operation:

"For a player to gain widespread recognition and break into the mainstream in a short period of time, simply scoring a few goals on the field is too slow."

"Rumors. Rumors are definitely the lowest-cost, highest-return, and fastest-spreading way to generate viral growth."

"This will not only attract a large number of commercially valuable female fans to buy your merchandise, but also exponentially increase the club's commercial evaluation of you."

Having commercial value gives you absolute leverage in negotiating breach of contract penalties and salaries!

Li Jing, this will be a good thing for you.

……

Raiola listened from the side and nodded repeatedly.

The fat man then slapped his thigh and added with a pained expression, his features almost squeezing together.

"But there's a critically weak market vulnerability here!"

Raiola's spittle flew:

"If you have a scandal with a Chinese actress, it's like you're automatically giving up your foothold in the European domestic market."

Those arrogant European brands will absolutely not buy it!

"But if you find a European actress to create a romantic pairing, then all your endorsements in the huge Chinese market will definitely be lost."

"Then the South Korean and Japanese markets—these are all enormous gold mines in Asia—will all be thrown away!"

Raiola clutched his heart, looking as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"That's a huge amount of cash! Watching that money slip through my fingers breaks my heart!"

Yang Fengying slightly raised her chin.

Those large, distinctly oriental eyes were now flashing with the greed and shrewdness of an extreme businessman.

"so."

Yang Fengying stared at Li Jing and spoke, word by word:

"I just gave Mr. Raiola an extremely bold idea to break the deadlock."

She paused for a second, then suddenly curled her rosy lips into a smile.

"Um, how about we take over all the markets..."

"Shall we do them all?"

"puff--!"

The mouthful of mineral water that Li Jing had just taken a sip of turned into a mist and sprayed out.

He coughed violently and almost choked to death on the spot.

"Cough cough... What the hell!"

Li Jing stared wide-eyed at Yang Fengying across from him as if she were a madwoman.

"Doing it all?! Spreading rumors across China, Europe, Japan, and South Korea?"

"With all this gossip flying around the world, changing locations every month to spread rumors, isn't he just a complete scumbag?!"

"No way! Absolutely not a jerk!"

Yang Fengying immediately raised her hand and interrupted him in an extremely decisive tone.

"What are you thinking! Female fans will never pay for a scumbag. The 'scumbag' persona has no sustainable monetization potential."

Li Jing spread his hands, his face completely speechless.

"Then teach me how to have scandals all over the world, and yet not be a jerk. How the hell do I do that?"

Yang Fengying moved a little closer.

A wonderfully pleasant scent of high-end perfume wafted through the air.

Her fair cheeks swayed slightly, and her voice carried an extremely seductive quality:

"That's very simple."

"You're just very loyal to every female celebrity who appears in your life."

Li Jing was speechless, feeling that his worldview had been greatly shaken.

"Is there a way to do this?"

Li Jing expressed his doubts.

"Believe me."

Yang Fengying said.

Yang Fengying leaned her face closer, her big eyes meeting Li Jing's.

Then came a confident smile.

"After all, your eyes look quite melancholy."

"And melancholy, on the other hand, appears to be affectionate..."

……

"Tibor, can I ask you something?"

"My eyes look very affectionate... I mean, melancholic."

The next morning.

The post-match physiotherapy room at Atlético Madrid's Calderón training ground.

Li Jing asked the question sincerely.

The spacious room was filled with the strong smell of muscle relaxant spray and a hint of alcohol disinfectant.

Several expensive, high-tech physiotherapy devices emitted a low, rhythmic hum.

Li Jing lay shirtless on the soft massage bed.

The team doctor is using highly professional massage techniques to help his calf muscles recover from the game and detoxify.

Last night's frantic sprint had pushed his muscles to their limit.

"I'm asking you a question, you big idiot goalkeeper!"

Li Jing turned her face to the side, her gaze passing over the gap between the two beds.

Looking at the bed next to him, he saw Courtois, a tall goalkeeper who was nearly two meters tall and had ice packs wrapped around his knees for icing.

I recalled Yang Fengying's extremely confident assessment from last night.

"What did you say?"

Courtois seemed a little slow to react to the cold before turning his head.

Li Jing suddenly stared intently at Courtois, his expression extremely serious.

"Tibo".

Li Jing spoke, his tone carrying a thirst for knowledge akin to exploring scientific truths:

Look closely at my eyes.

Look at me.

"Don't my eyes look very affectionate?"

The big guy shuddered.

"Get lost, bro, don't disgust me."

Her eyes were only slightly open before closing again.

The enormous body, standing a full two meters tall, sent shivers down my spine.

Courtois moved frantically toward the edge of the bed with extreme disgust, as if avoiding some deadly virus.

Courtois yelled and cursed, then grabbed a towel from the side and held it tightly in front of his chest.

"Why don't you ask Griezmann, the guy you tackled yesterday, about that?"

"What part of you is even remotely related to deep affection?! Deep affection my ass!"

Li Jing rolled her eyes and couldn't be bothered to pay any more attention to this Belgian giant bamboo pole who had absolutely no sense of aesthetics.

He buried his face back into the round vent of the massage bed.

After a few minutes.

Both of them had finished their physical therapy and started chatting casually across the bed.

As they chatted, they naturally started talking about the team's opponent in their next La Liga match.

……

Courtois stretched out his long arm and took a pre-match tactical report that had just been handed out by the assistant coach from the trolley by the bedside.

The big man's tone instantly turned serious, and he dropped his previous playful demeanor.

"By the way, have you looked at your next opponent?"

Courtois shook the printed paper in his hand, his eyes quickly scanning the key marks on it.

"We're going to play Osasuna away."

"Those guys are known as 'giant killers' in La Liga."

"They beat Barcelona in the last round of matches!"

"What's wrong? Aren't you panicking?"

"We're considered one of the three giants of La Liga, so are we on their menu too?"

……

Hearing the words "beat Barcelona"...

Li Jing, whose limbs were completely relaxed and limp on the massage bed, was originally lying on the massage bed.

Suddenly I felt my whole body harden.

The team doctor, who was giving the massage, felt the flesh under his hand suddenly harden like cast iron.

They beat Barcelona?!

Li Jing suddenly remembered something.

Although this Barcelona team is known as the "Dream Team".

However, in the league alone, it's normal for Barcelona to occasionally suffer unexpected defeats.

Instead, Li Jing suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something related to his mission.

Li Jing opened the control panel.

really!

Mission 7829: Win against Barcelona after they lose to Lionel Messi's team in their season. Reward: 30000 training hours!

Mission Code: My Father's Father is My Grandfather

……