Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

Walking wildly through the bar district, watching the young men and women coming and going, he suddenly felt a great sense of relief at being able to understand French, as if the barriers between them had lessened considerably.

Suddenly he saw three hot Middle Eastern beauties walking out laughing and joking, which surprised him greatly. After all, the Middle East is a place with very strict requirements for women, so it was quite unexpected to see such hot and open-minded beauties.

The Parisian night breeze, carrying the scents of alcohol and perfume, made Zhang Kuang's mind even clearer.

He strode out of the bar area, his heart pounding—not with nervousness, but with excitement.

The silhouettes of those three Middle Eastern beauties were still etched in his mind—tall, fiery, and one of them glanced back at him with something indescribable in her eyes.

"Calm down, calm down." He took a deep breath and suppressed the heat brought on by the Dragon Tiger Pill.

Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

"Hey, you're following us?"

Zhang Kuang looked up and realized that he had unknowingly walked to a relatively quiet street. The three Middle Eastern beauties from before were leaning against a black Mercedes-Benz by the roadside, smoking slender cigarettes and watching him with great interest.

The one who spoke was the tallest of the three, probably over 1.75 meters tall, with long chestnut hair, deep-set features, and a black, tight-fitting dress that accentuated her stunning figure. She spoke French with a noticeable Arabic accent, but it was very fluent.

"I...I didn't follow you." Zhang Kuang's mind raced. The perception granted by the Qi Gathering Pill allowed him to clearly smell the different perfumes on the three people, as well as—an aura he couldn't quite describe, belonging to "the same kind."

Not a cultivator, but some kind of being with an extreme desire for the opposite sex?

"Oh?" Another girl with short hair, tanned skin, and wearing leather pants laughed, her laughter wild. "Then you stared at us for at least five seconds, at the bar entrance."

"Three seconds is for admiring, and the extra two seconds are for thinking about how to strike up a conversation," the third girl chimed in. Her voice was much softer, and she had long, wavy hair. She was wearing a white sundress and looked the most well-behaved, but her eyes revealed a familiarity that didn't match her appearance.

Zhang Kuang paused for a moment, then laughed.

These three are interesting.

"Alright, you guys saw right through me." He shrugged and joked with his newly acquired fluency in French, "Then let's get to know each other formally—my name is Zhang Kuang, I'm Chinese, I've only been in Paris for three days, my wallet was stolen, but I'm still alive and in a pretty good mood."

"You're in a good mood after being robbed?" The tall girl raised an eyebrow.

"Because the people who robbed me should be in the hospital right now," Zhang Kuang said casually.

The three girls exchanged a glance and laughed at the same time.

The short-haired girl in leather pants was the first to extend her hand: "My name is Lina, from Qatar. This is my roommate Aisha—" She pointed to the taller girl, "This is Matilda, from Lebanon."

"Lebanon?" Zhang Kuang asked, somewhat surprised. "And you..."

"What are we?" Matilda—the seemingly most well-behaved curly-haired girl—blinked. "We're not the kind of Middle Eastern women who are all covered up. I came to Paris when I was eight, and they both came when they were fifteen. We only have one identity now—"

"The French Study Group!" the three exclaimed in unison, laughing heartily.

Zhang Kuang's heart skipped a beat.

The French-educated group. He liked that title.

The so-called "small group of students studying in France" refers to a group of women who have shed all the shackles of their home country and allowed the devilish aspects of human nature to be displayed to the fullest.

In their home countries, being looked at or touched by a man of the opposite sex is considered an offense and a crime, but here they are willing to accept any form of beating and exploitation without limits.

This is the explanation of the French-trained team, and also the best partner for dual-cultivation practitioners like Zhang Kuang.

Good, good, good. This kind of small team studying in France is exactly what dual cultivators like Zhang Kuang like the most.

"So, you're... rich kids?" he asked tentatively.

"Rich?" Lina laughed even more wildly. "My uncle is a member of the Qatari royal family, and my father is the chairman of an energy company. Aisha's father is one of the largest real estate developers in the UAE. As for Matilda's family... tsk, her maternal grandfather has a marriage alliance with the Saudi royal family."

"Stop." Zhang Kuang raised his hand. "I understand. You guys are the kind who come to Paris not to study, but to eat, drink, and have fun?"

"Of course you should read," Aisha said elegantly, exhaling a puff of smoke, "but life can't be all about reading. Paris is such a wonderful city; wouldn't it be a waste of a trip if we didn't enjoy it?"

Matilda added softly, "We're going to watch the game tonight, PSG's match. What about you?"

"What a coincidence, me too." Zhang laughed wildly. "I'm a professional football player."

"Oh?" The three girls were intrigued at the same time.

"I haven't signed a contract yet, I'm currently undergoing trials," Zhang Kuang said honestly. "But I'll sign soon."

As he spoke, his tone carried a certainty that even he himself found unfamiliar. Was it the confidence brought by the Dragon-Tiger Pill? Or did the first level of Qi Refining give him the assurance? He didn't know. But he did know that the way the three women in front of him looked at him had changed.

"How tall are you?" Aisha suddenly asked.

"185".

"He's quite muscular." Lina stepped forward, reached out and pinched his arm, and then—she froze.

"This muscle density..." she murmured softly, her gaze towards Zhang Kuang becoming even more subtle. "Are you really just an ordinary player?"

Zhang Kuang's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm: "I just practiced a lot."

He guessed it—Lina grew up in royalty and wealthy families, interacting with top bodyguards and special forces, giving her an intuitive understanding of human physical strength. The muscle density and skeletal feedback of a normal person are definitely not what he is now.

"Interesting." Lina released her grip and glanced back at Aisha.

Aisha stubbed out her cigarette, walked up to Zhang Kuang, and looked up at him—she was 1.75 meters tall, and wearing high heels, she was almost eye-to-eye with him.

"Arrogant," she called his name, her pronunciation surprisingly accurate, "what are your plans for tonight?"

"I was originally going back to the hotel to sleep," Zhang Kuang looked into her deep eyes, feeling his heart race again, "but now—"

"Now?" Matilda peeked out from behind and asked softly.

"Now I think that having in-depth exchanges with the group of students studying in France is also a good option."

The three women laughed at the same time.

Lina laughed the wildest, Aisha laughed meaningfully, and Matilda laughed the most innocently, but her eyes betrayed her.

"Get in the car." Aisha opened the Mercedes door. "I know a place."

---

Zhang Kuang is not someone who has never seen the world.

Although he was just a food deliveryman in 2027, Red Romance No. 38 was a regular customer—he considered himself to have seen his share of things.

But tonight, he realized that his previous so-called "experience" was nothing compared to that of truly top-tier players.

They lived on the top floor of a luxury apartment building in the 16th arrondissement. The entire floor was occupied by three interconnected suites, with the central area open to the outside, covering more than 400 square meters. The Eiffel Tower was visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dazzling with lights at night.

"Let's drink." Lina took a bottle of vintage champagne from the wine cabinet and opened it with practiced ease.

"Music." Matilda connected her phone to a Bluetooth speaker, and deep electronic music flowed slowly.

"Sit down." Aisha patted the huge white sofa and sank in first.

The moment Zhang Kuang sat down, he felt as if he had stepped into some kind of meticulously designed hunting ground—but he couldn't tell who the hunter was and who the prey was.

Or perhaps, everyone is.

The atmosphere changed after the first glass of champagne.

"Are you a virgin?" Lina asked bluntly.

Zhang Kuang nearly choked: "Of course not."

"That's good," she leaned closer, her perfume filling his nostrils, "because we don't want to teach beginners tonight."