Manchester United's heir apparent, but can't play football.

Chapter 137 Such a daring advertisement? (Daily transition)

Sky Sports Studios.

Several Premier League legends are chattering away again.

Manchester United legend Gary Neville, visibly excited, exclaimed, "I saw an incredible Manchester United team. Lee seems to possess magic, the magic to control the game!"

Liverpool legend Jamie Carragher, his brow furrowed, remained silent for a long time. He often criticizes Manchester United, for example, saying Rooney doesn't deserve the captain's armband and that Van Gaal's tactics are meaningless. Of course, Neville also frequently criticizes other clubs in the same way.

Carragher hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "This Manchester United team relies too much on Lee."

"Ha ha!"

Gary Neville's tone was extremely excited: "This is Manchester United's good fortune. Last season, when we didn't even have a midfielder who could reliably link up the attack, who was it that kept saying 'Manchester United lacks a core player who can solve problems'? Now that Lee is back, you're saying this instead?"

"A superstar player leading the whole team, that's what a top team should be like."

The guests burst into laughter.

Not in a hurry.

If Liverpool win convincingly later, the situation in the studio might turn around.

Free Field.

Suddenly, a light drizzle began to fall.

"Congratulations to Manchester United on a fantastic start to the season with two consecutive wins."

"Van Gaal's tactical experiments tonight have yielded some results."

"Li Luo illuminated the path ahead."

Coach Zhang glanced down at the data: Li Luo covered a total distance of 13000 meters, touched the ball 126 times, and had a 92% pass completion rate. Combining these three statistics, and looking at his key passes, he was simply too powerful!

Super midfielder.

One person truly brought Manchester United together!
It transformed the entire team.

It's far finer than the web weaver Li Luo from the Wolfsburg era. Cough cough, I mean more precise!

Did Van Gaal's experiment actually succeed?

After thanking the fans, Li Luo and his teammates hurriedly ran towards the tunnel.

Upon returning to the locker room.

A cold, mechanical, electronic synthesized voice quietly began to play.

Congratulations on obtaining: Swan Golden Treasure Chest.

A golden treasure chest slowly appeared in Li Luo's arms.

The treasure chest is engraved with the Swansea team logo.

[The treasure chest is being opened]

In the blink of an eye, a soft light emanated from the textured surface of the treasure chest.

No more special effects.

Looks like I didn't get a golden legendary item this time?
Congratulations on obtaining the Williamson "Sky Fortress" module!

[Legendary Phantoms cannot be triggered without a Soul Forge.]

[Additional Attribute Boost: Jump +3!]

[The man who "shot" Robin van Persie in the head, only to be "blasted" by van Persie's Dragon Claw technique.]

what?
Another rare attribute related to physical attributes? Do they eat that well in the Premier League?

Jump: 90!

A qualitative leap.

With a heading rating of 98 and a hang time module, wouldn't I become a nemesis or natural enemy of certain clubs?

snort!
Those short, stocky defenders, who can stop me?
"plum"

Morata looked guilty and leaned closer in a low voice, saying, "I'm sorry, I wasted several good opportunities you created tonight."

Li Luo smiled and said, "It's okay, your positioning was excellent! We have great chemistry."

Drop drop drop.

The phone rang.

Perrin: Lee, I'm sorry.

Why are so many people apologizing to me?
What's wrong with the Chinese national football team?
I opened the news and saw: China's national football team 0-0 Hong Kong.

He flipped through the highlights again and quickly replied.

[Li Luo: Mr. Perrin, you've made great progress, just a bit unlucky. Please keep up the good work!]

Fortunately, it was a draw, so at least we got a point.

The head coach can't be fired because of a beating, right?
The team did not linger in Swansea; Manchester United immediately began their return journey.

Giggs had originally wanted to catch up with the Welsh players.

Van Gaal pulled out reserve team goalkeeper Valdes, intending to have him talk to everyone about the habits of Barcelona players.

"Hmph, finally I have a chance to put this guy to good use!"

"Boss, he's insulting you on social media!"

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The situation became awkward.

Valdes was personally promoted from Barcelona's reserve team to the first team by Van Gaal, and the two had a deep mentor-student relationship.

and after.

Barca became a key player in Barcelona's Dream Team II and Dream Team III, making 539 appearances for the club and winning 21 championship trophies.

Its combat characteristics perfectly complement the passing and control system.

Van Bass wanted to play possession-based football at Manchester United, so he bought him partly as an experiment and partly to provide technical support to the next generation of goalkeepers.

He joined on a free transfer, without costing Manchester United a single penny in transfer fees.

His nominal weekly wage was £15, but Monaco had to pay £9.5 of it (Monaco unilaterally terminated his contract due to a serious anterior cruciate ligament injury), so Manchester United actually paid £5.5 per week.

The contract is only for 18 months.

Manchester United's management readily agreed to this cheap and cost-effective signing.

The Sun: Hailed as a classic "low-cost, deterrent signing" in football history, Van Gaal's team-building talent was further demonstrated by his successful deal to retain De Gea with a weekly wage of £20, especially considering that some Premier League goalkeepers who performed worse than him were already receiving contracts of £14-£16 per week.

"Boss, I didn't insult you."

"."

Old Fan suddenly remembered: if he agreed to Schweinsteiger's free transfer, the other party's weekly wage might reach more than £20.

Falcao, who was previously relegated to the reserves, was earning a weekly wage of £28.
In the top five European leagues, clubs tend to offer higher salaries to players who join on free transfers because they don't pay a transfer fee.

For example, Bendtner received a high salary at Wolfsburg that was disproportionate to his ability.

"Do not talk nonsense."

Van Gaal urged, "Quickly tell the young players about the characteristics of Barcelona's key players."

Valdes looked troubled: "Boss, I love Barça deeply."

"Damn it, who's paying your salary now? Who's giving you the chance to play football?"

Manchester United!

After a long time.

After a long and tiring journey, Li Luo finally returned to the Manchester United first team dormitory.

I'm mentally exhausted.

They did not choose to continue practicing.

He and Maranda sat in the living room, taking notes while listening to a portable recorder and chatting.

"Lee, is Valdes lying to us? He said that Barcelona's defense and Manchester United's defense are both a pile of shit?"

"By the standards of his peak, he was probably a piece of shit."

Little Black Egg suddenly realized and said, "Right, we haven't even reached the peak of our professional careers yet!"

Li Luo nodded seriously: "Yes, not considering sudden factors such as injuries and mental problems, the position we play must be accumulated through long-term matches to gradually reach its peak."

From God's perspective, countless red lines spread out, and combined with the "intelligence" provided by Valdes, the resulting model of the Barcelona players becomes increasingly clear.

"The boss sent an email saying there's no training tomorrow, the whole team will have a day off, no strength training, and we should focus entirely on preparing for the Barcelona match!"

The next afternoon.

Li Luo finished his training on the green field downstairs from his dormitory.

Three fierce dogs, dragging their chains, huddled in their kennels, while two Collie sheepdogs, veterans of the Bundesliga, were already free to roam and ran freely in the spacious open area.

The security personnel sat sleepily in the guard post.

Tom jogged up, panting, "Lee! It's almost time, you need to shoot an underwear commercial."

What lingerie ad?

Li Luo couldn't remember for a moment.

Tom quickly explained, "Didn't you get stripped down to your underwear by Wolfsburg fans in the Europa League final a few months ago? You mean that underwear brand!"

"I remembered."

Li Luo took a shower, changed his clothes, and then set off with Tom.

The shooting location wasn't far; the lingerie company specifically arranged for it to be in the suburbs of Manchester.

The van drove along the road. On both sides were stretches of light green lawns, with dandelions or clover scattered among them, swaying gently in the wind.

In the distance, small patches of farmland or pasture can be glimpsed, surrounded by low wooden fences. A few sheep graze with their heads down, and free-range hens stroll along the fence. There are no dense crops; most of the land is grassland in its natural state.

Tom suddenly remembered something: "Lee, don't worry, there won't be any scenes that are too explicit."

Li Luo was watching a Barcelona match video on his tablet and casually remarked, "How explicit can it be? I've seen Giroud and the others film it too."

"Yes, it's within the bounds that won't affect the company's image."

Today is a day off.

No one at Manchester United minds the Chinese prodigy shooting commercials, especially since they've won two consecutive Premier League matches with fluid gameplay and high entertainment value. Li Luo also has a clean and healthy private life, so even Van Gaal and Ferguson wouldn't have any objections.

Arrived at the filming location.

A group of brand staff in uniforms warmly greeted us at the entrance.

"Li~ Our Dream Theater Prince has finally arrived! Let me introduce myself. You can call me Ethan!"

Ethan was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist, but he acted like a shy young girl.

Upon meeting, he patted Li Luo's shoulder and arm, repeatedly saying that Li Luo was the best spokesperson.

They didn't exchange pleasantries for long.

The group soon arrived at a spacious photography studio.

"plum!"

When a soft call reached his ears, Li Luo first smelled that familiar, faint fragrance.

Turn around and look.

It is Miriam Leone.

An Italian beauty is walking gracefully towards us, her figure slender and elegant.

Her every move exudes the composure and languor of a mature woman, like a ripe purple grape, still damp and moist from being just washed.

"Long time no see, Li~ You've grown taller and become even more charming! I'm so lucky to have met you on my first lingerie commercial shoot."

The distinctive Sicilian accent is soft and gentle.

Her eyes were like those of a calico cat eyeing its prey, extremely alluring.

An overwhelming aura of desire.

"It's been a long time, Ms. Leone."

Li Luo tried her best to appear serious and responded politely.

I never expected that shooting this kind of advertisement would lead me to meet this old Italian acquaintance who is 12 years older than me.

But that’s fine too.

She's far, far better than those female celebrities in Little Britain and America whose makeup is so bizarre and grotesque.

Leone is a stunningly beautiful woman with a striking presence.

With some time before filming, the two walked down the corridor toward the dressing room, chatting casually.

“I rarely take on advertisements of this level.” Miriam turned to look at him, her tone casually honest: “If I hadn’t known my partner was you, I wouldn’t have come at all.”

"Me too."

Li Luo smiled.

The Italian beauty's gaze was ambiguous; she paused slightly and asked, "Really?"

"I was just kidding." Li Luo's tone was flat. "I'm usually too lazy to even look at the details of advertising collaborations."

These words made Miriam laugh out loud, her shoulders swaying slightly as her hair brushed against her shoulders.

Li Luo took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped. "This level of explicitness?" A question mark appeared in his mind. It was just an underwear advertisement; what could be so outrageous about it?

Aren't all the people here afraid of Manchester's sniper rifles?

The filming process was very simple.

There is no director with a big beard.

The photographer and staff were all middle-aged women.

Li Luo was stunned when he saw Leone in his new clothes: Wow.
I secretly rejoiced: thankfully, I have grown taller in the past few months.

Humph.

The scenario depicted in The Sun will not occur.

Leone approached with a smile, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "My God, Lee, you've grown so much in just over half a year! I can't even look at you anymore, turn around!"

Her needs were simple: she had been a Juventus fan since childhood and particularly admired talented Chinese players like her—players with elegant playing styles and commanding presence. She longed for a rare opportunity.
The content of the shoot was also very simple.

"Get closer!"

"Li! Gently wrap your arm around her waist."

"Leone, relax and lean on his shoulder."

Li Luo was shocked by the content's explicit content.

The physicality is comparable to that of the Premier League.

So uncomfortable!

That thing, it's about to burst.

Soon.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the person leaning on his shoulder slowly relax. Miriam's hair brushed against his neck, and a different kind of tenderness gradually blended into the languid look in her eyes on that delicate face. She seemed to relax as if a long-awaited rain had come after a drought, and even her breathing became lighter.

31 years old, that's the perfect age for ****.

When changing poses for group photos, there's always an unintentional friction.
The filming finally wrapped up, and the sounds of equipment being packed up on the sidelines gradually subsided. The two stood side by side in the dressing room, silent for a few seconds.

"sorry."

Almost at the same moment, the two sentences collided.

Leone paused, his hand holding the water glass still slightly flushed from wiping away sweat; Li Luo scratched his head, and the next second, their eyes met, and they couldn't help but laugh. The slight restraint they felt during the shoot dissipated in their unanimous apology.

Looking at the curve of her lips when she smiled, Li Luo was indescribably beautiful and captivating. A thought suddenly popped into his mind: he, like a little bird perched on a branch, hadn't noticed the calico cat swooping down on him.
Leone involuntarily lowered his head, his eyes filled with tears.

Sometimes, a single glance can make a big difference.

Night falls.

The minivan traveled along a country road.

Nothing happened between Li Luo and Leon in the locker room; it was simply a generation gap.

Tom said in a panicked voice, "I don't know anything, Lee. That lingerie ad only selected one photo."

"It's ok."

Li Luo didn't care about these off-field matters at all.

I'm usually very reserved.

Besides, a player's derivative value is earned on the football field.

The Champions League group stage is about to begin.

Major news media outlets have begun to generate buzz.

A Feast for the Senses: Barcelona vs. Manchester United!

Enrique: Camp Nou is looking forward to Van Gaal's return visit.

Li Luo vs. Neymar: Who is the strongest attacking core of the new generation?

"Li Luo vs. Busquets: A fateful clash between midfield maestros; the Nets Weavers vs. La Masia's number 4 in the third quarter."

Kicker: In-depth analysis: Van Gaal's possession-based style vs. Enkidu's feint possession with real counter-attack.

The Sun: A Love Affair Between Two People with a 12-Year Age Gap: The Untold Story of Li Luo and Miriam Leone (Chapter 5), Leaked Explicit Photos of the Two!

Comment area.
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What?! A calf is eating grass that has been planted by its mother!
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This photo is pretty normal, isn't it? Lingerie ads are all like this, it's very innocent.
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[That despicable editor from The Sun! I only innocently filmed a lingerie ad with a beautiful Italian lady, and they're already fabricating vulgar and obscene details. I'll definitely criticize them severely!]
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[It's just for work purposes. It's normal for Xiao Li to react; it just means my Luo's sexual orientation is fine.]
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[It doesn't matter that Leone is 12 years older than Li Luo, right? The saying goes, "A woman three years older brings good fortune," and Li Luo could bring four.]
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[Can you guys have a serious discussion about the game? I think Manchester United definitely won't win; their opponent is Barcelona at Camp Nou! After the game, The Sun might just make up another story about Lopez and a Spanish woman.]
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Don't put too much pressure on Li Luo. A comeback isn't that easy. It takes time.

Cheshire.

clang~ clang~ clang~
The sound of bells dispelled the lingering mist.

Ferguson sat at the wooden table and poured himself a cup of Scottish Highland tea.

Jack hesitated. "Jazz, about Lee's ad."

He could almost see the sniper rifle about to pull the trigger.

did not expect.

The next moment, however, a kind voice was heard.

“That’s perfectly normal! It’s just a job on his day off. Li doesn’t get to know any women in the British and American entertainment industry. There’s absolutely no problem with that.”

Ferguson smiled.

Jack breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, Sir, I also think Lee has absolutely no interest in actresses from those two regions."

"Yes, with a major battle imminent, no one should let anything affect Li's mood!"

The Champions League group stage is about to begin.

The entire Manchester United team arrived in Barcelona ahead of schedule and completed their training session at Camp Nou.

Reporters spotted Van Gaal alone and rushed to hand him their microphones.

"Why do you guys keep asking how many goals MSN could score against Manchester United's defense?"

"Football matches are full of endless possibilities at every moment, so why not ask how many goals Manchester United can score against Barcelona?"

(End of this chapter)