The path to becoming a football legend began with being ousted from Carrington by Manchester United.

After leaving Carrington, Lin Yi and Emma did not return directly to their apartment. Instead, following Chinese tradition, they bought some odds and ends and went to visit David Silva, who was injured and at home.

Silva looked to be in good spirits. Despite a torn lateral collateral ligament in his left ankle, he was wearing an inflatable ankle brace and leisurely sunbathing on a deck chair.

Upon seeing Lin Yi and Emma arrive, Silva quickly called to his girlfriend beside him to help him up, then hopped on one leg to Lin Yi and hugged him tightly.

"I saw it all, those punches were really nice! Thanks, bro!" he said, then told his girlfriend, "Jessica, drive over and buy some groceries, show us your skills at lunchtime."

"No, I just came to see you. I'm relieved to see you're alright. Um... later... I might... have something else to do, um, maybe, just maybe!"

Lin Yi's hesitant speech puzzled Silva, who couldn't help but look at Emma Watson, who had taken off her sunglasses.

Emma, ​​being very understanding, immediately offered an answer: "We might need to go check on Ah Kun."

"Oh~~~!" Silva deliberately drew out the tone, a wicked smile on his face.

Lin Yi arrogantly tossed her head aside: "I was just saying it casually, I don't actually plan to go, Emma, ​​don't talk nonsense!"

"Then why did you buy two sets of gifts? There's an identical set in the car now." Emma directly exposed Lin Yi's lie.

Lin Yi was furious: "Can't I keep it for myself?! Woman! Stop talking!"

"Alright, alright!" David Silva stepped in to smooth things over. "Go on, Ah Kun is more seriously injured than me, he definitely needs more comfort."

Silva was eagerly anticipating the return of Lin Yi and Aguero's relationship to normal. Upon hearing this, he disregarded even the most basic etiquette, limping and shoving Lin Yi to hurry up and act.

"Alright! I'm doing you a favor, David. I'll go check on that short mule for you."

Watching Lin Yi and Emma Watson drive away, Silva smiled broadly, like an old father seeing his willful child finally grow up.

"Honey, come quick and look at Lin's gifts! I don't recognize any of these things!"

His girlfriend's call interrupted Silva's reverie. He walked over to her, and Lin Yi took out the gifts she had carefully prepared and placed them on the table one by one.

"I recognize this box; these are soybeans. The one next to it looks like a pig's foot, but I'm not sure. And this pile I don't recognize; it looks like some kind of bird's foot? Maybe an ostrich, a dove, or a turkey or something?"

At the very bottom of the bag, Lin Yi thoughtfully prepared two recipes: stewed pig's trotters with soybeans and braised chicken feet, with a note written in Spanish at the back.

Lin Yi's girlfriend, Jessica, didn't understand what he had written, so she asked Silva, "What does 'like cures like, speedy recovery' mean?"

Silva shrugged. "I don't know, it's probably some kind of blessing."

Aguero and Silva didn't live far apart. In fact, for convenience, out-of-towners, including Lin Yi, would choose to live near the Carrington training base. However, when Lin Yi moved out of the dormitory to find an apartment, he deliberately chose a different direction from Aguero.

This was probably the first time in his life that he had stepped into the area within 1 kilometer of Aguero's house.

"If you really don't want to go in, why don't I go in your place?" the thoughtful Emma Watson suggested. "Isn't Sergio a fan of mine? Maybe he'll be in a better mood if I show up alone."

"Since we're already here..." Lin Yi unleashed one of the three great treasures of the Chinese.

The person who opened the door for the two was Aguero's wife, Gianna Maradona, the daughter of football legend Maradona.

She had only recently moved to Manchester with her child and was unaware of the complicated relationship between her husband and Lin Yi. As a witness who saw Lin Yi knock out Joey Barton with three punches, she subconsciously assumed that the handsome young man in front of her was her husband's sworn brother.

"Lin! You've come at the right time. Sergio is in a bad mood. Go and talk to him."

Lin Yi didn't have time to explain, nor did she know how to refuse. She was unwittingly pushed into Aguero's room by the enthusiastic Gianna.

The door was quickly closed, leaving only two men staring at each other in the enclosed space.

After a long silence, Aguero, as the host, was the first to break the silence.

"You've arrived."

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm already here."

"sit."

"it is good."

"liquor?"

"Go to hell with alcohol, stop pretending to be cool, I'm here to see if you're dead or not!" Lin Yi couldn't stand Gu Long's style any longer and took the lead in resuming his usual conversational rhythm.

Aguero stubbornly turned his head away: "Sorry to disappoint you, my leg isn't broken, it's just a serious contusion."

"If you're so tough, just get out and walk! Why are you lying here pretending to be dead in those thick protective boots?"

Aguero roared, "If you hadn't been cursing me every day, would I be lying here injured? Do you think I wanted this?"

Feeling somewhat guilty, Lin subconsciously touched his nose, embarrassed to meet Aguero's gaze again, and softly said, "I was just joking."

"Are you kidding me? You can't be kidding me when you're throwing me over your shoulder every day, tossing me around like that. Every time I come home from training, I'm covered in grass clippings. Gianna even asked me why I train so hard at Manchester City. How am I supposed to explain that?"

"Alright, alright! Stop nagging. I'll treat you to a bath. Ever heard of a big sword? Let me show you."

Although Aguero didn't understand the meaning, as a man, he could still guess from Lin Yi's lewd expression which little devil this great sword was meant to slay.

He looked nervously toward the door, but heard no sound from his wife Gianna. His expression shifted from nervousness to longing, and then quickly to disappointment.

"How can I go looking like this? It shows no sincerity at all. At least let me take off the protective gear first."

Lin Yi nodded impatiently: "Okay, okay, I owe you one."

The two fell silent again, making Lin Yi feel uncomfortable. He suggested, "How about I show you around a foot massage first? Let me tell you, foot massage is a kind of philosophy!"

Aguero was very tempted. Seeing the heavy protective boots, he couldn't help but ask, "Can't I accumulate the foot massage until I recover? Can you owe me two?"

"No way!" Lin Yi refused decisively.

Why?

"Because now you only need to pay half price." Lin Yi pointed to Aguero's injured right leg.

Lin Yi and A-Kun, arm in arm, were plotting how to shake off Gianna and Emma and sneak off to Xiudao.

In the far East, a strange and mysterious organization is holding a meeting.

A man with a square face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a dark jacket over a white shirt, sat in the middle of the conference room. He took a sip of tea and said in a pretentious tone, "Comrades, we've finished discussing most of the topics. We still have some time, so I'd like to talk about some behind closed doors."

Seeing that everyone in the meeting put down their pens and pretended to listen attentively.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses nodded in satisfaction and said, "Regarding the issue of certain players playing overseas, which has been a hot topic before, I'd like to set the tone today."