Football: Start with the Kaka template, dominate the football field!

With the treble-winning celebrations and summer excitement finally coming to a close, the entire Borussia Dortmund team has begun preparations for the new season.

Time, amidst the continuous autumn rain, quietly slipped into the depths of winter.

In January 2015, the Asian Cup in Australia was fast approaching.

When the final 23-man roster announced by the Chinese Football Association ended all the discussions, the entire country's football forums were in an uproar because of the name that appeared at the top of the list.

He's coming back.

……

Dortmund, in an apartment.

Qin Feng was packing his luggage for the national team. He folded the yellow and black training clothes one by one, but his gaze fell on the deepest part of the suitcase, on the red jersey with the word "SUN" printed on it that he treasured.

He took out his phone and, as usual, opened a domestic football forum.

In the pinned post, the title is bolded and highlighted in red, like a burning flame:

The King of Football Returns Home! The Strongest Player in the History of the Chinese National Football Team Has Been Connected! Asian Cup, Here We Come!

The comments below have already reached tens of thousands of posts.

"Finally, you're here! I'm so glad I didn't give up!"

"With Qin Feng here, let's see who dares to call us second-rate in Asia!"

"Stop jinxing me! I'm so scared! Please, Feng-ge, go easy on us. Just getting our group out of the knockout stage is a victory!"

Qin Feng looked at the expectant words that almost overflowed the screen and gave a wry smile. He turned off his phone, feeling as if something heavy was really pressing down on his shoulders.

Six months ago, he was recruited for the first time. At that time, he was a "newcomer" with curiosity and a "task-completion" mentality.

And now...

He knew that from the moment he set foot on that land, he would no longer be just Qin Feng; he would be a "hero" in the eyes of millions of fans.

……

National team training base, locker room.

The atmosphere is completely different from what it was six months ago.

Curiosity and scrutiny have been replaced by conviction and awe.

Qin Feng received the familiar training uniform number 37 again. He glanced at the number, didn't ask any questions, and silently put it on.

The afternoon's group competition.

When the ball was first passed to Qin Feng, he could clearly feel that his teammates' defensive actions were all carrying a subtle "protection" and they dared not make a heavy tackle.

"What the hell are you all doing?! Do you think this is a friendly dance?!"

Veteran captain Zheng Zhi's roar shattered the eerie atmosphere. "He's your teammate! Not some porcelain doll! Didn't you see how he wreaked havoc on Bayern in the Super Cup?! Play like you do in the league, go for it! Go for the tackles!"

After saying that, he was the first to rush towards Qin Feng!

Zheng Zhi's pressing was extremely aggressive. He didn't rush in, but instead used his body and accurate anticipation to block all of Qin Feng's comfortable passing lanes.

Qin Feng made several feints, but Zheng Zhi's cunning experience neutralized them all.

Just then, Qin Feng suddenly pulled the ball back, and then, with an unbelievable backheel flick, passed the ball out from behind his supporting foot!

The ball found Wu Xi perfectly in the open space!

Zheng Zhi stood there, stunned. He had guarded against all the possibilities in the textbooks, but he hadn't guarded against the imagination that existed outside of those textbooks.

After the scrimmage ended, he walked over to Qin Feng, patted him hard on the shoulder, and said with a complicated expression, "Kid, the national team's midfield is counting on you from now on."

……

In the locker room, Wu Lei sat alone in his seat, clutching his number 7 jersey tightly in his hand.

In his mind, Qin Feng's every move on the training field replayed over and over again.

He recalled the ritualistic "inheritance" agreement he had made six months ago.

But now, he hesitated.

He couldn't bear to part with it.

Number 7 is more than just a number. It's proof of all the sweat, effort, and dreams he's poured into his journey from Chongming Island to where he is today. Looking at Qin Feng's godlike figure, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside him. Perhaps, even a lifetime of hard work wouldn't bring him to his current level. Should he choose to protect his last shred of "dignity," or for the sake of the team, for the sake of victory, choose to "sacrifice" himself?

Just as he was struggling with his inner conflict, the locker room door was pushed open.

Qin Feng walked in.

"Brother Lei," he said with a smile, handing her a bottle of water, "what are you thinking about? You seem so lost in thought."

Wu Lei looked up at Qin Feng's clear eyes, opened his mouth, but in the end, he silently stuffed the number 7 jersey back into the closet.

"Nothing," he forced a smile. "I was just thinking about how to play when we get to Australia."

Qin Feng watched his actions without saying anything, simply patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

……

The last warm-up match before the Asian Cup was against Oman.

In the locker room, Perrin was announcing the starting lineup.

"...Forward, number seven, Wu Lei."

Wu Lei shuddered the moment he heard his name called. He instinctively glanced at Qin Feng beside him.

Qin Feng simply gave him an encouraging smile.

In the first half, Wu Lei, wearing the number 7 jersey, played with exceptional effort and struggle. He desperately wanted to prove himself worthy of the number, but the more he tried, the more stiff his movements became, squandering several excellent opportunities.

Halftime, in the locker room.

Wu Lei sat in the corner with his head down, his hands tucked into his hair, and his shoulders trembling slightly.

Just then, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

It's Qin Feng.

He didn't say anything, but simply took off his number 37 jersey and placed it in front of Wu Lei.

Then, he walked to Wu Lei's wardrobe and took out the No. 7 jersey that Wu Lei had hidden away.

Under the watchful eyes of his teammates, he slowly put on the red No. 7 jersey.

"From now on," he said to himself, "I'll take the blame."

He walked up to Wu Lei and squatted down.

"Brother Lei," his voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears, "I'll borrow this number for now."

"Once we get to Australia, you can win it back from me yourself. How about that?"

Wu Lei suddenly raised his head and looked at the boy in front of him with incredibly sincere and determined eyes. His eyes instantly reddened.

He nodded heavily.

In the second half, when Qin Feng stepped back onto the pitch wearing that legendary number 7 jersey, the entire stadium erupted in a deafening cheer!

He was like a tiger whose seal had been broken!

In the 50th minute, a long run and a powerful shot found the back of the net!

In the 70th minute, Yu Hanchao received an assist, sealing the victory!

In the end, the Chinese team won a resounding 4-1 victory over their opponents.

After the match, at the press conference, when asked about his jersey number, Perrin simply said something meaningful:

"In the Chinese team, the jersey number isn't awarded; it's earned through hard work. I'm happy to see this healthy competition in my team."

As the team prepared to board the charter flight to Australia, Qin Feng turned around, glanced at the familiar land behind him, and then at the bright red national flag on his chest.

His gaze became incredibly resolute.

He's here in Australia.