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

When Qin Feng watched Nekounam's lonely figure disappear into the players' tunnel, the cold Asian Cup championship trophy finally felt a touch of real warmth in his palm.

champion.

They are the Asian champions.

……

A long flight of more than ten hours.

As the deafening roar of the plane gradually subsided, and the view outside the window changed from a sea of ​​azure clouds to a familiar, hazy sky, the captain's slightly trembling voice rang out over the intercom:

"Dear passengers, esteemed...heroes, we have arrived at Beijing Capital International Airport. Welcome home!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted in the cabin.

"Finally back..." Wu Lei leaned against the window, looking at the increasingly clear running track below, his palms sweating with nervousness. "Brother Feng, do you think... there will be a lot of people outside?"

"Don't worry," Qin Feng patted his shoulder and said half-jokingly, "He's mainly here to see me, so you don't need to be nervous."

Veteran captain Zheng Zhi looked at the two men, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He turned to look out the window, his eyes filled with emotion. To bring this trophy home at the twilight of his career—it was all worthwhile.

Inside the VIP passage, flashes of light were going off like crazy, so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

"Welcome back! You are heroes of the nation and its people!"

A senior official from the General Administration, with gray hair, gripped Qin Feng's hand tightly and shook it vigorously.

"Hello, leader."

Qin Feng felt his face was almost frozen from smiling, but inwardly he was thinking, "This is even more exaggerated than winning the Champions League..."

As he held the championship trophy and followed the team to the exit of the tunnel.

He was stunned.

He was completely stunned.

Before me stretched an endless expanse...

A sea of ​​red!

Thousands of fans packed the entire international arrivals hall of the airport!

Banners, flags, and countless faces flushed red with excitement! Some even had national flag paint on their faces and were holding up signs with their cartoon-style portraits!

When they saw the gleaming golden trophy in Qin Feng's hand!

The crowd completely exploded!

"Champion!!! Champion!!! Champion!!!"

The sound merged into a huge wave of sound, crashing into Qin Feng's heart!

He stopped and raised the championship trophy in his arms high above his head!

"Awooo—!!!"

The roar of the crowd almost lifted the roof off the airport!

Amidst the frenzied crowd, Qin Feng's gaze was drawn to a figure in a corner.

It was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, wearing a red number 7 jersey that was clearly too big. He was being carried on his father's shoulders, clutching a soccer ball covered in signatures, leaving only a small blank space in his arms. His father anxiously stood on tiptoe, trying to lift him higher. The little boy, on the other hand, was trying his best, waving the pen in his hand and shouting "Brother Qin Feng," but his voice was instantly drowned out by the deafening shouts.

His face was filled with longing and anxiety.

Qin Feng saw him, smiled at him, pointed ahead, and indicated that he should follow the group first.

The little boy's eyes dimmed instantly.

……

With the arduous escort of hundreds of security personnel, the team finally boarded the bus back to the city.

Police cars led the way.

The bus slowly drove out of the airport expressway.

Qin Feng sat by the window, looking out, and froze again.

Along the road that stretches for tens of kilometers from the airport to the city center.

It was packed with people.

They were citizens who came spontaneously to welcome them.

A food delivery driver stopped his electric scooter, took off his helmet, and waved vigorously at the bus; in a restaurant along the street, the chef and waiters ran out and excitedly pointed through the glass window; even on an overpass, an elderly man in a wheelchair, with the help of his family, raised a small national flag.

They waved small five-star red flags in their hands, forming an endless, flowing red river in the cold winter wind.

"Qin Feng! Look this way!"

"Zheng Zhi! Well done!"

The train carriage was deathly silent. The national team players, who were usually so cheerful and jovial, were now all silent, quietly watching the "ten-mile-long street" that had come for them outside the window.

Just then, the convoy slowed down due to temporary traffic control at the intersection ahead.

Qin Feng's gaze inadvertently swept over the crowd on the roadside.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply!

He saw that little boy again!

His father was panting as he ran alongside the convoy, while the little boy was still being carried on his father's shoulders, clutching the soccer ball in his arms! His little face was red from the cold, but his eyes remained fixed on the bus!

They actually chased after us all the way from the airport!

Qin Feng's heart felt as if it had been violently struck by something.

"Doing this isn't in accordance with the rules..." A moment of hesitation flashed through his mind. "Not only will it cause trouble for the staff, but what if something goes wrong..."

But then he remembered the child's dimmed eyes.

Screw the rules.

He suddenly stood up and walked to the bus driver's side.

"Master, please open the door."

The driver was stunned: "Young man, this...this won't do, it's against the regulations on the road..."

"Just for a moment." Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority. "If anything happens, I'll take responsibility."

Just as the football association official standing nearby was about to stop him, veteran captain Zheng Zhi slowly shook his head at him.

The driver looked into Qin Feng's incredibly sincere eyes, then glanced at the frenzied crowd outside the window, and gritted his teeth.

"Just ten seconds!"

laugh--

The air valve clicked, and the bus door slowly opened a crack.

Qin Feng turned sideways and squeezed through the narrow gap!

The moment he jumped out of the car, the entire street fell silent.

All the slogans stopped abruptly, all the cell phone cameras were pointed at him, and even the sirens of the police cars seemed to have become quieter.

Under the flashing lights of police cars and the focus of countless cameras, Qin Feng weaved through the traffic and walked straight to the equally stunned father and child.

In the car, Wu Lei covered his mouth. Zheng Zhi frowned at first, then revealed a relieved smile.

Qin Feng squatted down and gave the stunned little boy a bright smile.

"Didn't you need an autograph?"

He pointed to the soccer ball in the little boy's arms.

"Ah...ah!"

The little boy then realized what was happening and hurriedly handed over the soccer ball and pen.

Qin Feng took the football and, in the only blank space, carefully wrote his name, stroke by stroke.

—Qin Feng.

Then he handed the soccer ball back and reached out to gently ruffle the little boy's hair.

"Play good football."

After saying that, he stood up, and before anyone could react, he turned around and ran quickly back to the bus.

The car door slowly closed behind him.

Even after the bus started moving again, the father and son remained standing there, stunned.

suddenly!

Someone, I don't know who, was the first to start clapping!

Immediately afterwards, applause, like a wildfire, ignited the entire long street!

The applause was more enthusiastic and louder than any cheer before!

Inside the train carriage, Wu Lei looked at Qin Feng with eyes full of admiration. Meanwhile, veteran captain Zheng Zhi smiled with satisfaction.

Qin Feng returned to his seat and looked out the window at the faces that had become excited again and the red flags that kept sweeping backward.

He let out a long sigh of relief and sank into the soft seat.

Then, he lowered his head and smiled.

That evening, I returned to my hotel room.

Qin Feng threw himself heavily onto the soft bed, too lazy to even take a shower.

Every cell in his body was screaming with exhaustion. Ever since that incredible shot in the final, his mind had been in a state of high excitement, and only now, when everything around him had quieted down, had that overwhelming feeling of fatigue finally overwhelmed him completely.

He closed his eyes, but his mind was still filled with the sea of ​​red at the airport and the excited faces on the long street.

Just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Host detected to have completed the epic milestone achievement: "The Lone Warrior at the Summit of Asia"!]

[In the knockout stage, he single-handedly scored decisive goals in three consecutive matches, turning the tide of the game and ultimately lifting the championship trophy!]

[Rewards being processed...]

[Template integration has been greatly improved!]

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes!

He immediately closed his eyes and focused his mind; in his field of vision, the familiar fluorescent screen flickered and appeared.

[Host: Qin Feng]

[Template: Kaka "White Knight" Template (62%)]

[Skill List]

[Long-distance raid (B-)]

[Explosive Power (B)]

[Sprint Shot (C+)]

【…】

At the very bottom of the screen, a line of brand-new, subtly glowing text caught his full attention.

[New skill unlocked: God's-eye view]

God's...vision?

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat when he saw those four words.

This doesn't sound like... a simple skill.

He forced himself to sit up, exhausted, wanting to examine the matter more closely, but the deep-seated weariness washed over him again like a tidal wave.

"Let's talk about it when we get back to Germany..."

He muttered something to himself, then collapsed onto his pillow and instantly drifted into a deep sleep.

(Thanks to Kunlun Broad Bean and Suiwo Renxiaoyao for their generous support, and thanks to Flounder for the like, you're so capable!)