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When Qin Feng was lowered from the air by his teammates, the moment his feet touched the grass, he still felt a little lightheaded, as if his soul was still lingering in the brilliant night sky of Westfall.

"Kid, how does it feel? Being worshipped by 80,000 people!" Royce came over with a smile, put his arm around his neck, and vigorously ruffled his hair.

"Awesome!" Qin Feng grinned, revealing a bright smile. All he wanted to do was find a place to let out a few shouts.

"Let's go! Back to the locker room! The coach's definitely got some beer ready!" Big Cross rushed up from behind, grabbing Qin Feng and Reus by the arms, and ran towards the players' tunnel. "We're drinking until we drop tonight!"

The players, in twos and threes, arms around each other, laughing and joking, walked towards the passageway leading to the hall of victory. Behind them, the South Stand was still filled with deafening cheers, and the scoreboard, frozen at "3:0," was a score that would go down in history.

……

Klopp kicked open the locker room door!

He was carrying a case of ice-cold beer, and his face wore the most manic smile of victory!

"Guys! Tonight! We're not leaving until we're drunk!"

"Awooo—!!!"

The players, who had been waiting there, overwhelmed him like a pack of hungry wolves!

The champagne cork slammed against the ceiling, and the golden liquid and cold beer foam splashed wildly in the small space!

The music was turned up to the maximum, and the heavy metal drumbeats pounded hard against everyone's heart!

"We took down the Italians! We're in the quarterfinals!" Big Cross, shirtless, jumped onto the table, poured an entire bottle of beer over his head, and roared hoarsely in Qin Feng's direction, "To our king tonight!"

Before Qin Feng could respond, Reus and Aubameyang grabbed him from behind and, without a word, pointed a bottle of champagne at his face!

The cold, sweet-smelling liquid instantly filled his mouth and nose!

"Cough cough... You're committing murder!"

Qin Feng coughed repeatedly from the choking, but on his face was the most carefree smile he had ever had since he transmigrated!

He wiped the wine off his face, snatched the bottle from Mkhitaryan's hand, and joined the fray!

Even the usually composed captain Kyle took off his serious mask at this moment. He was surrounded by several young players, and although he wasn't as crazy as Big Cross, his face was filled with a genuine smile.

He looked at the figure of number 37, who was spraying champagne at Reus, and his eyes were filled with undisguised admiration and pride.

Victory and legacy are perfectly intertwined in this moment.

……

That night, every bar in the city where Dortmund is located turned into a sea of ​​yellow and black.

Thousands of fans gathered in Borsihi Square, where they lit fireworks that illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime.

"We eliminated Juventus! We eliminated that damned Italian defense!"

"Qin! He is a god! The God of Westphalia!"

A fan, his face flushed from drinking, jumped onto the table, waving his number 37 jersey, and led everyone in singing Qin Feng's hymn over and over again!

Meanwhile, in faraway China, major social media platforms were completely paralyzed by this victory.

[4-1! Borussia Dortmund advances with their heads held high! Qin Feng scores a goal and an assist, completely overwhelming Juventus!]

The comment section under this news article received over a million comments in just one hour!

[Awesome!!! (Besides awesome, I can't think of any other word!!!)]

The first half had me on the edge of my seat, and the second half was absolutely thrilling! That long-distance run made me jump out of bed! My downstairs neighbor probably thought there was an earthquake!

[He single-handedly broke through the defense of Buffon, Chiellini, and Bonucci... Is this even real?!]

[I want to write a book about how Sheng Sheng lost. Don't stop me! I'm going to buy a Borussia Dortmund jersey right now! Number 37! It has to be number 37!]

……

The repercussions of this victory extend far beyond this.

While the Dortmund players were still hungover, the entire European football world was shaken by the result of this match.

The French newspaper L'Équipe ran a huge headline on its front page: "A storm of yellow and black tears apart Turin's wall of sighs!"

The Italian newspaper *La Gazzetta dello Sport* was filled with sorrow: "An era has ended? Italian football appears so powerless against the German machine..."

The Spanish newspaper Marca went even further, pointing the finger directly at their arch-rivals: "Barcelona and Real Madrid, take note! A new devil has descended upon Europe!"

In all the reports, without exception, one name was placed in the most prominent position.

—Qin Feng!

But what truly ignited global public opinion was a list updated overnight by major global betting companies in the early hours of the following day.

[2014-15 FIFA Ballon d'Or Winner Odds]

Lionel Messi (Barcelona): 1.8 to 1

Qin Feng (Borussia Dortmund): 1 to 3.5

Cristiano Ronaldo (Real Madrid): 4.0 to 1

……

Overnight!

Qin Feng's name soared like a rocket, jumping from the middle of the list to second place!

His odds even surpassed those of Cristiano Ronaldo, who just won the Ballon d'Or last year, and were second only to the Argentine football king who was dominating La Liga!

"This is insane! The betting companies have gone mad!"

"An 18-year-old prodigy, the second favorite for the Ballon d'Or? Are you kidding me?"

"Are you kidding me? Did you watch the game early this morning? He single-handedly tore apart Juventus' world-class defense! What else could a performance be but a Ballon d'Or winner?!"

"That's right! Asian Cup champion + MVP + Golden Boot, top scorer in the Bundesliga, key contributor to the Champions League victory over Juventus! His performance so far this season has been phenomenal!"

The topic of "Qin Feng's odds for the Ballon d'Or soar" instantly topped the trending lists on major social media platforms around the world!

From this moment on, he was no longer just a rising star with great potential.

He has officially entered the "Palace of Gods" at the very top of world football, which has been dominated by Messi and Ronaldo for several years, and has become one of the strongest contenders for the Ballon d'Or!