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

Milan's 2-1 victory was like a heavy blow, completely shattering the so-called "group of death" curse.

Three wins out of three! Borussia Dortmund leads the group of death!

Qin Feng and Meacha achieve godlike status! Wanda leaves the arena in disarray after the match!

Italian media even used a highly ironic headline: "We thought we were going hunting, but we ended up as Qin Feng's dinner."

The rest of the story became completely predictable.

In the fourth round, they hosted Atletico Madrid. Qin Feng assisted Haaland for a last-minute equalizer, resulting in a 1-1 draw.

In the fifth round, Dortmund faced Inter Milan at home. Dortmund won 3-0, securing first place in the group.

The so-called "group of death" turned into a one-man show for Dortmund under the crushing dominance of Qin Feng and Haaland, the "beast duo".

……

12 month 11 day.

Monte Carlo, Stade Louis II.

The final round of the Champions League group stage. Monaco vs. Borussia Dortmund.

At this point, Borussia Dortmund had 13 points, already securing first place. Monaco, with only 1 point, was eliminated from the competition, finishing at the bottom.

This was supposed to be a meaningless, pointless battle.

The atmosphere in the locker room was as relaxed as if they were on vacation.

While stretching, Sancho blinked and asked Qin Feng, "Boss, after tonight's game, I heard the nightclubs in Monte Carlo are pretty good, should we...?"

"relax?"

Qin Feng was lying on the physiotherapy bed with his eyes closed, resting. Upon hearing this, he opened his eyes and glanced at Sang Qiao indifferently.

Do you know why we're aiming for first place in our group?

Sancho paused for a moment: "To avoid strong teams?"

"No."

Qin Feng sat up and stretched his stiff neck.

"It's to make those so-called strong teams tremble for two months before they meet us in the knockout stage."

He pointed to the group of young faces in the locker room—Sancho, Pulisic, Zagadou, and Ashraf.

"Jürgen didn't send you to the starting lineup today for a sightseeing trip."

"Although Monaco is out, Falcao is still here, and Henry (Monaco's manager) is still here. They want to win this game and salvage their dignity."

Qin Feng stood up and tightened his shoelaces.

"If you don't want to sit on the bench in the knockout stage, you'd better get your act together tonight."

"Give me the ball. I'll show you how to play."

……

Game start.

Just as Qin Feng had predicted, Monaco fought fiercely for their dignity.

15 minutes.

Golovin intercepted the ball in the attacking third and played a through ball to Falcao. The "Tiger" unleashed a powerful shot from the edge of the box, and the ball nestled into the top corner!

1: 0!

Monaco is in the lead!

The fans at the Stade Louis II finally erupted in cheers.

The young Dortmund players started to panic. Zagadou blamed each other, and Hakimi dared not push forward to assist anymore.

"What? You're panicking already?"

Qin Feng stood in the center circle and clapped his hands. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calming power.

"It's just one ball."

After the restart, Qin Feng did not make his usual frequent individual breakthroughs.

In this match, he activated his "health preservation mode" with a "God's-eye view".

He stood in midfield like a conductor with a baton, maneuvering Monaco's defense with precise passes and training his inexperienced teammates.

35 minutes.

Qin Feng received the ball in the center circle. Facing pressure, he flicked it with the outside of his foot!

The ball traced a strange arc and landed in the open space on the right flank!

"Run!" Qin Feng shouted.

Sancho seemed to wake up from a dream, making a high-speed run! He dribbled inside, beating two players, and crossed from the byline!

Haaland leaps high in the middle!

boom!

A header finds the net!

1: 1!

60 minutes.

Qin Feng received the ball in midfield again. This time, he faked a shot, fooling the two defensive midfielders, and then gently pushed the ball aside.

Through ball!

The ball found Pulisic who had made a run into the box!

Pulisic went one-on-one with the goalkeeper and calmly slotted the ball home!

2: 1!

They've overtaken us!!!

"So easy..." Zhan Jun exclaimed from the commentary booth, "Qin Feng barely broke a sweat today. He's playing with his brain. He's teaching these young guys how to win."

The final score was 2-1.

Borussia Dortmund have 5 wins and 1 draw in 6 matches, accumulating 16 points.

In that group known worldwide as the "super group of death," they emerged victorious with an overwhelming advantage!

……

three days later.

Nyon, UEFA headquarters.

The draw for the Champions League Round of 16.

This is a life-or-death moment.

Borussia Dortmund, as group winners, will face one of the group runners-up in the Round of 16. Potential opponents include: Tottenham Hotspur, Liverpool, Roma, Lyon, Ajax...

Watzke prayed from the sidelines, "Hopefully we'll get a good draw and avoid Premier League teams."

But Qin Feng seemed completely unconcerned, even having the leisure to discuss with Klopp what to have for dinner.

"It doesn't matter who I pick," Qin Feng shrugged. "I'll have to pick them sooner or later anyway."

Luis Garcia, the guest of the lottery, walked onto the stage.

When Dortmund's name was drawn.

Garcia reached his hand into the glass tank containing the second-place team in the group.

Stir, grab, open.

The entire audience held their breath.

Garcia glanced at the note and smiled slightly.

Then, show the note to the camera.

"Tottenham Hotspur".

boom--!

A Premier League powerhouse! Pochettino's Tottenham! Last season's Champions League runners-up!

The Young Guard, featuring Harry Kane, Ali, and Erikson!

And of course, there's that special name—

Son Heung-min.

The camera immediately focused on Qin Feng.

Everyone knows that this is the ultimate showdown between the "number one in Asia".

Although Qin Feng is already a Ballon d'Or winner, many South Korean media outlets consider Son Heung-min to be the true pride of Asia. Especially this season, Son Heung-min has been in phenomenal form in the Premier League, with some media even proclaiming that "Son Heung-min is no worse than Qin Feng."

Qin Feng looked at the words "Tottenham Hotspur" on the big screen and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Son Heung-min?"

He muttered to himself.

"I heard you're the King of Asian Pop?"

"Let's see who the real king of Asia is."

……

at the same time.

London, Tottenham Hotspur training ground.

The lottery ceremony was being broadcast live on the TV in the locker room.

Harry Kane whistled when he saw the name Dortmund.

"Sonny (Sun's nickname), it looks like we're going to Germany."

Son Heung-min was sitting in front of the cabinet tying his shoelaces. Upon hearing this, his hand paused for a moment.

He looked up at Qin Feng, who had a calm expression on his face, on the screen.

He was all too familiar with that look. It was the look of a strong person, the look of someone looking down on others.

"Are you scared?" Kane patted him on the shoulder.

"No."

Son Heung-min stood up, clenched his fists, and his eyes burned with an indomitable spirit.

He had always considered Qin Feng as his target to catch up with. But that man ran too fast, so fast that it made him somewhat desperate.

Golden Globe Award, World Cup champion, world's number one... all the glory belongs to Qin Feng. And he can only live in that man's shadow.

"This is an opportunity, Harry."

Son Heung-min's voice was low, yet exceptionally firm.

"This is my best chance to prove myself."

I want to beat him. Even if it's just once.

……

The smoke of war has been ignited at this moment.

Meanwhile, in faraway Germany.

At Borussia Dortmund's training ground.

Qin Feng was practicing free kicks. The ball traced unpredictable arcs, repeatedly finding its way into the corners of the box.

The progress bar for the [Yellow Dynasty] quest on the system panel is slowly but steadily moving forward.

[Current objective: Cross White Hart Lane.]

[Mission Reward: Unlock the new skill "Falling Leaf Slash (Advanced Version)".]

After Qin Feng finished kicking the last ball, he wiped his sweat.

He looked toward London, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Tottenham?"

"I hope your defense is a bit tougher than Atletico Madrid's."

"otherwise……"

"This game is so boring."