Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

The pictures of people eating Chinese food were posted wildly on Weibo and Twitter, which could be considered a way to promote Chinese New Year culture. Of course, it didn't have much effect, but sometimes culture is created by countless people doing this kind of "very insignificant" promotion.

After finishing his meal, Zhang Kuang went to the home of the French Middle Eastern squad. He couldn't stop harvesting health points.

After the harvest, everyone was very satisfied. Suddenly, Matilda brought up an idea that made Zhang Kuang's heart tremble.

"Zhang, I have a few classmates who want to go on dates with you. They're from a small group of students who studied in France from Eastern Europe, and they're all very young. How about giving it a try?"

Arrogant: "Tsk, how young are they? Can they withstand all that?"

Matilda: "Hehe, I'll show you their photos later, I guarantee you'll drool. I didn't prepare any photos of them today."

Zhang Kuang patted her bouncy, large breasts: "Okay, I'll talk about it after I see the photos. Also, if you're going to play around, play it quietly. Don't leak it to the media and make it seem like the whole world knows. If that's the case, then don't play with me."

"Ha, you think they're all like those four women you played with last time? You're incredibly stupid," Aisa laughed.

Lena shook her head: "You can't say they're stupid. I heard The Sun paid them a hefty sum, tens of thousands, almost a hundred thousand euros. That's a lot of money for these local Frenchmen, so they couldn't resist the temptation of money."

"Huh? Is that so?" Zhang Kuang was clearly unaware of this.

"Yeah, I saw it on gossip. A lot of women want to date you and make that money. Tens of thousands of euros. Think about it, locals only make two or three thousand euros a month. They would have to earn that much in three years," Aisa said.

"Ah! Zhang, in the future, don't go after poor women. Poor women are more likely to betray you," Matilda quickly reminded him.

Zhang Kuang: "..."

Damn, he's picky about women he plays with, doesn't he just go for the poor ones? This...

Is being poor a mistake?

Does being poor mean being deprived of sexual rights?

There are hundreds of millions of poor men in China, what about them?

Seeing Zhang Kuang's inexplicable expression, Matilda quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, we'll find you some rich and beautiful women in the future. It won't cause any trouble. Just have fun with those kinds of women. Don't get involved with poor women; they have no morals."

Zhang Kuang abruptly turned his head: "???"

Damn, poor women have no bottom line? Do you rich women have a bottom line? If you had a bottom line, would you be engaging in this kind of group sex?

Damn, the world's moral compass is so fractured!

Forget it, forget it. He's just a football player. As long as he can score goals and have women, that's all that matters. Who cares about anything else?

Zhang Kuang: "Alright, you guys will have to put in more effort from now on, and I'll reward you handsomely."

"Ha, no need for any great reward. As long as you continue to contact us in the future, that's enough. I don't want to lose this feeling of floating on clouds, of being in ecstasy."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

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January 20st, Ligue 2 Round 25.

Auxerre will play away against Lille.

Lille is a traditional powerhouse in Ligue 1, currently ranked fifth, just one step away from the European qualification zone. Their home stadium, the Stade de la Méridien Lille, has a capacity of 50,000 and is one of the most intimidating home grounds in Ligue 1.

When Zhang Kuang and his teammates walked onto the field, they could feel a different atmosphere.

It wasn't the fans' enthusiasm, it was hostility.

Lille fans held up signs, chanted slogans, gave the middle finger to the arrogant crowd, and hurled all sorts of racist slurs at them.

Zhang Kuang turned to the fourth official of the French Football Federation and asked, "Isn't the French Football Federation going to do anything about this racist verbal abuse that's been going on all night?"

The fourth official, his face grim, surveyed the field: "Don't worry, I'll include it in my report and submit it to the Football Association."

However, just as Zhang Kuang was walking towards the sidelines, something flew down from the stands—

"Be careful!"

Grihidin shouted, and Zhang Kuang also sensed something was wrong. Fortunately, he was a cultivator, albeit a low-level one, and his reaction was still faster than that of an ordinary person. He quickly dodged something.

A brick fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Zhang Kuang was stunned.

He looked up and saw a burly man in a Lille jersey waving his fist at him from the stands, swearing in French.

"Fuck! Get down here, or I'll beat you to death!"

His arrogant temper flared up instantly.

He took two steps toward the fan, pointed his finger at him, and yelled back in French, "You've got the guts to come down here! Let's fight one-on-one!"

The fan was enraged.

He climbed over the railing, jumped off the stands, and charged towards Zhang Kuang.

The security personnel tried to stop him, but they couldn't.

The burly man rushed up to Zhang Kuang and threw a punch—

Zhang Kuang dodged to the side and punched the burly man in the stomach.

"Well--"

The burly man clutched his stomach and bent over.

Zhang Kuang grabbed his collar, lifted him up—yes, lifted him up like a chick—and threw him away.

The burly man fell to the ground, rolled twice, and lay there motionless.

The onlookers fell silent for a second.

Then, five or six more people jumped down from the stands; they were all friends of that burly man.

"Kill this Chinese man!" someone shouted.

Zhang Kuang did not back down.

He rushed forward and punched the first man in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. He kicked the second man in the knee, who screamed and knelt on the ground. An elbow strike landed on the third man's chest, who clutched his chest, staggered back several steps, and collapsed to the ground.

In less than three seconds, all six people were lying on the ground.

Zhang Kuang stood in the middle of them, watching the team members who had just rushed up, and waved to stop them. He was fine fighting alone, but it would probably be bad if they all got involved.

This was broadcast live! What did the viewers in front of their TVs see?

Zhang Kuang single-handedly took on six men, knocking them all down in three seconds.

Chinese Kung Fu!

Yes, everyone thought of Chinese Kung Fu!

"Oh shit, Lille fans are too extreme. Just now, an extremist fan threw a brick at Zhang, a Chinese player, and then racistally insulted him."

Zhang, the Chinese fan, angrily retorted and challenged the fan to a one-on-one fight. The fan jumped off the stands, was punched to the ground by Zhang, and then thrown away with one hand.

Then six fans jumped down and attacked Zhang, only to be taken down by him in three seconds. Good heavens, Lille's fans are too extreme! The FA must punish them…”

Bart exclaimed excitedly from the commentary booth.

Dugarry: "Yes, that's very uncivilized behavior. If Zhang hadn't known Chinese Kung Fu, he probably would have been beaten up by these extreme Lille fans..."

The Lille fans in the stands went wild. Security personnel, players, coaches, and staff all rushed over, arresting people and protecting Zhang Kuang.

"Holy shit..." Grihidin opened his mouth, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Pedretti walked over and patted Zhang Kuang on the shoulder: "Are you... alright?"

"It's nothing!" Zhang Kuang shook his head.

Lille's extreme fans were also stunned. Their original plan was to provoke or injure Zhang Kuang so that he couldn't play. At worst, they would have the fans who committed the assault imprisoned, but they could win the game.

The result... one person, in three seconds, took down six people. This is reality, not a movie.