He lowered his head after shaking hands and greeting Yesenin, noticing the suitcase placed next to Yesenin's feet…

He looked up at the translator in front of him, puzzled.

Yesenin maintained his kind smile and calmly explained, "From today onward, I will be living with you, Hero."

Chen Yingxiong’s jaw nearly dropped.

He touched his face.

Then a smile appeared on his face as well. "Oh, ha-ha, ha-ha, great…"

While still smiling, he suddenly took a step back and swung his hand to close the door!

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man was far more agile than he had anticipated. Almost as Chen Yingxiong retreated, he followed. Chen Yingxiong tried to close the door, but the man blocked it with his body.

Chen Yingxiong looked frustrated that he couldn't close the door. Yesenin, on the other hand, wore that amiable smile throughout the entire process, as if it were etched on his face and would never change…

Chen Yingxiong stood at the bedroom door, watching the translator meticulously make the bed, then take out toiletries and clothes from the suitcase one by one, arranging them on the made bed.

"Hey, why does a translator have to live with a player? I've never heard of such a thing!" he complained reluctantly.

The translator continued without pausing, turning his head, his face still wearing that kind smile, which now seemed rigid and stiff to Chen Yingxiong. "Because I have nowhere to live. The club promised to solve my accommodation problem."

His tone was so matter-of-fact that Chen Yingxiong felt annoyed.

"There are many empty dorm rooms here…" Chen Yingxiong waved his hand, pointing outside the door.

"I thought it would be more convenient to live together as a translator and your language teacher, wouldn't it?" Yesenin answered directly, without turning around this time.

"Hey!" Chen Yingxiong rolled his eyes, utterly helpless against such a brazen person.

"I know what you're worried about, Hero. Don't worry, this dorm has two bedrooms and a living room. We'll be in our own rooms, and I definitely won't disturb your privacy. Whatever you want to do in your room, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it…"

Yesenin’s serious tone made Chen Yingxiong feel exasperated. "I'm not planning on doing anything in my room!" It sounded like he was already doing something dirty in this room. If he could… he would have already done it!

Out here in the boondocks, he couldn't even find a Russian babe to bring back. He also lacked the transportation to go to the city. He was illiterate and couldn't speak the language. If he went into the city, he would probably get lost. Did he have to dance with the bears outside? He didn't have such heavy tastes.

"No, I just… just… don't you think it's weird for two grown men to live together?"

When Chen Yingxiong imagined this lewd middle-aged man wearing an apron in the kitchen early in the morning, making him a heart-shaped fried egg, with two slices of bread on the plate and a greasy grilled sausage sandwiched between them, the top of the sausage cut vertically, with golden oil slowly oozing out… seeing him and raising the spatula with that signature rigid smile, saying, "You're up, Hero?"

Goosebumps ran from his tailbone all the way up his spine to the back of his neck, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Hearing Chen Yingxiong say this, Yesenin stopped what he was doing, straightened up, tilted his head slightly, propped his chin with one hand, and crossed the other hand in front of his chest, lifting up that hand. "Is that so? So you like women…" he mused.

"Your sister! You're the one who likes men! Your whole family likes men!!" Chen Yingxiong was about to collapse. Was Zenit playing him? Just because he had abused their entire youth team's defense, they had found such a lunatic to torment him…

After he finished roaring, he was surprised to find that Yesenin, who had been facing away from him, had turned around. As he turned, his entire image underwent a tremendous change—his figure became thinner and slimmer, his barrel-shaped body, which had been a straight line from shoulders to buttocks, gradually developed curves. The parts that should be protruding were rising, and the parts that should be concave were sinking. The whole person looked like they were enacting the drift and collision of Earth's continental plates. During this process, mountains formed, basins formed, plains formed, and ocean trenches and valleys formed… Hair began to grow on his balding head, initially black, then gradually turning yellow as it grew longer, eventually becoming a somewhat dazzling gold…

When Yesenin had completely turned around, what appeared before Chen Yingxiong was no longer a balding, lewd middle-aged man, but a tall, slender, blonde, blue-eyed beauty with full red lips, delicate features, fair skin, and big breasts and round buttocks! She was also wearing a tight-fitting business suit—the obviously undersized white shirt couldn't contain her huge breasts at all. Two mounds of white, dazzling flesh struggled to break free, and the button at the chest was teetering, seemingly about to fall from the summit into the abyss at any moment. The black pencil skirt tightly wrapped her curvy buttocks, and the slit in the skirt was just right in both location and length; any more would be too erotic, any less would be uninteresting. A pair of slender, taut, long legs were wrapped in black stockings, adding a hazy, mysterious charm and making them even more sexy and seductive… In addition, the round glasses had also changed shape, becoming black-rimmed square glasses, perched on her high nose bridge, accentuating her delicate features. Paired with the business attire, she possessed an intellectual beauty amidst the seduction and sexiness, making one's heart race.

The only thing that made him feel out of place was that this beautiful woman still wore Yesenin's signature rigid smile, making her look like a high-end inflatable doll, lacking any human warmth…

"Do you like this image?" Yesenin's voice rang out, but it was no longer the gentle, soft male voice from before, but a charming female voice…

Chen Yingxiong sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Am I dreaming?" Chen Yingxiong was pinching his thigh hard. It was all taut muscle there, and he couldn't pinch anything up.

His translator and Russian teacher had just told him everything, including a question he had always been wondering about but hadn't bothered to delve into—why had he suddenly gained such a freakish heading ability that he had never possessed before?

"Obviously, no." Yesenin—now called Yesenina—shook her head. As she shook her head, her smooth, waterfall-like golden hair swayed with the movement, like the effects in those shampoo commercials. The light reflected off her hair into Chen Yingxiong's eyes, and he couldn't help but squint, even reaching out to shield his eyes from the glare.

In the absence of those professional lights and camera lenses, yet still being able to achieve such effects that should only appear in commercials, showed that this hair was truly perfect…

But Chen Yingxiong just felt disgusted.

"I say… can you change your look? This look is freaking me out."

Yesenina looked surprised. "Don't you like this image either? You have such high demands…"

Chen Yingxiong said irritably, "If you had used this image when you first met me, I would have been very happy! But after seeing your lewd, middle-aged man image, seeing you like this now, it makes me think of him! A grown man turning into a woman in front of me, I have a bad heart, so don't stimulate me anymore! Besides, I'm not Thai, I don't have those kinds of hobbies!"

Yesenina spread her hands and asked, "What kind of image do you like?"

Chen Yingxiong waved his hand. "You should change back to your previous image first… I'm used to it, and it's more convenient. I have no psychological burden talking about this kind of thing with a lewd man, but I feel a lot of pressure talking to a blonde beauty so seriously…"

As Chen Yingxiong wished, Yesenina transformed back into Yesenin.

Although he had seen the process of this "person" transforming once before, Chen Yingxiong still found it shocking—how could a living person change shape, gender, appearance, and physical characteristics right before his eyes?

Seeing him transform back into that rigid-faced, lewd, balding middle-aged man, Chen Yingxiong breathed a sigh of relief—this image still looked better, not as terrifying as Yesenina.

Yesenina was too perfect, so perfect that she didn't seem like a natural being, but more like something artificially created. Her perfection made Chen Yingxiong's spine tingle and made him feel terrified—too perfect meant unreal, and unreal easily made people feel scared and create distance.

"So… my sudden surge in heading ability is all thanks to you? That aurora that appeared mysteriously in the sky over Moscow that day was you?" Chen Yingxiong and his father knew about the aurora incident. They had heard Panychenko, the driver, tell them about it on the road from Moscow to St. Petersburg. The whole of Moscow was discussing the suddenly appearing and disappearing aurora.

At that time, Chen Yingxiong never expected that the embodiment of the aurora would be sitting right in front of him, in the image of a middle-aged lewd man.

Yesenin nodded.

"After scanning your body, I performed a binding. I also made a little modification to your body…" He raised his right hand, pinching his index finger and thumb together, leaving only a very tiny gap.

Chen Yingxiong thought that with just this little modification, he had made the entire Zenit St. Petersburg youth team look embarrassed. He felt that it was probably not just "a little modification."

"Haha!" he laughed. "So you're a god?"

Yesenin smiled. "I am Maksim Yesenin, your Russian translator and language teacher."

Chen Yingxiong rolled his eyes. "Tch!"

Yesenin was a little surprised at Chen Yingxiong's attitude. "Aren't you frustrated?"

Chen Yingxiong asked strangely, "Why should I be frustrated?"

"Uh…" Yesenin didn't know what to say. He thought for a moment and said, "You originally thought this was your talent, but now it has become a suddenly acquired ability… Don't you feel lost and frustrated?"

Chen Yingxiong stared at Yesenin, as if looking at a mental patient.

His gaze made Yesenin feel uneasy. "Did I say something wrong?"

"You're really not human…" Chen Yingxiong withdrew his gaze and shook his head. "Would anyone feel lost and frustrated after winning five million? They'd be too busy being happy, okay?"

"Talent? I do have talent. Otherwise, tell me, if I didn't have talent, why would you pick me out of all the people playing football in the world? People who win five million only boast about their good eye, but I haven't heard of anyone being dejected because they had dogshit luck."

Yesenin was completely dumbfounded. He never expected this eighteen-year-old boy in front of him to say such things…

He shook his head, then smiled, and the rigid smile on his face seemed to become much more lively. "Yes. If you hadn't persevered until you were exhausted during your half-month trip to Europe, but had given up after being turned away a few times at the beginning, I wouldn't have noticed you. If you hadn't persisted and exploded during the confrontation with the Moscow Central Army youth team, I wouldn't have made the decision to help you. You are optimistic and strong, and everything you have now is what you deserve, Hero."

Chen Yingxiong shamelessly poked himself with his thumb. "That's right! Who do you think I am? I am Hero! Blaming heaven and earth, sighing and complaining, that's not my style!"