Juan Stadium was a scene of bustling noise.

Fans drank chilled sherry and danced the flamenco.

On the green field.

The players from both sides shook hands with the referees in turn, and then began chatting with each other.

Marcelo, Ramos, and Carvajal complained about their hardships.

Neymar, Iniesta, and Busquets embraced each other.

Alba and Alves, bare-chested, exchanged their national team jerseys.

Casemiro, who had been substituted, sat blankly on the bench, looking dejected.

Pique waved enthusiastically to the female fans.

In this international A-level match, as many as ten players from Real Madrid and Barcelona were on the field for the two teams combined.

Li Kang handed his jersey to Cazorla.

Because the Arsenal maestro said his son was a fan of his.

De Gea, wrapped in a coat and holding a warm water bag, leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Li, Manchester United is really good. I've heard Van Gaal praise you more than once. This summer window, the club is very likely to successfully sign Pogba from Juventus. When that happens..."

He finally caught an opportunity to communicate with Li Kang.

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by David Silva.

"Li, creating history with your own hands is more interesting than reviving a wealthy club."

"The Etihad only needs the last piece of the puzzle."

The difference in persuasion was immediately apparent.

De Gea was stunned, and couldn't help but sigh: "The difference in coaches! Old Van is really uncultured. The lines he teaches are too bad. Look at Pellegrini from Manchester City, he has prepared so many chicken-soup speeches."

...

The night view of Seville is beautiful.

It is known as the city that "never sleeps."

Hundreds of years ago, it was the European trading port to the new American continent.

One of the places where the Black Death originated.

The darker the night, the more enthusiastic the residents become.

An hour later.

The Spanish national team returned to the hotel in the southern part of the old city amidst the hustle and bustle.

It was quiet enough here not to affect the players' normal rest.

Standing in front of the French windows of the guest room, you could have a panoramic view of the Golden Tower and the Plaza de España.

A player rarely goes out to experience the local customs while playing for the national team.

But De Gea was an exception.

After putting down his luggage, he and Miñano, arm in arm, sneaked out of the back door of the hotel.

"Can we order takeout? It's safer?"

"What's the point of takeout? The Rose Street in Santa Cruz never delivers takeout."

"Then we have to be careful. If we get photographed by the paparazzi, you'll be removed from the European Cup roster!"

"Don't worry, without those two idiots, Isco and Muniain, everything will be very safe."

...

Guest room corridor.

"Li, how about this girl? Is she pretty... Our rooms are next to each other, don't lock the door later, I'll come find you to play games."

Morata held his phone, his face full of infatuated smiles.

The Juventus forward, with his handsome appearance, was pursued by many Italian actresses, but his private life was very clean. He never messed around and only liked pure online dating.

Li Kang glanced at it, nodded seriously, and walked into his room.

A system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding! Congratulations on completing the task: The Legend of Iberia is Born!]

[Task Receipt: Football is a sport of eleven people. When you have teammates with a compatible style, everything becomes very simple.]

[Task Reward: Unlock the Iberian Peninsula Achievement!]

[Thanks to Rienk the Fourth for granting us the right to roast suckling pig!]

Countless playful prayers flooded into Li Kang's mind.

The achievement wall on the system panel suddenly glowed red.

Next to the "North Rhine Hero" badge, a map-shaped mark protruded.

[Iberian Peninsula Hero: When you step onto the fields of La Liga and the Primeira Liga, your stamina recovery rate increases by 20%; when you represent the national team, all your teammates' stamina recovery rate increases by 1%.]

A special effect for La Liga?

For now, it seems to be only useful in the Champions League.

As for the national team's 1% recovery rate...

Can it alleviate the stamina consumed when blinking?

The system prompt did not stop.

[Congratulations on receiving an additional reward: Matador's Blade!]

[Matador's Blade: A bond item that can be used on national teammates. After a successful binding, the teammate's shot accuracy increases by 1%; you will receive an additional bonus in the strongest attribute of that teammate's career peak.]

The light faded.

A rapier appeared out of nowhere in Li Kang's hand.

He pondered for a moment, thinking about who to use it on.

Iniesta!

His dribbling during his peak...

"Li, have you played *Tomb Raider: Rise of the Tomb Raider*? This Lara Croft really fits my aesthetic... Hey? Why are you carrying this thing to the game?"

"It's very dangerous, don't hurt yourself. It looks like a fake!"

Morata rushed into the room with his game console, reaching out to touch the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, his whole body trembled violently.

[Ding! A bond has been established with Morata!]

[You have gained an additional attribute boost: Heading +5.]

[Morata has gained an ability boost: Shot Accuracy increased by 1%.]

Li Kang was stunned.

Morata shook his head, as if he had lost his memory just now, and said wearily, "I'm suddenly so sleepy..."

......

Late at night.

News about the international A-level matches was on the homepages of major sports media apps.

《Avenged! The Matadors Beat the Samba Legion 3:0!》

《The Revival of the Mediterranean Fortress? Conte Leads Italy to Victory Over the Reigning World Cup Champions!》

《The European Red Devils Battle the Gallic Roosters, a Draw!》

《The Checkered Army Encounters the Eastern European Iron Cavalry, a Goal Fest!》

《The Three Lions Narrowly Lose to the Red Dragon!》

-【What a bunch of chaotic titles, I thought I was reading a Western fantasy novel.】

-【When did the popularity of international A-level matches become so high? No one ever paid attention to them before! I only remember that the Chinese national team is the king of friendlies.】

-【The European Cup is coming soon, and the Copa América Centenario is coming soon. There are no weak teams this year.】

-【This year's European Cup has expanded to 24 teams, even Iceland has made it in!】

-【Are you kidding me? Iceland has fewer people than our county town? Where did they find so many professional players?】

-【It's true, the Icelandic team is very strong, the coach is a dentist, the midfielder is a real estate boss, the goalkeeper is a director...】

-【Don't just stare at the European Cup, this year's Copa América Centenario is also very grand, I hope Messi can achieve his wish.】

-【I hope Ronaldo can win the European Cup!】

....

The next morning.

Li Kang followed the national team back to Madrid.

Las Rozas training base.

Del Bosque handed him a file bag.

"This is the coaching staff's advisory report on Bayer Leverkusen. You can take a look when you have time."

"Wish you a pleasant Champions League journey."

"Remember to protect yourself and don't get hurt easily."

Without any preaching.

The kind and amiable Spanish coach patted Li Kang on the shoulder, stuck out his big belly, and turned away.

His teammates bid farewell one after another.

The changes in the roster were significant.

The next time they fought side by side for the national team, some people might have to wait until the end of the Champions League.

Miñano stood in the corner, smiling foolishly:

If Fabregas and Diego Costa return, what kind of chemical reaction will they have with Li Kang?

And Atlético Madrid's Saúl, Bayern's Thiago...

What a happy problem.