"The game is over."

"The Gunners and the Bundesliga giants' desperate fight has come to an end."

"Arsenal advances to the final four, overcoming their nightmare and reaching the Champions League semi-finals for the first time in eight years."

"Bayern Munich has been eliminated. They are experiencing the growing pains of generational change, and the days of farewell are approaching. Lahm and Alonso will take off their jerseys and say goodbye to football. There is no banquet that doesn't end; farewell is something no one can escape. Bless them!"

"Kimmich's eyes are red, Neuer leans blankly against the goalpost, Boateng buries his head deeply in his knees. They don't need to feel ashamed for this loss. After the Bundesliga giants recover, they will still have the power to stand proudly at the top of Europe."

"The Bayern fans who came from afar did not leave. They continue to encourage the players, accompanying the team to grow together, experiencing lows and glory!"

"Li Kang once again led the team into the Champions League semi-finals. I hope the young genius midfielder can break through the shackles, no matter if the battlefield is at the Bernabéu, the Calderón, Turin...no matter who the opponent is!"

Duan Xuan misses his partner He Wei very much.

He only prepared one manuscript, thankfully Arsenal won.

His index finger curled the leg hair under his shorts.

"Congratulations to Arsenal, blessings to Bayern Munich."

Paul's Bakery.

The names of the set meals here are named after Arsenal players.

It is crowded at this time.

Fans wave their paper money, scrambling to be first: "I want a Li pie!"

The Gunners Pub.

Located at 204 Blackstock Road.

The walls are covered with classic Arsenal photos from 1930 to 2000. Fans who didn't get tickets gathered here.

Bottles slammed violently on the tables.

The air is filled with the fanatical smell of alcohol.

"Lee!!!"

"Comeonyougunners!!!"

"Why don't we drink the beer that Li endorses?"

"Forget it! The German's dark beer is too hard to drink at room temperature!"

Emirates Stadium.

Maguire pinched his face, then put his arm around Koscielny's shoulder and shouted excitedly:

"We've advanced to the Champions League semi-finals! Champions League semi-finals!"

"Oh my god."

"I'm only 24 years old this year! Last season I was struggling in the Championship promotion playoffs!"

"What? You've been Arsenal's main center-back for so many years...and never played in the Champions League semi-finals?"

Wenger gently brushed the grass clippings from Li Kang's hair. The old man has a lot to say...but can't say it.

Welbeck shouted and carried Arsenal's number 10 on his shoulders.

The staff members gathered around and carried the Gunners hero towards the stands!

The fans suddenly boiled.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Morata straightened his hair, ready to be interviewed by the media.

But he found that the reporters were like a school of fish rushing through the security guards' cordon.

Flashes of magnesium lights flickered wildly.

Arsenal's number 10, held high in the crowd in the photo, is so dazzling.

The media all over Europe are expecting: the two hundred million man will lead the Gunners to create club history!

"That kid's legendary career is about to turn an important page."

Post-match press conference.

Ancelotti adjusted his emotions.

"Li broke the record for most tackles in a single game in the top five leagues. I see the shadow of an old friend in him."

"Sixteen successful tackles in the second half, he is a monster, he is Arsenal's hero defending their home."

"This is not a Champions League quarter-final elimination match, it's the quality of a final! Li fits Wenger's football philosophy very well and takes it to the extreme!"

"I have nothing to say."

The quality of a Champions League final?

The reporters did not suspect that the Bayern coach was making excuses, after all, the other party had lifted the Champions League trophy three times.

A moment later.

Long guns and short cannons were aimed at the Arsenal coach.

"Mr. Wenger, which team do you most want to meet in the Champions League semi-finals? Can Arsenal create club history in European competitions? What made you decide to spend 200 million on signing Li?"

Wenger smiled gently.

"The list of the top four in the Champions League will only be born tomorrow night. Arsenal will respect any opponent."

"Every game is part of history."

"Decide to sign Li? There is no need to make a decision, because he is Li!"

Inside the locker room.

Welbeck, bare-chested, pulled Chamberlain, Gibbs and a few other little black guys to dance enthusiastically.

Maguire held his mobile phone and videoed with his mother.

Xhaka tapped on the screen of his mobile phone to report the results to his old partners in Borussia Mönchengladbach.

Cazorla carried a newly-made Gunners number 10 children's jersey, ready to take it home and give it to his genius son.

Sanchez looked serious, preparing to give an inspirational speech, but Walcott pulled off his pants from behind.

A happy atmosphere enveloped the Gunners.

Li Kang returned home, exhausted.

The injury immunity module is repairing the body's injuries, but it cannot restore physical strength to its original state.

Beckenbauer's indomitable spirit looms.

Bayern's offensive firepower was too fierce, thankfully the opponent's main players only recovered from their injuries in the second leg.

Suddenly.

A mechanical, cold, electronic synthesized sound rang in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations on advancing to the 2016/17 Champions League semi-finals!]

[Achievement Receipt: Come on, great Gunners commander, see who else can stop your Champions League journey...if the opponent is the Galácticos or the Old Lady, then forget what I said.]

[Congratulations on receiving the achievement reward: Item Treasure Chest (Dark Gold)!]

Legendary item treasure chest?

Could it be a bond item again?

Li Kang quickly glanced at the prize pool.

[Crouch's Green Hat.]

[Xavi's Mushroom.]

[Pirlo's Red Wine.]

[Walcott's Children's Book.]

[De Bruyne's Cake.]

[Müller's Poker.]

[Çalhanoğlu's Carpet.]

[...]

Li Kang looked at these messy item phantoms with a bad feeling.

[Dark Gold Item Treasure Chest is opening]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Unused Titanium Alloy Underpants!]

[Titanium Alloy Underpants: When you step onto the green field, it can protect the weakest part of your body and immunize that part against the physical load caused by all technical movements.]

Immune to the physical load caused by technical movements in that area?

Could it be...

When blasting a powerful shot, you don't have to worry about tearing your balls?

Not to mention Batistuta, who was plagued by injuries after retiring, an English Premier League player tore his balls after blasting a stunning long shot!

The titanium alloy underpants in Li Kang's hand disappeared in an instant.

Fortunately, there was the prefix "unused."

He wouldn't want to wear it if someone else had worn it.

A moment later.

He hugged the football and couldn't wait to come to the sand football field in the backyard.

Bang!

A roar, and it disappeared into the night in an instant.

Li Kang staggered two steps, touched his sore and numb thigh, but there was no discomfort in the crotch area.

No more worrying about tearing his balls with 99 points of leg power!

He didn't continue practicing. He staggered away from the sand, partly because the thigh load was not recovering so quickly, and partly because he didn't want to disturb the neighbors at night.

Morata's upper body poked out from the second floor of the red brick villa next door.

He looked at the nanny in a daze: "Was there thunder just now?"

"Was there?"

"Definitely, let me sleep for an hour first, I'm a little sleepy now."

I can't see everyone's comments in this chapter during this time. I can see them in the background, but after replying to everyone's comments, I can't see them either.

(End of this chapter)