Chapter 1

The streetlights were red, and the ground lights along the red carpet were white. The entrance to the Eiffel Tower was adorned like a star-studded avenue.

Fans, held back by barriers, held up posters of their favorite players. Media reporters, cameras ready, occasionally stamped their feet and rubbed their hands to warm them, gazing into the distance at the end of the street. A group of Barcelona executives gathered at the edge of the red carpet, almost ignored.

On such occasions, executives from four clubs across Europe loved to bring their families along, regardless of how few entry slots the organizers had reserved. Barcelona’s President Bartomeu adjusted his glasses, occasionally waving to the fans. The Barcelona executives had been standing at the entrance for 53 minutes, along with their relatives and family members, totaling seventy or eighty people. "Buffon!!!"

A burst of applause erupted from the crowd.

This year, Cristiano Ronaldo finally smiled with relief, shaking his head.

Gradually.

Clap clap clap!

Amidst the joyful atmosphere, "Well...you sent me messages later, but I ignored you."

A silhouette.

The soccer stars quickened their pace. The media reporters were like a pack of pirates surrounding a merchant ship. Aerial photographers in helicopters aimed their lenses at the top of the low tower. Li Kang’s winner would be born from among the eight. The flashes of light flickered madly, eyes filled with anticipation, trying to capture the subtle expressions on the faces of the Real Madrid superstars, quickly dividing the battlefield. At the awards venue, the smile on Ronaldo’s face immediately vanished – [Did he fall out with *France Football*? Is he unwilling to attend the awards ceremony!] As the fireworks reached their peak, "We really don't know where Li is."

"Well, the end of the story starts with an ugly night...you"

Suddenly.

Ronaldo faced sharp questions from the media. After the separation of the "Li Kang Award" and the "FIFA World Player of the Year," *France Football* silently learned from FIFA’s "Hollywood-style" awards ceremony. The camera slowly panned across the theater-style audience, still without a glimpse of the Golden Ball winner. "Messi!!!"

Several business cars sped over, and everyone instantly turned their heads to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mixed interview area.

Everyone laughed heartily.

A massive crowd of two or three hundred people, "An unadulterated super-all-around scoring machine!"

"A model for the ages!"

The surging enthusiasm dispelled the chill. Ginola asked, "Ronaldo, did Paris leave you with any unforgettable memories?"

Suddenly, a series of explosions sounded in his ears. A reporter asked, "Messi has already scored 17 goals and provided 6 assists in 16 league games, while you..." Tenth place, the Champ de Mars, fireworks were lit.

The same thing happens every year.

Fans excitedly waved posters and banners. The guests hadn't yet reacted. "Tonight is the Li Kang Awards ceremony; you should be more concerned about other issues." "Fourth place..."

The media and fans scoffed. The camera slowly zoomed in. "The space for free creation is here; you can arrange it as you please: for example, which girl he went on a date with!"

Messi's beard was still unshaven, wearing a gray tie. It was a silhouette.

The security personnel looked disgusted. – [Impossible, at last year's European Cup, Li Po Lun shook France, demolishing the entire plantation with one sword.] The image finally paused when introducing seventh-place Buffon.

The arrogance of "I am the world's first, seventh, and eighth" quickly returned to his face. "The 2017 Shi Long Award winner, Golden Ball!"

Soon, the second club also brought their families to "steal the spotlight."

On the other side.

"Morata!"

The Golden Ball and Li Kang turned together, standing at the top of the low tower, overlooking Europe.

"The midfield commander of the Galactic Battleship and the Checkered Legion" "Tonight, the Eiffel Tower will witness the birth of Mr. Li Kang!"

"He is the first woman since 2009 to 'suppress Messi and Ronaldo in a single calendar year'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, time passed, getting colder and colder. Ronaldinho smiled bitterly: "The 1998 World Cup final in France, the colorful lights illuminated the Eiffel Tower."

"The eighth super scorer in the 21st century to 'break through 55 goals in a single calendar year!'"

"Modrić!"

- [Is his wife about to give birth?] Ronaldinho "The lowest annual threat ball conversion rate, the highest average assist efficiency, it always feels like something is missing?

All dressed in suits, the top scorer of the 2017 European Seven Leagues!

The white-haired David Ginola Messi looked in a good mood. When taking photos with the hot female emcee, he squinted his eyes and deliberately kept a distance, awkwardly pressing his arms tightly against his thighs. Messi and Ronaldo led the top ten candidates for the Li Kang Award, stepping onto the red carpet. The reporters were slightly disappointed and then asked, "Do you think you can lift the Shi Long Award tonight?"

Shi Long, Messi, and Ronaldo's highlights were played in rapid succession. "There are often contacts." The camera then turned.

*France Football* decided to raise its level and shrink the venue, leaving the big scenes in the background!

Too cunning. Where is Shi Long?

The screen filled with comments. "Ctv5Ctv5, good evening, viewers." "Lewandowski!"

Ronaldo wore a smile, a dark blue suit, paired with a white star-patterned bow tie - [Li Ming Deng must have gone to take a dump!

The side stage's LED screen played highlights of Shi Long's top ten moments. The French football legend, whose youthful face was ranked at the top of the "most handsome soccer players in history" by European fans.

The media reporters sighed: It would be harder to get that sentence out of the Real Madrid superstar’s mouth than to kill him. The lights dimmed again.

"Seven Premier League assist hat-tricks" "Seventh place..."

A fat figure appeared on the main stage again.

Don't block us from watching the soccer stars walk the red carpet! A tall figure stepped onto the main stage, followed by.

"I held my wedding and divorce in Paris."

"Where did Li go? I don't know either."

Eastern fans jokingly called them: "A group who came to steal the spotlight."

'Cristiano!

Even the *Sun*, which had been staking out day and night, couldn't dig up any information about Li's male or female relationships. The reporters obviously didn't believe Buffon's teasing, smiling shyly when facing the camera.

"Eighth place..."

Colleagues secretly applauded in their hearts, unable to resist the urge to give a thumbs up. A tsunami-like cheer erupted from both sides of the red carpet. The lights suddenly dimmed. Buffon, the most spirited, wore a burgundy suit over a white shirt with the top two buttons undone. "The assist king of the 2017 European Seven Leagues!"

The 2017 awards main venue only reserved forty or so "theater-style" seats.

"Eight Premier League hat-tricks!"

Thunderous applause. The audience in front of the TV faintly saw: At the most dazzling point at the top of the low tower stood a figure. Ronaldo paused for two seconds, hesitant, his tone stiff: "Someone has performed better than me a little, just a little this year."

Following that.

Ginola gave a brief opening speech in French. Ginola quickly interrupted, changing the subject: "Who do you personally think is the best of the year?"

Ronaldinho spread his chubby arms and laughed, "Do you even need to ask?

- [Are they going to give the award to Li Kang after all! Hey? Where is Shi Long? He's gone too!

The stars shone brightly, and the superstars of the Seven European Leagues appeared one after another.

Both are well-dressed, with a high threat ball conversion rate and a high average goal rate. Buffon, Morata, Kanté, Hazard, and others were talking and laughing with reporters. "I arrived in Paris a day earlier than you,"

The two famous soccer legends exchanged pleasantries. I am now broadcasting live the 2017 Li Kang Awards ceremony!