Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 130 The Heavenly King of China!

"The goal was scored! It came from Joao Mario's precise through ball! Lu Feng grabbed the goal! 8-0!"

"Look at this corner kick, Nani kicked it off... beautiful! Lu Feng lion shakes his head! 9-0!"

"Adrien Silva suddenly took a long-range shot from the outside! The goalkeeper let go! It was too straight... Lu Feng made a supplementary shot and the goal was scored! 10-0!"

"Joao Mario suddenly picked a pass to Braga's penalty area, Slimani made a reverse pass to the goal, and Lu Feng easily pushed! 11-0!"

"Header! It's Lu Feng again! He used Braga's penalty area as his own no-fly zone! He is the only one who can take off and bomb! 12-0! This is his tenth goal of the game!"

"Lu Feng made a cross from the side! Slimani missed it, and the Braga defender barely made a clearance... The football still came to Lu Feng's feet. He broke into the penalty area and cut inside to shoot! 13-0!"

"This time Lu Feng didn't seek the cooperation of his teammates. He chose to break through the entire line of defense alone! One, two, three! Who else?! 14-0!"

……

Liu He had already undid the first button of his shirt collar. He had already drank two cups of warm water, but he still felt extremely thirsty.

In this short period of 45 minutes, he felt that he had almost worked harder than the usual three games!
Almost every three or four minutes, he would raise his voice, speed up his speech, and then let out a series of cheers and roars!

Lu Feng ejaculated a full 45 times in 10 minutes, and Liu He cummed a full 10 times!
And when the referee finally blew three whistles in the 90th minute, Liu He couldn't even make a decent sound!
The guest Huang Yuan looked at his partner and squeezed out a sentence with his last strength:

"The game is over!"
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Sporting Lisbon 16:0 Braga.

Such a record was left on the electronic screen above the stadium.

LU (5, 16, 31, 38, 42, 48, 51, 55, 60, 67, 72, 81, 84, 88)

SLIMANI (25)

MARIO (76)

Joao Mario looked at his own name that was almost squeezed out of the screen, couldn't help curling his lips, put his arm around the shoulder of the "culprit" and complained:
"Feng, you're such a fucking lunatic!"
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"We all noticed that during the intermission, the head coach of Braga had a brief exchange with you. What did you say?"

Before the mixed interview after the game, team reporter Yang Zhiyuan stopped Lu Feng.

Lu Feng answered him in Chinese:
"He said sorry to me, but I rejected his apology."

Yang Zhiyuan was taken aback:
"why?"

The corners of Lu Feng's mouth curled up:
"The mistakes they made, how can they be forgiven in exchange for one sentence!"

Yang Zhiyuan looked at Lu Feng who obviously hadn't recovered from the game, and suddenly felt a little strange.

This... is the real devil in Lu Feng's heart, right?
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"Heroes of the sea, noble people,

The kingdom of valor and eternity,

make today manifest again

Glory to Portugal! "

Accompanied by the Portuguese national anthem, the players and coaches of Sporting Lisbon stepped onto the podium one by one.

As the narrator introduced, the president of the Portuguese Football Association awarded medals to everyone, and the trophy was handed to the team captain Patricio by the president himself.

"Bang, bang!"

The bright fireworks exploded in the air, and Patricio raised the trophy high amidst the cheers of more than 2 local fans!
At this moment, Lu Feng heard a crisp voice in his mind:

"Ding Dong, congratulations on achieving an achievement and winning the first championship trophy as the absolute main force! Reward 20 experience points!"

Looking at the 20 experience points, he curled his lips in disdain.

5 points for appearances, 5 points for victories, 14 points for 70 goals, 1 points for 2 assist... This has already bought him 82 points of experience, plus the already destined Portuguese Cup scorer and MVP rewards, just 20 A little experience is really not that important to him!
Of course, no matter how disdainful he was, when Patricio handed him the trophy, the corners of Lu Feng's mouth still grinned involuntarily!

Yang Zhiyuan took the photographer Li Ming to choose the location, and a series of close-ups of "Asia's No. [-] Superstar Wins the Gold Cup" were released like running water!
Liu He, who had finally regained some strength, uttered again just right:
"We noticed that after the team captain Patricio finished celebrating, the first person he handed over the trophy was not the team's vice-captain, but the team's number one hero who won the championship, the king of China, Lu Feng! "

According to the narrator, the "Chinese teenager" four months ago has finally evolved into the "Chinese king"! -
"14 goals in a single game is astonishing! Lu Feng surpassed the Australian player Thompson to become the player with the most goals in a single game in an official football match!"

——Archie Thompson, in the 2001 World Cup qualifiers, scored 13 goals against American Samoa.

"Portuguese Cup champion, Golden Boot, best player, Lu Feng broke N records in one battle!"

"Insane! Many players in Braga actually made such a move!"

"The price of offending the king of China! Braga loses even more!"

"Breaking a leg doesn't make an apology? It's not that easy to forgive!"

"The king of China responded domineeringly: Do not accept hypocritical apologies! Win respect with goals!"

"Braga Club fired the owner coach! The club absolutely did not instruct any player to violate sportsmanship!"

"The Portuguese Football Association has officially launched an investigation into Braga! Any unsportsmanlike behavior will never be tolerated!"

"China RM Insurance joins hands with China King Lu Feng, wishing all Chinese people healthy and happy forever!"

……

When the sky in East Eighth District was completely clear, Lu Feng's name was pushed to hundreds of millions of mobile apps and computer software along with various news headlines.

Those who were slightly interested clicked on the news, and then cursed in unison:
"TMD! There are 20 minutes for a goal highlight? I don't want money for traffic?!"

They had just finished cursing when a dialog box popped up on the phone screen:

"Insufficient traffic? The video freezes? The picture is not clear? Come and order the China Mobile football special package! Let's follow Lu Feng and enjoy football together!"
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"These two contracts are not small, are they?"

Agent Mendes, who hadn't shown up for some time, finally showed up.

He took the initiative to invite his clients to have lunch to celebrate Lu Feng's winning a championship trophy.

One is the largest insurance company in the country, and the other is a giant in the communication industry. The contracts they offer are not small amounts: Since 2015, Lu Feng's annual income has increased by at least 1000 million!EUR!

Lu Feng suddenly remembered that just ten months ago, his mother, Lin Lan, acted as an agent, and after arduous negotiations, finally finalized a sponsorship contract for her son - the famous sports brand Nike provided him with One copy is 200 million RMB per year—equivalent to 25 euros.

In just one year, his market value has soared by more than 20 times!
Mendes said while cutting the steak:
"Don't worry, I will notify Nike and ask them to re-study the new contract. With your current enthusiasm, 25 euros a year... It's just a beggar!"

Lu Feng nodded, this is a normal way of negotiating, there is no need for him to feel guilty about Nike.

While enjoying the delicious food, the two chatted about their future development. Although Lu Feng had always been introverted and seldom made friends with outsiders, he also felt the joy of spring breeze when he met the veteran Mendez who was well versed in conversation skills.

"Om..."

The phone by the table vibrated, and an email popped out.

Lu Feng glanced at it, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

He took the phone and said to Mendez:

"The notice from the Chinese youth team, they told me that I should rush to New Zealand in a week to participate in the World Youth Championships starting on May 5..."

Not to mention a few days in advance, even if Sporting Lisbon is going to participate in the Portuguese League Cup final after the opening of the World Youth Championship, their opponent is the rival Benfica in the same city. How could the club let him leave the team?

Mendes didn't speak immediately, but chewed the food in his mouth gracefully. After swallowing it all, he took a sip of the red wine and nodded unhurriedly:
"You have to tell me first, which tournament do you want to play in? The Portuguese League Cup? Or the World Youth Championship?

The Portuguese League Cup is just a tasteless event that happens every year, but the World Youth Championship is only held every four years, and... if you miss this year, wait until four years later, you will lose it at the age of 23 Opportunity to compete. "

Lu Feng lowered his head and shook the red wine in his hand:

"It's your job, Jorge."

Mendes laughed dumbfounded:
"Yes, this is my job. Don't worry, Feng. You don't need to come forward for this matter. Sporting Lisbon and I will solve everything for you! This is not an official match day stipulated by FIFA. The club has no obligation to release You go home."

Of course he was right.

In addition, the reason why the National Youth Team didn't call Lu Feng directly was because they were worried that they would be rejected directly, which would make it too embarrassing for both parties.

Today's Lu Feng is in a complete mess. Even Barcelona's MSN group, which has made a big splash in La Liga and Europe, doesn't attract as much attention in China as he does.

The officials of the Chinese Football Association and the National Youth Team don't want to face him directly at this time!

"but……"

Lu Feng took a shallow sip of the red liquid in the cup:

"You can ask the club to convey that after the game here is over, I can go to Southeast Asia to participate in the follow-up games of the World Youth Championship as soon as possible, provided that...they have not been eliminated by that time!"

(End of this chapter)