Free Web NovelChapter 482: Chapter 99: The Football Kings’ Wager
"See, Wang? I told you. You’ll get pissed off just talking to him."
At this, Wang Shuo remembered that Gao Huairen had mentioned Ronaldo before, so he immediately asked about it. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"The problem you’re talking about comes down to the strength in your core, your abs—right here."
Ronaldo reached out and touched his own abs, the muscle groups running from top to bottom leaving a deeper impression on Wang Shuo.
"You have to train the muscles in this area. It’ll help you adjust your body and generate power when you’re in the air."
Wang Shuo nodded as if he had learned a valuable lesson and thanked him.
Although he was blessed with the Intercontinental Level [Foundation], he still had to build his muscles himself.
"Listen, Wang, you should really cut back on tracking back so much. You’re the team’s main attacker. Your most important job is to convert your teammates’ passes into goals. You’re wasting too much energy dropping back."
As soon as Ronaldo finished speaking, Messi shook his head.
"I actually think what he’s doing is fine. Besides, the way he links up and interacts with the other Dortmund forwards is quite interesting to watch."
The two superstars immediately began debating the topic.
Their stances and viewpoints were genuinely different.
Wang Shuo gradually started to understand the difference.
Messi cared more about the art of playing, while Ronaldo cared more about scoring goals.
Their starting points were different, so many of their opinions were completely at odds.
And there was no way to say who was right and who was wrong.
"How about this, then? Let’s make a bet. We’ll see who scores more goals by the end of the season!" Ronaldo proposed.
Wang Shuo was a bit surprised when he heard this.
’To be honest, pitting Real Madrid against Barça right now is definitely a losing battle for Real Madrid.’
’Barça is such a mature, established team!’
It was as if Ronaldo was setting one difficult goal after another for himself, and he was determined to charge toward them no matter how hard they were.
"We were talking about Wang," Messi reminded him, sounding reluctant.
"Then all three of us," Ronaldo said, not giving Messi a chance to refuse.
Wang Shuo’s breathing quickened. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
’You two big shots can bet if you want, but leave me out of it!’
’You guys play for Barça and Real Madrid. I play for Dortmund. The gap is huge.’
Besides, Ronaldo was clearly trying to pick a fight with Messi; Wang Shuo was just getting dragged in.
But as Wang Shuo looked at Ronaldo, a thought flashed through his mind.
’Actually, a competitive personality like Ronaldo’s is pretty good.’
’The thrill of competition is endless!’
’Anyway, my opponents are Ronaldo and Messi. There’s no shame in losing to them!’
’The only shame is not daring to bet at all!’
"Alright, I’m in!" Wang Shuo declared immediately.
This time, both Ronaldo and Messi were stunned. They stared at Wang Shuo in astonishment.
The Bundesliga only has 34 rounds, while La Liga has 38. That’s a full four games fewer!
And with Dortmund’s current lineup, they couldn’t even match up to Bayern in the Bundesliga.
But Wang Shuo just chuckled. "I was the one who won the Golden Boot in both the Bundesliga and the UEFA Europa League last season!"
With that one sentence, he completely broke through Ronaldo’s and Messi’s composure.
’One of you got knocked out in the Champions League Round of 16 and scored 26 league goals; the other got eliminated by Inter Milan in the semi-finals and scored 34 league goals. What’s there to brag about?’
’Even Bayern, who made it to the Champions League final, got beaten so badly by our Dortmund in the league they couldn’t get back up!’
’I, Wang Shuo, am nicknamed the "Bayern Killer." Got it?’
"So... it’s a deal?" Ronaldo looked at Messi.
It was a three-person bet, and with two already in agreement, Messi didn’t show any hesitation and nodded his assent.
Wang Shuo suddenly remembered what Shen Qinghe had said about using Twitter to document his daily life.
So, he took out his phone, waved it at Ronaldo and Messi, and said, "I’ll post this on Twitter, so everyone can be a witness!"
"Fine. @ me."
With that, Wang Shuo quickly posted a tweet about the bet, tagging both Ronaldo and Messi.
As soon as he posted it, the two immediately replied under the tweet.
Ronaldo’s reply was as domineering as ever: "You’re going to lose!"
Messi just posted an emoji.
Wang Shuo was a little disappointed that he couldn’t post a photo on Twitter; otherwise, he would have posted a selfie of the three of them.
After making the bet, the three of them followed each other on Twitter and also exchanged contact information.
"So what are the stakes?" Wang Shuo thought of this question.
"Money," Ronaldo suggested.
He really seemed to like money.
But Messi shook his head. "I don’t bet money."
"How about this: whoever loses has to wear the winner’s jersey?" Pique, standing behind them, chimed in, never one to miss a chance to stir up trouble.
"No way. I have too many sponsors," Ronaldo said, shaking his head.
"The two losers have to do one thing for the winner," Wang Shuo proposed.
"That’s a great idea!" Messi nodded.
"I have no objection." Ronaldo looked cocky, as if he was sure he would win.
In reality, both of them were incredibly shrewd.
All three were now famous players in the European Football Scene. Even if they lost, the winner wouldn’t deliberately make things difficult for the losers.
The bet was more like a game to motivate each other.
Wang Shuo immediately laughed. "Did you guys forget? I’ve already scored 7 goals."
Ronaldo and Messi glanced at each other, both scoffing dismissively.
’That’s true,’ Wang Shuo thought.
The number of league rounds was a fixed factor. Unless Wang Shuo could keep scoring consistently, his current 7-goal lead didn’t mean much.
The Bundesliga only has 34 rounds!
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According to the latest coefficient rankings released by UEFA, Dortmund was placed in Pot 4.
They were the Bundesliga team with the highest coefficient in Pot 4.
But there was nothing to be done. The 24 teams in the first three pots had all accumulated more points than Dortmund over the past five seasons.
Everyone now thought that Dortmund was certain to be drawn into a "group of death."
If they even drew Tottenham Hotspur from Pot 3, it was entirely possible they’d end up in a "super group of death."
But to everyone’s utter shock, the final result of the draw was that Dortmund was grouped with Lyon, Benfica, and Spartak Moscow.
