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A while ago, Lance still enjoyed collecting newspapers and secretly observing fans' elaborate praises of himself on Twitter and forums.
Now, Lance was numb to it all.
He didn't need to actively search for news, nor did he need to bump into fans on the street.
Crazy female fans from all over Europe had almost completely surrounded the club's entrance in the small town of Leverkusen.
It was as wild as the fanbases of those boy bands.
"Lance, do you want me to handle this? It's starting to interfere with normal training."
Sami Hyypiä was quite helpless.
Lance's female fans were blocking the entrance and simply wouldn't leave.
There were about a hundred people gathered at the base entrance, most of them young women who looked like college or high school students.
They held up various support signs and stood on tiptoes, eagerly peering through the training ground fence to observe the field inside.
Whenever Lance appeared, it would trigger cheers and screams.
"Coach, I'll go."
"Alright, let me know if you need any help."
Sami Hyypiä was a little worried that Lance would be swallowed whole by this group of "female demons."
"Ah ah ah ah ah—"
When Lance appeared at the edge of the training ground, he immediately heard piercing screams.
A group of people rushed over like zombies, surrounding him completely.
"Lance!! Can I get an autograph?"
"Lance! I'm your fan!!"
"Can we take a photo?"
"Lance! I love you!"
To chase their idol, they had even learned Chinese.
"Everyone! Everyone!"
Only when Lance spoke did they quiet down.
"It's training time now, and the team needs an undisturbed training environment, so I hope everyone can cooperate."
"If you want an autograph, wait until 6 PM after training, and I'll sign autographs and take photos at the base entrance."
"No problem, Lance! I'll wait for you!"
"Go train quickly! You can do it!"
"You can do it!"
Fortunately, these female fans, despite their enthusiasm, maintained their rationality.
After being persuaded by Lance, they no longer blocked the base entrance and dispersed.
As for after training, Lance estimated he would be busy for a long time.
"Turns out being famous is also a kind of trouble."
However, having so many fans recognize him showed that his performance was quite good.
Lance was even more motivated to perform better on the field.
...
After a day of training, Lance did some extra practice on his own.
He focused on key areas like passing and shooting.
Julian Brandt, who liked to be lazy, was caught by Lance and made to do extra practice with him.
Despite his constant complaints, he was quite serious about his training.
"Lance, seeing how hard I'm working, could you keep an eye out for me later?"
"Keep an eye out for what?"
"If any of your female fans are good-looking and have nice figures, introduce me..."
"Go fuck yourself! If you want to eat fried noodles, go eat your own fried noodles!"
Lance glared at him with disdain.
He was actually thinking about his fans; Lance couldn't tolerate that at all!
Julian Brandt wasn't angry about being rebuffed; he just grinned with his thick skin and retorted:
"You're so young, and you can only look at so many female fans. What a waste!"
"Get lost!"
"Alright."
Who's small?
Lance was truly fed up with this scoundrel!
If this guy were to see his spirit artifact, he would definitely be deeply shocked!
As teammates, Lance couldn't let Julian Brandt feel inferior.
After the extra training, Lance, considering the fans waiting, did not undergo massage therapy.
He simply relieved muscle fatigue in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber, took a shower, changed into casual clothes, and then walked out of the base.
Sure enough, at the back entrance of the base, fans had already spontaneously lined up, waiting.
"Lance, these are all your fans..."
Uncle Heinrich, the security guard, was helpless; it was his first time seeing so many people flocking to chase a star.
"Thank you, you've worked hard."
"It's nothing, haha, Lance, you're a big star now."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Lance came before the fans.
Amidst their excited gazes, Lance signed autographs and took photos with them one by one.
Uncle Heinrich kindly brought a table, making it just like a book signing event.
The signing session lasted for nearly an hour, and as the sun began to set, the line finally reached its end.
"Lance, I-I'm your fan, can I get an autograph?"
"Of course, what's your name? What do you want me to sign... Wait a minute?"
The voice sounded incredibly familiar!
Lance looked up.
Well, well!
A short-haired girl, like a doll, stood gracefully before him, shyly handing over a Bayer Leverkusen match program.
"This is..."
Lance couldn't help but widen his eyes.
This was the match program from his first substitute appearance in the DFB-Pokal!
It even had his photo and the club's promotional slogan:
"16-year-old youth makes his debut, a brace helps secure victory in the first DFB-Pokal match!"
It had been so long, yet the girl still kept this very memorable match program!
It showed that she wasn't just following a trend but had noticed him from the very beginning of his debut, silently following him all this time.
Lance suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
He suddenly remembered that after the Champions League victory against Real Sociedad a few days ago, he had received a ton of congratulatory messages on his phone.
Among them was Chloe, the young girl.
It was just that at the time, he was talking about the national team with Jorge Mendes, and the girl, as always, enthusiastically sent several messages, which he forgot to reply to!
Lance felt ashamed, turning his head to look behind her; there were only two fans left.
"Chloe, why don't you wait on the side, and I'll sign for the last two people first?"
"Oh, okay..."
The girl's eyes dimmed, but she obediently stood aside.
Lance quickly called over the last two fans for autographs and photos, one of whom was a female college student from Berlin who had specifically traveled to Leverkusen.
Her figure was quite exaggerated; Lance felt a bit dizzy just looking at her.
During the photo, the female student enthusiastically wrapped her arm around Lance's, her chest constantly pressing against him, making Lance feel a bit uncomfortable.
After finally finishing the photo, the last fans left satisfied, leaving only a resentful-eyed Chloe, with a slightly wronged look and a downturned mouth.
"Chloe."
"Is it finally my turn?"
"I wanted to say, how about we have dinner together tonight? I'm really sorry I was a bit busy after the game a few days ago and forgot to reply to your message."
Her originally somewhat dim blue eyes instantly lit up.
"Really?"
"Of course! Actually, you don't have to be like this; you're not just an ordinary fan."
"Then, then what am I?"
"You're already a friend, silly."
"Hehe..." Chloe's lips curved into a beautiful arc.
Under the setting sun, the sight before Lance captivated him.
"Since you're already here, let's take a photo together."
Lance took out his phone and came next to Chloe, ready to take a selfie.
The two of them initially stood a bit stiffly, and the frame couldn't fit both of them.
Just as Lance was about to move his phone further away, he found that the girl had already intimately leaned close to him, standing on tiptoes, her exquisite profile almost touching his face.
Click!
This moment was frozen in the camera.
Chloe in the photo smiled radiantly.