Chapter 2

X-ray vision is a great thing, and there are no real restrictions on its use, except that using it too much can cause dizziness and, in some cases, a bit of bleeding. Especially on the streets, it can be quite lively and colorful. However, good things usually come with risks. At the beginning, Lin Sen wasn't very good at controlling his eyes, and he almost bled uncontrollably. Of course, these were minor issues. The most troublesome part was the frequent "accidents," which made Lin Sen want to take his eyes out and wash them. Fortunately, after some time, he became more adept at controlling his eyes, using them freely and effortlessly.

However, anything has a period of novelty, and once that novelty wears off, anything can become boring. X-ray vision, this grand gimmick, is no exception. To put it bluntly, women are like novels. The ending is certainly attractive, but for a great novel, few people would want to know the ending right away. The principle is the same. Of course, for Lin Sen, who still found it novel, he wouldn't look at what he shouldn't, but for what he should, why be polite? Just like now.

Women and football, or rather, beauties and beasts, seem unrelated, but they often end up together. This is usually under the guise of football, with the real motive being something else. Women who truly have a connection with football are as rare as Chinese players in European football, but rare doesn't mean non-existent. Lin Sen was fortunate enough to meet one.

Dina Diaz is a fitness coach, and the chief fitness coach at that. At thirty-one, she is a single woman who has even adopted a child to show her resolve. Foreign women, especially the pretty ones, often play this game, calling it a display of freedom. With her bronze skin and a body that can't help but be alluring due to her profession, and a touch of the seductive charm characteristic of Spanish women, Lin Sen would say she's not a goddess but a siren. In front of her, Lin Sen, who aims to be the ultimate bachelor, seems like a simple and innocent child.

"Lin, this is the physical recovery plan I've arranged for Kun. Check it over, and if there are no issues, submit it to Jose." Dina's attitude hasn't changed; she speaks as if Lin Sen isn't a colleague. In the past, Lin Sen might have just nodded and agreed, but a woman nearly six feet tall, even without high heels, exerts a considerable presence on any man who isn't particularly tall.

Lin Sen retracted his previously interested gaze, muttering to himself, and took the document she handed over. After flipping through a few pages, he immediately became agitated: "Isn't this the previous plan? Didn't we say he hasn't fully recovered? It looks like you even plan to have him play in the next match?"

Perhaps surprised by Lin Sen's sudden reaction, Dina raised an eyebrow and immediately looked at him with ill intent: "Kid, this plan is based on the report Jose provided. If there's a problem, it's your medical team's fault, not mine. Don't give me that look."

Lin Sen felt a surge of frustration in his chest, thinking of her self-righteous face. Dina was probably telling the truth.

Kun, also known as Sergio Aguero, is the biggest star of the current Atletico Madrid. He still carries the title of Torres' successor and will become even more famous in the future. Others might have doubts, but for Lin Sen, this is undeniable. Atletico Madrid's current situation is largely due to Aguero's injury, which kept him out for most of the season. Jose, the chief team doctor of Atletico Madrid, initially diagnosed Aguero with a five-week recovery, then two months, and then... it just kept going. Aguero, angry, went back to Argentina to see the national team's doctor. He only returned to the team last week. Lin Sen had scanned his injury with his eyes and found it mostly healed, but not ready for a formal match. So, Dr. Jose reappeared.

"No!" Lin Sen shook his head decisively. It wasn't that he was unreasonable, but Aguero's injury was too sensitive. For any football player, the knee is almost synonymous with their career. "The 'Alien' Ronaldo suffered greatly from this injury. Aguero's injury, which isn't in my memory, makes me have to be cautious."

"You don't get to decide." Dina took the document from Lin Sen's hand, waving it at him, "Jose is in charge. You're just a team doctor, a mere errand boy. You don't have the seniority."

"That's not acceptable either!" Lin Sen pouted, but his attitude was unexpectedly firm. "Aguero playing in a formal match right now is a high-risk gamble, no better than walking a tightrope."

"This time, it's not up to you." Dina smiled lightly, pointing upwards, "This is a decision from the top."

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To hell with the decision from the top.

When Aguero, full of confidence, stood by the sideline ready to enter the game, Lin Sen cursed in his heart and glanced at the anxious Aguirre in front of him.

The old man's aura had been changing more frequently lately, which is not a good sign for a coach, especially when the yellow aura, a sign of bad luck, appears more often. In the last match, the yellow aura was at its peak, and Lin Sen almost thought he couldn't handle it. Aguero's return must have given him confidence.

But, would Aguero really give him confidence?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Atletico Madrid was sick, very sick, with a fever that had lasted for several matches. If the team didn't recover soon, not only would the fans rebel, but the sponsors would too. So, the top management thought of a good medicine. In the five matches Aguero played this season, Atletico Madrid remained undefeated, winning three and drawing two. To them, Aguero was the best medicine. Even if they couldn't win, Aguero's return would be the best medicine for the fans. Jose's report provided the conditions for the top management to use this medicine.

Thus, with a loud thunder, Aguero made his grand entrance.

The timing was perfect, the 70th minute of the second half. The situation was also ideal, 0-1, a score that needed a hero.

The stadium erupted in applause. For a player returning from a long injury, even in an away match, fans never withhold their applause, especially for a talented player.

Before entering the field, Lin Sen, like a nagging mother, repeatedly warned Aguero not to overexert himself. At the time, Aguero didn't seem to take it seriously. Sigh, life and death are in the hands of fate. He was just a team doctor, not the chief, and his influence was limited. The report to the top management might already be shredded.

But watching Aguero accelerate, dribble, change direction, and evade... all the actions that made Lin Sen worry for him, he felt a stomachache: This guy clearly didn't take his warnings seriously.

Despite the stomachache, Lin Sen had to admit that if there was a savior for the current Atletico Madrid, it could only be Aguero. In Lin Sen's eyes, the top star of Atletico Madrid was even more special in his aura. Other players had their auras on their heads, and when they turned green, it was a bad omen. Aguero, however, had a halo around his entire body, making him look more sophisticated and high-class. So, Lin Sen called it the "Golden Body."

Since he got his eyes, Lin Sen had only seen this in two people during the matches he attended. Once, Atletico Madrid's opponent was Valencia, and the "Golden Body" belonged to Valencia's David duo: David Villa and David Silva. Lin Sen hadn't seen Real Madrid or Barcelona play, but he believed that when he did, it would be a spectacular sight.

Aguero didn't take Lin Sen's words seriously, even though Lin Sen's expression was serious. For him, such pre-match instructions were just a formality. Since Jose believed he was recovered, despite their past minor conflicts, he trusted the doctor's judgment. More importantly, he trusted his own feeling, and he felt great. Months away from the pitch made him eager to return, and even the opponents who usually played dirty seemed more friendly today, perhaps knowing he was just recovering.

The ball was passed to the Uruguayan star Forlan. After Aguero entered the game, Forlan, who had been playing alone up front, moved to the left, leaving the central area to Aguero. Seeing Aguero's position, Lin Sen knew it was bad.

Aguero was positioned between the two defenders. His hand raised to ask for the ball, and Lin Sen could guess his intention: to break through the two defenders. The most reasonable pass would be a through ball, otherwise, it would be meaningless. With Forlan's ability, this was almost a certainty. If the pass succeeded, it would be a perfect one-on-one opportunity. However, to break through, Aguero would need to rely on his explosive power.

And explosive power, for Aguero's knee, was like a fuse on a powder keg.

Sure enough, Forlan sent a low through ball, and Aguero instantly started. Lin Sen saw the green aura around Aguero flash and turn blue. The Ferrari that was about to start turned into a broken tricycle belching black smoke.

Sigh...

Seeing Aguero, the lone ranger, hopping in pain on the field, Lin Sen could only sigh like an ancient sage. No doubt, Aguirre's aura was now a deep yellow.

He had only been on the field for less than ten minutes!

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