Carter was a bit surprised, but still kept smiling: “It’s as if you already expected this. You know, I got this news through my family’s internal channels—ordinary people won’t know about it until at least tomorrow morning.” After voicing his question, he didn’t stop, immediately throwing out the next one: “When Denmark was eliminated, I thought your prophet-like judgment had finally failed, but I never expected something like this to happen!”

Upon hearing this, Leon Thompson just shrugged and said with a smile, “With the situation in Yugoslavia, it was bound to go wrong sooner or later—I just didn’t expect it to happen so coincidentally! And I also didn’t expect Denmark to be knocked out in the qualifiers.” Of course, Leon Thompson was lying. As a transmigrator—especially one who loved football—how could he possibly forget the Danish fairytale of ’92? That’s why he had advised his friend early on to bet his spare money on Denmark, to make a big profit.

However, even after more than two years of friendship, and despite him occasionally showing off his “insight” into football—actually relying on memories from his previous life—successfully pretending to be a genius with extraordinary football acumen, as the second son of the Carter family, it was impossible for him to agree with everything his good friend said. He had his own ideas and his own understanding of football. So, when Leon Thompson strongly urged him to bet on Denmark, he didn’t fully comply.

But to comfort his friend, and also because Leon Thompson’s predictions about football matches had been very accurate over the past two years, he still put some money on Denmark. It seemed that Leon Thompson’s constant act as a genius had indeed influenced Carter.

“Even so, I still don’t think Denmark will win the championship!”

“The match hasn’t been played yet—who knows what the result will be?”

“If you get it right again this time, maybe I should consider buying a club and letting you run it. I think it would be a huge success!” Carter straightened his clothes and faced his friend with a serious expression.

Leon Thompson, however, didn’t take it seriously and instead laughed: “Just because I’m good at predicting matches doesn’t mean I’d be good at running a club, right? Maybe I’d run the team you worked so hard to buy straight into bankruptcy.”

Hearing this, Carter mimicked Leon Thompson’s earlier gesture and shrugged: “Who knows? But your eye for teams, coaches, and especially players is uncannily accurate. You have all the key qualities needed to run a club—I believe you’d succeed.”

“Ha! Maybe!” On the surface, Leon Thompson didn’t care, but inside he was thinking, “Maybe I really could keep going down the path of professional football!”

“Then it’s settled! If you get it right again this time, I’ll definitely buy a club, and the two of us will build a dynasty together!”

Leon Thompson was just pondering his possible future path when he heard Carter’s words and just rolled his eyes: “You? Maybe your father! A 12-year-old club president?”

“Of course not now—I don’t have that much money yet!” As Carter finished speaking, he glanced at his left wrist to check the time, then said, “I have to get back to class. If I skip again, I’ll never get enough credits!” Then he waved at Leon Thompson: “See you on the field after school.”

After saying goodbye to Carter, Leon Thompson had no intention of going back to class. “What’s the next class? Oh! Damn world history! I hate world history!” he cursed inwardly as he lay down. “I also hate math, and Italian.” Biting on a blade of grass, he muttered, “And I hate endless Italian food—if it’s not noodles, it’s those giant flatbreads!” …

Leon Thompson, undergraduate in grass… no, wait! A transmigrator, born again on February 7, 1980.

Actually, he only learned the exact date later from his parents in this life, because after he was born, he just felt dazed and muddle-headed, spending his days either asleep or in a half-dreaming state, until the day he opened his eyes again. At that time, he saw a brown-haired, blue-eyed Western woman holding him, trying to shove some white, flowery thing into his mouth. He was so startled that he opened his mouth wide, and then nearly choked to death.

In his previous life, as a nationalist internet troll, Leon Thompson had often mocked those “bananas”—yellow on the outside, white on the inside, worshipping the West—online, thinking they were a disgrace to their ancestors. He never expected to be chosen by the god of transmigration, and to be given a completely Western body. Was it because he’d cursed too much? At least, in this book, that question will never be answered…

The comforting thing is, in this life, Leon Thompson has a Western mom, but still has a genuine, pure-blooded Chinese dad. His father, David Thompson, was originally from Liaoning Province, China, but after graduating from university, he went to Hong Kong to work for a foreign company. Back then, college graduates were highly sought after. Because of his outstanding work, he was later transferred to the headquarters—which is where the family now lives: Florence, the capital of Tuscany, Italy.

It was here that Father Li met Mother Li. Of course, that’s obvious—otherwise, where would this kid have come from? The process could easily be imagined as a 200,000-word romance novel, or a 20-episode cross-cultural love drama. But in this book, we won’t go into detail…