Leon Thompson just smiled at the waiter’s reaction. He was already used to situations like this—after all, his parents in this life had given him good looks. Unfortunately, during his years in Cologne, although he was quite popular with ‘female’ students, he had overloaded himself with too many courses and was always busy studying, so he was still single to this day.

“This is such a waste of resources!” At this thought, he even glanced rather indecently at his own lower body, where a sleeping dragon lay coiled—at least, that’s what he called it.

“But now, I’m finally free! I should take this time in Germany to travel around and relax.” As someone who had been pitifully deprived of free time due to an excessive course load, he suddenly felt the world was wonderful now that he was finally rid of all those classes.

And his current target—the nervous ‘female’ waitress in front of him—wasn’t bad at all. Though her looks were average, she had a great figure, and unlike the two in the bar, she wasn’t so aggressive. That look in their eyes reminded Leon Thompson of a hungry wolf...

As for the story between Leon Thompson and the ‘female’ waitress, unfortunately, it didn’t develop into a new chapter. Perhaps he’d been immersed in endless knowledge for too long, but Leon Thompson simply couldn’t find any topic that would catch a ‘girl’s’ attention. So, his fantasy of a reasonable resource allocation plan never came to fruition, and he continued his single and virgin life.

While Leon Thompson was wandering around Germany, lamenting his inability to shed his single status, he once again received a call from his good friend Carter.

“Damn it! Where the hell did you go instead of staying in Cologne?” When Leon Thompson told him he was in a city called ‘Bochum’, a huge roar came from the other end of the line.

Leon Thompson wanted to tell him that he wasn’t far from Cologne—by car, it was less than an hour away. But the next words from the phone told him he could save his breath. “Wait there, don’t go anywhere! I’m coming over right now!” Then came a string of beeps.

Looking helplessly at the still-beeping phone, Leon Thompson had no choice but to give up his original plan—to head to Dortmund. As a football ‘fan’, he really wanted to see Dortmund’s West*** stadium in person, even though the Bundesliga season was over and it was currently the off-season.

As he was at a loss for how to kill the next hour or so, loud shouts from not far away caught his attention.

It had to be said, even after more than twenty years since his rebirth, some habits from his previous life still influenced him and had been preserved intact.

For example, a not-so-good Chinese habit—loving to watch the excitement. And not just alone, but in groups. Netizens jokingly call this behavior “spectating.”

This behavior is considered bad because it can sometimes bring harm to innocent bystanders—before his rebirth, Leon Thompson had heard of a poor guy who was accidentally shot and killed by a warning shot from the police while watching the excitement. That poor man was watching from his own window upstairs and was hit by a stray bullet fired into the air.

But even after hearing about this, it didn’t lessen Leon Thompson’s curiosity about the unknown. He even doubted the story a bit—just how unlucky would someone have to be for that to happen?

Walking about fifty meters to the side, Leon Thompson found himself in front of a standard football field, though there wasn’t a single blade of grass on it. But the length, width, and the nets hanging behind the goals all clearly told anyone who came here that this was a standard amateur football field—specifically for football lovers.

At that moment, a very ‘intense’ football match was underway on the field, with quite a few people standing or sitting on the sidelines, apparently all local residents. There were even a few middle-aged men holding beers, watching with great interest—cheering loudly at exciting moments, and good-naturedly booing and jeering at funny ones. It was as if they weren’t watching an amateur match, but a real Bundesliga game.

After witnessing the German passion for football and beer, Leon Thompson turned his attention back to the field. The fun outside the field was limited—just a glance was enough to get the gist.

The players on the field wore all sorts of mismatched jerseys, but it was easy to tell the teams apart: one team in light-colored shirts, the other in dark.

After watching for a while and finding it quite enjoyable, Leon Thompson thought that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well wait here for Carter to arrive. So he found a seat nearby. There were special seats for resting at the edge of the field—tiered benches that also made it easy to watch the game.

He had barely sat down when a middle-aged man next to him enthusiastically struck up a conversation: “Here for sightseeing? Do you like football?”

“Yes! I got tired from walking, so I’m taking a break here. Plus, there’s a free match to watch.”

The middle-aged man seemed very pleased. “Ha! Young man, you’ll come to love it here.” With that, he pulled out a bottle of beer from beside him. “Let me buy you a beer! And by the way, your German is really ‘great’!”