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Premier League Report: "Leo Lin Posts to Thank Spanish Fans for Their Support; Spanish Fans Praise Leo Lin's Performance!"
European Football News: "Leo Lin Posts Late at Night, Says He's Looking Forward to the World Cup; Spanish Fans Share His Excitent!"
Marca Headline: "Search Volu for Leo Lin's Single-Match Performance Hits Highest Level in Years—He's in the Spotlight!"
Football Alliance: "The Football Alliance is planning a brand-new software design inspired by Leo Lin. Download and try it now!"
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Early the next morning, Leo Lin once again swept the trending charts of major football dia outlets across social platforms—just as any outstanding young star inevitably does.
In just twelve hours, Leo Lin's online traffic had skyrocketed to its peak.
Barnett knew what that ant. Traffic ant endorsents. And right on cue, an invitation arrived.
A ski resort in Spain formally invited Leo Lin to serve as the promotional ambassador for their Ski Festival, a hugely popular recreational event in the country.
The Madrid Ski Festival is organized by one of the most popular ski resorts in Spain, alongside Barcelona Ski Resort.
Madrid Ski Resort hosts four special events each year to boost public enthusiasm for skiing, with the exact dates adjusted depending on various circumstances.
When the Madrid Ski Festival officially extended its invitation to Leo Lin, the offer they put forward imdiately caught Barnett's eye.
The mont he received it, Barnett rushed straight to Leo Lin's house to discuss the potential partnership.
Leo Lin was still lying in bed when the front door was suddenly pounded violently.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
"Bang!!!"
"Leo!!!"
"Stop sleeping!!!"
"It's almost eleven!!!"
Leo Lin picked up his phone. It was 9:29 a.m.
But Barnett was knocking so loudly that Firmino—who had stayed over the night before playing video gas—stumbled onto the balcony with hair sticking up in every direction and shouted miserably,
"Lin!!!"
"Just open the door already!!!"
"Did this guy eat explosives for breakfast? Why's he so loud?!"
"I was finally trying to catch up on sleep! Do you know how rare that is?!"
Left with no choice, Leo Lin got up, went downstairs, and opened the courtyard gate.
Barnett charged in with a docunt in hand, sprinted into the kitchen, gulped down half a glass of milk, stuffed two sandwiches into his mouth, and only then let out a satisfied breath.
"Barnett, you're worse than my mom," Leo Lin said unhurriedly as he followed him in.
"At 9:29, my mom would at most claim it's already ten."
Barnett only smiled. He spread the docunt open and handed it to Leo Lin.
"The Madrid Ski Festival wants you to be their promotional ambassador for the next two years. The offer's solid—£1.8 million per year plus £200,000 in promotional fees. £2 million a year total."
Barnett shot him a knowing wink.
"But that's not even the most important part. The key is this—Maria, Guardiola's daughter, loves skiing. She attends every single Ski Festival."
"You know. The Manchester City head coach's daughter."
"Once you beco the festival ambassador, you'll run into Maria at the events and beco good friends."
"To defeat the enemy, take out the leader first. If you beco friends with Maria, the next ti you play Manchester City, Guardiola might just give you a bit of leeway!"
Leo Lin laughed and shook his head.
That was exactly why he appreciated Barnett.
On the surface, he seed steady and composed. In reality, he was a handso old man constantly coming up with strange little sches.
£4 million over two years—there was no way Leo Lin would turn that down.
The contract was signed quickly, and both sides reached an agreent.
The official account of the Madrid Ski Festival imdiately announced the partnership across all platforms. Countless fans and fashion week followers rushed in to like and comnt.
But what truly sent football fans and skiing enthusiasts into full-on gossip mode was Maria reposting the announcent herself, adding a smiling emoji.
Caption: "Really looking forward to seeing Lin at the Ski Festival!"
At this point, Maria was simply at the stage of frequently watching Leo Lin's matches and thinking he could beco a good friend. Their interactions were entirely clean—no ambiguity, no ulterior motives—just the normal dynamic of two young people getting to know each other.
Even so, whenever Guardiola saw Leo Lin, it felt as though he were staring at his greatest rival. In Guardiola's eyes, Leo Lin's black hair sohow kept turning blond.
Leo Lin imdiately went to like the post. But when he opened the comnts, he found that the most-liked comnt at the very top was from Pep Guardiola himself.
Three crying-face emojis, followed by the ssage:
"My daughter promised she'd never forget her dad, no matter what!!!"
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