Chapter 281 The New Champion Of The Champions League, Su Luo Is The Only Top Male God!

"Wow! Is Su Luo really talking to Taylor Swift?"

"No, his girlfriend is that supermodel!"

"You're all wrong! Didn't you hear he broke up and is now with that new German sprinter?"

"I saw something about Ma Fanshu. It must be someone Chinese, right?"

"You're missing the point. Didn't you see the post-match photos from the finals? They were all with Su Luo. Every single one!"

"So... he gets all of them?"

Summer 2017.

Zhen Qian's class group finally came back to life after the college entrance exams, and everyone was buzzing with excitement. Zhen Qian, inspired by her cousin Su Luo, never gave up during her studies. He had always been a role model for her, pushing her to keep striving.

Despite staying up late to watch a match right before a major exam, Zhen Qian scored 436 points—50 points short of the first cutoff. She nearly faced her parents' wrath but managed to avoid a major scolding.

Zhen Qian's grades were only average, with her weakest subjects being math and physics. But with some extra effort, she managed to scrape by with decent results.

Still, she had one major advantage: her cousin, Su Luo.

Watching Su Luo's matches, she saw countless comebacks from seemingly hopeless situations. Inspired by him, she powered through endless practice questions, and her grades steadily improved.

Three days before the college entrance exam, the Champions League final took place. Zhen Qian stayed up all night with her parents to watch Su Luo's miraculous performance that led Chelsea to victory.

That final gave Zhen Qian a surge of confidence. When it came time for the exam, she was ready—her mind sharp, filled with determination.

Her final score? 583 points—nearly 100 points above the first line!

She proudly applied to the 211-ranked Jiangcheng University of Science and Technology, a double first-class university in her hometown. Although not as prestigious as schools like Wuhan University or Huazhong Normal University, for Zhen Qian, who once struggled just to pass, it was a huge accomplishment.

Now, with her exam worries behind her, Zhen Qian lay in her room with the air conditioner on, eating watermelon. The summer vacation after the college entrance exam truly was the happiest time in her life—at least for students who had passed.

Seeing the gossip in her class group chat, Zhen Qian smiled but didn't say a word.

What's the point of all your guessing? she thought. Unlike you guys, I can just ask him directly.

With a playful smirk, she slipped on her cartoon slippers and padded barefoot into the living room. A crowd of relatives had gathered around Su Luo, hanging on every word as he shared stories from his time playing football in Europe.

Today was supposed to be her school celebration, with her parents hosting the event at home. But it seemed the real star of the day was her cousin.

Zhen Qian didn't mind. In fact, she was relieved to not have to deal with all the attention.

Meanwhile, Su Luo was feeling the weight of fame.

Life hadn't been peaceful since leading Chelsea to an unprecedented quadruple championship. After winning the Champions League, Su Luo and his teammates celebrated with the trophy, returning to London in style—on the Queen's royal plane, escorted by the Royal Air Force.

Even the Queen, Elizabeth II, had become a fan, chatting with Su Luo like they were old friends.

That wasn't all.

After arriving in London, Su Luo led his teammates to a nightclub to celebrate. What was supposed to be a Chelsea event turned into a full-blown celebrity party.

Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, David Beckham, "The Rock" Dwayne Johnson, Hugh Grant, Adele, and Chelsea legends like Frank Lampard and Didier Drogba—everyone was there.

Su Luo barely had a moment to himself, constantly being pulled into conversations with different celebrities. Even big names like Beckham and Adele were humble and respectful around him.

This summer, Su Luo was the top star, and everyone knew it. After directing Chelsea's comeback in the Champions League final, he had risen to an unparalleled status in football.

By the time the party ended near dawn, Su Luo was completely exhausted. He didn't even have the energy to join Taylor Swift for a post-party yoga session. Instead, he collapsed into bed at his hotel, sleeping soundly.

The next day, Su Luo returned to his mansion, feeling refreshed. Spending time with Josephine had rejuvenated him, though she was left feeling weak and worn out.

Soon after, Su Luo headed back to Stamford Bridge for another major event. Chelsea FC was hosting their Champions Tour to celebrate their quadruple titles!

The team started from Stamford Bridge, boarding an open-top bus that paraded them around half of London before returning to the stadium. Thanks to the royal family's influence, the streets were cleared for them, with the royal guard leading the way.

Crowds lined both sides of the streets, chanting, "Lord! Lord! Lord!" as Su Luo and his teammates passed by. Su Luo waved to the fans, hoisting the trophy high.

Before the final, Su Luo's nickname, "Lord," only referred to him as the King of Stamford Bridge. Now, it had a deeper meaning.

He had become "My Lord" and even "God" to Chelsea fans.

At this moment, Su Luo was truly the god of Chelsea.

To be honest, believing in an unseen god wasn't nearly as satisfying as believing in Su Luo. At least Su Luo could actually fight for victories and win championships for the fans.

Su Luo eventually grew tired of holding the championship trophy. After raising it so many times, he nearly dropped it off the bus, almost repeating Sergio Ramos's famous blunder with the King's Cup.

But in the end, the parade went off without a hitch. Half of London had turned into a massive celebration, and Su Luo was at the center of it all.

As night fell, Chelsea held a celebration at Stamford Bridge to mark their four championship wins. Celebrities like Boss Huang, Taylor Swift, and Adele performed for the team.

One by one, the Chelsea players gave their speeches. When it was Coach Conte's turn, he took the microphone, looking excited.

"To be honest, when we lost two players, I was ready to give up," he began. "At that moment, I was already working on a speech to apologize to everyone..."

The crowd chuckled. The situation back then had seemed hopeless, and no one had expected a miracle.

"But Su did it! He led the team's counterattack, and the miracle happened," Conte continued. "I really don't know what else to say."

He paused, looking at the crowd.

"We were lucky to have such fantastic players. Thank you all for your hard work this season."

Then, with pride in his voice, he added, "Now, with four trophies, it's clear—everything we worked for has been worth it. Chelsea... we're the best damn team! We are the champions!"

The audience erupted in cheers, fired up by Conte's words.

Then it was Azpilicueta's turn to speak.

"First of all, I have to thank Su. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be hanging from the gallows," he joked. The crowd laughed, knowing Azpi's early foul had nearly cost them the match. He looked serious for a moment. "I ruined our early advantage, and for that, I apologize."

He continued, "But thankfully, Su stepped up and turned things around. I'm really lucky to play alongside such a great player."

One by one, Su Luo's teammates expressed their gratitude. It wasn't just empty words—they truly meant it. Without Su Luo, there would have been no miraculous Champions League victory.

If their collective efforts were 95%, Su Luo's was 1000%.

Finally, it was time for Su Luo, the star of the show, to give his speech.

He stepped up to the mic, calm and composed.

"Everyone knows my journey in football hasn't been easy. I wasn't exactly considered top talent," Su Luo began. "In fact, when I first started, I didn't even think I'd have a shot at a decent career."

The English fans in the audience were stunned. Su Luo was now recognized as the best player in the world. Yet, here he was, admitting that even playing in the lower leagues had once seemed like a distant dream.

"But I stepped into the professional arena to prove something to the world," he continued. "That we, as Chinese players, can achieve success in football too."

There was a pause, the audience hanging on his every word.

"I'm grateful Chelsea took a chance on me, and I've done my best to win every game for this club..." He smiled. "But that's not the point I want to make tonight."

The crowd grew quiet, eager to hear more.

"We've just won four titles. Now what?" he asked, looking around. "Are we going to sit back and relax, basking in our success? No, I don't think anyone here wants that."

Heads nodded in agreement. No one wanted to rest on their laurels. The quadruple crown was a monumental achievement, but why stop there?

Su Luo grinned, his competitive spirit shining through.

"My appetite is huge. I want more championships. I want to win every year! Who's with me?"

For a brief second, the crowd was silent. Then they exploded with excitement.

"Lord! Lord! Lord!"

"More championships! More championships!"

The entire stadium was chanting. Su Luo's fiery speech had ignited the passion in everyone. They weren't just looking at the glory of one season—they were ready to build a dynasty.

After the Champions Parade celebrations, Su Luo barely had time to catch his breath. His agent team was already swamped with work.

"Su, come on," one of his agents joked, "I've been working my butt off for a month. This has to be worth at least 50 million euros! Heck, round it up to 100 million!"

Su Luo had no choice but to dive into a whirlwind of media appearances, endorsement deals, and TV shows. He found himself chatting and laughing with football legends like Lineker, Gary Neville, and Thierry Henry, all discussing the dramatic Champions League final.

Even though the final had been analyzed to death on social media, fans couldn't get enough of Su Luo's take on the game.

The misjudgment in the final led UEFA to act quickly. Referee Blüch, accused of biased officiating, was stripped of his eligibility to referee European competitions. Unfortunately, there was no solid evidence of match-fixing, and Real Madrid had not broken any rules. Blüch's punishment was given under the pretext of "serious mistakes."

Still, the Spanish fans didn't need any more reasons to criticize Real Madrid, especially after their crushing defeat. Meanwhile, Chelsea was hailed as heroes.

After being busy for half a month, Su Luo finally got a chance to return home to China for a well-deserved break. His fame only grew in first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Shenzhen, where he was invited to attend events and activities.

Far from fading, his popularity was only growing, especially after his performance in the Champions League, where he surpassed even Ronaldo and Messi to become the world's top player.

Su Luo's personal life was also a hot topic, with many speculating about his relationships with various women.

On this day, Su Luo attended his cousin's school entrance banquet, surrounded by curious relatives.

"So... about your love life...?" they hinted, eager for gossip.

Thankfully, before things got awkward, a sweet voice called out, saving Su Luo from the interrogation.

"Brother! My computer isn't working, can you help me fix it?"

"Sure thing!" Su Luo quickly got up. "Let's talk later. I'll go help Xi'er with her computer first."

He escaped to his cousin's room, finally finding a bit of peace. Slumping into her gaming chair, he let out a sigh of relief.

But Zhen Qian, his cousin, wasn't about to let him off the hook. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered teasingly, "Come on, brother, who's the real queen in your life?"

Su Luo just smiled.

"What do you think?"

"Huh?"

Seeing his expression, Zhen Qian got the message. It was that look—the famous Su Luo emoji.

The aftermath of the Champions League final continued to echo throughout the football world, but Su Luo had no time to relax. The 2017-2018 season was fast approaching.

He still had to win the Community Shield, the European Super Cup, and the Club World Cup to claim an unprecedented seven titles! And if he wanted to defend the Champions League title, the upcoming season would be even tougher.

There were only 15 days left before preseason training began, and Su Luo couldn't wait to return to the training ground and start his next journey.

But before that, he needed to unwind at a nightclub.

After winning the championship, after all, something new had been unlocked.

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