"So? Shall we exchange it?" Adriano asked patiently, his tone gentle.

"Ah!...Oh! Change! Change! Change!"

Benzema then realized what was happening and quickly took off his sweat-soaked jersey and handed it over.

Adriano took the jersey from Benzema, his smile widening: "Kalim, by the way, can I call you Kalim?"

Benzema nodded: "Of course!"

“You can also call me Didico, that’s what people who know me call me.” Adriano put his arm around Benzema’s shoulder. “I didn’t come to exchange jerseys with you for no reason, Kalim. You played great today, I really like your style of play.”

Benzema, who has just turned twenty, was naturally pleased to receive praise as Brazil's new generation of striker after Ronaldo.

But the thought of the bitter result that his Champions League journey this year is almost over is unbearable.

Benzema's smile, which had just been brought on by Adriano's praise, faded again.

"Thank you for your compliment, Didico... but it's all in vain. My Champions League journey this year has been ended by you and your teammates."

“It’s alright, Kalim.” Adriano squeezed Benzema’s shoulder a little harder. “You still have the league and domestic cup competitions to compete for this year. As far as I know, at least in the league, Lyon has a chance to win their sixth consecutive Ligue 1 title!”

Having been with Lyon's first team for almost three years, Benzema has already won two Ligue 1 titles.

To be honest.

The league championship title has already taken a toll on him.

Although I've never won the French Cup.

But domestic cup competitions... those who know, know.

Benzema's biggest wish... is still to lift that Champions League trophy!

“I know,” Benzema nodded, confiding his true thoughts to his new friend, “but I’ve already won two Ligue 1 titles… and the Champions League…”

Adriano aptly expressed his doubts: "You want to win the Champions League?"

Upon hearing this...

Benzema glanced casually at Adriano, whose face showed a strange expression.

How fresh!

Who playing football in Europe doesn't want to win the Champions League?!

Don't you want to?!

Adriano seemed to realize his mistake, waving his hand in front of his mouth: "Pah, pah, pah, I just blurted it out. What I meant was, if you want to win the Champions League, staying at Lyon, your chances aren't very good..."

Adriano's words immediately put Benzema on alert, and he frowned: "Didiko, are you trying to persuade me to join Leeds United!?"

"No!" Adriano shook his head innocently, his expression, coupled with his adorable bald head, made him look truly harmless. "Why would I advise you to come to Leeds United?! We already have two strong competitors in the team, Zlatan and Fernando, and Marco is also eyeing us from behind. If you come too, how will anyone survive?!"

It must be said that Adriano's expression did indeed fool Benzema.

However, Adriano compared himself to him, as well as established strikers like Torres and Ibrahimovic.

Benzema was actually quite happy.

Benzema, who joined Lyon's youth academy at the age of nine, has a deep affection for the club. Last summer, several teams made offers to Lyon to buy him, but not only did Lyon not agree, he also rejected the offer outright. Benzema is not prepared to leave his former club so easily until he helps Lyon achieve a breakthrough in the Champions League.

“But as your friend, I have to be honest.” After complaining, Adriano changed the subject, “With your ability, it’s a waste for you to stay at Lyon. If you could come to Leeds United, maybe you could defend the Champions League title with us next year.”

“Thank you for your kindness.” Benzema smiled politely at first, but then suddenly sensed something was off about Adriano’s words. “Wait… Didico… what did you just say? Defend… defend the Champions League title!?”

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Adriano blinked, looking confident. "Just watch, this year's Champions League title will definitely belong to us!"

Benzema instinctively felt Adriano was joking: "So confident!?"

“Of course, that’s what our boss said.” Adriano pointed proudly to Li Shiguang, who was still celebrating with the Leeds United players on the sidelines. “I’ve never seen a word the boss says fail to come true.”

Benzema opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to refute.

However, considering that even Li Shiguang's absurd statement in the media before the match that he would end the series in one round had come true, and that he seemed to have no point in refuting it, he shut his mouth in great frustration.

But before Adriano could finish speaking, he raised an eyebrow, and his eyes shone even brighter than before.

"You know my situation, right? I'm talking about my time at Inter Milan."

"Know."

"Last summer, the boss came to my house in person to persuade me to join Leeds United. At that time, I was drinking heavily, skipping training, and had depression. I didn't know why the boss would come to persuade a player who was basically ruined to join Leeds United."

Benzema became interested when Adriano started talking about the past.

Benzema had heard of Adriano's story.

When he first heard about it, he didn't believe it at all. "Given Adriano's phenomenal performance in the Premier League this year, how could someone like him be an alcoholic and depressed? That's just fooling idiots!"

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