Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 834 - 585: Mendes Falls for Tang Long, C Luo Overcome with Jealousy! Both Break Messi’s Record!

In the current round facing Real Sociedad, C Luo seemed trapped in a goal drought, with no goals throughout the match, ending with an embarrassing zero.

Meanwhile, Real Madrid's performance at home was less than stellar as well!

The 0:0 scoreline resulted in Real Madrid being held to a draw by Real Sociedad.

Barça, on the other hand, secured a win against Villarreal.

This win and draw made Real Madrid's standings on the leaderboard increasingly delicate.

Despite still being at the top, Real Madrid's lead over Barça was ruthlessly narrowed to just one point.

"One point, just one point, Barça is chasing relentlessly, they're biting us tightly!"

In Real Madrid's therapy room, C Luo sat solemnly, arms crossed, sitting quietly in the chair.

Although his gaze was fixed on Benzema, who was enjoying cupping therapy, his thoughts had drifted afar, to unknown places.

Recently, C Luo keenly sensed a subtle change in Mendes' attitude towards him.

In the past, whenever C Luo dialed Mendes' number, the ringtone wouldn't exceed three rings before Mendes answered swiftly.

This was not surprising, as Mendes, renowned in European football as a famous agent, although he had many star players under his wing, with their combined transfer values ranking among the top globally, even slightly above Raiola, was firmly at the top;

Among his numerous clients, C Luo was undoubtedly the main pillar.

Whether in athletic skill or commercial value, C Luo showcased extraordinary ability, bringing Mendes extremely lucrative commissions.

There's no exaggeration in saying C Luo was the most critical cornerstone in Mendes' agent career.

However, just an hour ago, C Luo intended to have a conversation with Mendes regarding the renewal negotiations with Real Madrid.

He dialed Mendes' number full of anticipation, the ringtone lasted over 30 seconds until C Luo reluctantly hung up; Mendes did not answer.

Ten minutes later, C Luo received a text message from Mendes, simply and somewhat perfunctorily stating he was busy with important matters, and would call back later.

This reply stirred a complex mix of emotions within C Luo, a difficult to describe feeling.

C Luo was no naive rookie, his understanding was sharp like a mirror, naturally aware of what Mendes had been busy with recently.

Reliable sources revealed to him that the agent had been frequently traveling between Manchester!

Allegedly, Mendes had set his sights on the hot target Tang Long, preparing to leverage all his decades of connections in football to try to snatch Tang Long from Ronar, this newcomer in the agent industry.

Indeed, missing out on the immensely promising player Tang Long had always been one of Mendes' regrets.

In Mendes' view, such a young player like Tang Long, with strong on-field prowess and high commercial value, shouldn't be a client of Ronar and ought to be under his command, to become one of his generals!

During C Luo's long-term interactions with Mendes, especially in the past month, C Luo increasingly felt the enormous shift in Mendes' attitude towards Tang Long.

In the past, whenever Tang Long was mentioned, Mendes was full of disdain, always comforting C Luo saying that this Chinese player couldn't be compared to him, that C Luo was the undisputed world leader in current football, the absolute king on the Champions League stage!

Yet now, as Manchester City thrived across the league, Champions League, and FA Cup fronts, Tang Long's goals were soaring like a rocket, the situation had changed.

In the latest update of the European Golden Boot Award's real-time ranking, Tang Long even led with 47 goals, surpassing C Luo by one, securing the top position!

This series of changes caused Mendes' attitude to reverse a full 180 degrees.

Reflecting on this, even the usually resilient, determined C Luo felt an inexplicable bitterness welling up inside, his eyes subtly reddened.

"Mendes, are you planning to abandon me? Hmph, if that day truly comes, it'll surely be me who fires you first!"

C Luo vowed silently, his gaze revealing a firm determination with a hint of stubbornness.

Amidst these myriad thoughts, and in this moment of hazy uncertainty, C Luo's mind involuntarily conjured up the image of Tang Long.

Recently, C Luo had been particularly attentive to Manchester City's matches, whether in the league or on the Champions League stage, Tang Long's every move on the field, every magnificent goal he scored, tugged at C Luo's heartstrings.

The last player that captured C Luo's attention so wholly was Barcelona's Messi.

However, this season Messi's form seemed to be declining, his goal tally lagging far behind C Luo and Tang Long.

This season, Tang Long had replaced Messi as C Luo's biggest rival in his heart, like a heavy stone, pressing on his mind.

"Hey, what are you pondering over there?" Benzema slowly sat up from the therapy bed, having just finished a cupping session, his complexion slightly red, exuding a sense of comfort after the therapy. He immediately noticed C Luo sitting dazedly on the nearby chair, gaze fixated, as if frozen in place.

Benzema was curious, he quietly approached C Luo, waved gently before his eyes, akin to rousing someone from slumber, attempting to awaken him from his distant thoughts. Yet C Luo remained unresponsive, gaze vacant, seemingly detached from everything before him, utterly immersed in his own world.