Hu... Cao Baming took a deep breath.
Let's think about it in a good way, be optimistic. Averaging four goals per game isn't that difficult, and there are still three games left to play: tomorrow against Bayern Munich, the last league match against Wolves, and... and the Champions League final next week?!
The system has already given this precise number, so perhaps even it firmly believes that the Champions League final is definitely achievable. Bayern Munich has nothing to stop Arsenal's current progress.
The last round will be against either AC Milan or Manchester City!
None of these teams are pushovers; they are all top-tier European giants. Even Wolves have performed exceptionally well in the Premier League this season, having consecutively defeated Leicester City and Manchester United!
Scoring an average of four goals against these teams is indeed not an easy feat, so one cannot think of the task as too simple.
The more difficult the task, the more generous the rewards upon completion, which might be the only consolation.
At this moment, Cao Baming was still walking on the road back to his residence. Today, he had gone to the villa that Wu Xue had previously bought, and she was now in the room.
While driving, Cao Baming gazed forward, watching the scenery on the street constantly move backward. The light from the street lamps seemed to flicker incessantly, but in reality, it was merely because they appeared in his vision one by one and disappeared behind him one by one.
Cao Baming's mind was entirely occupied by the system's time-limited mission. The scenery flashed before his eyes, but this was a road he had traveled countless times; he wouldn't get lost even with his eyes closed.
At this moment, there was only one day left until the major match, the Champions League semi-final. Based on past experience, fans should be incredibly excited about this game. They should be discussing it intensely, talking about the next match, which teams they favored, their current form, and what had happened.
However, to everyone's surprise, the heat surrounding this match had not picked up at all. Instead, it was as mundane as a league game. This was the Champions League, and it was the semi-finals.
If the fans' sentiment was somewhat inscrutable, it was even more bizarre that there were hardly any news reports about the two teams. Even crucial events like pre-match interviews were not being discussed.
The most consistent sentiment expressed online regarding this match was that there was no suspense whatsoever.
This was because, in the previous Champions League semi-final home game against Arsenal, Bayern Munich's performance was still considered decent. Despite being significantly behind on the scoreboard, they still managed to put up a somewhat respectable showing.
But after that match, their performance in the league plummeted. They seemed like a completely different team compared to their previous two matches.
This had deeply saddened the Bayern Munich fans. They knew what this meant: they had been completely overwhelmed by their opponents, Arsenal, from head to toe, and even in their very core.
This was an utter disgrace.
If not for Bayern Munich's exceptionally strong form before that match, and if they hadn't been hailed by numerous global media outlets as the team most likely to challenge Arsenal for the Champions League title and face them head-on in the final, their outstanding form had been completely shattered after just one game.
Even though the two teams would meet again in a day, ready to fight on the field with their sharpest blades, what could Bayern Munich possibly offer now to compete with the red-hot Arsenal?
It was a four-goal difference. Even if they gave the opponents a four-goal head start, they might still not win. Therefore, there was virtually no suspense regarding the outcome of this match. And when a match loses its suspense, it loses much of its appeal.
For the fans of Bayern Munich, no matter the result of the next match, they would not be satisfied. Knowing the outcome beforehand, why would they go through the agony of enduring ninety minutes or more of suffering?
For the Arsenal fans, watching a match that was inherently devoid of suspense also meant a loss of excitement. They preferred to face a respectable opponent, a challenging, even blood-pumping, match.
But now, it seemed that even after scrutinizing all the teams in the world, none could truly achieve that.
In contrast to the subdued online buzz before the match, on the day of the game, the atmosphere around the stadium was still incredibly enthusiastic. Both roads leading to the stadium were completely gridlocked, with vehicles packed so tightly that there was less than a few centimeters of space between them.
The closer one got to the stadium, the more fervent the sounds became. Fans shouted themselves hoarse with excitement, some sang songs, and others danced with their instruments.
Most of the people who came were Arsenal fans. This was an Arsenal home game, and even if Bayern Munich had brought in divine intervention, they wouldn't be able to win this match.
At this moment, everything pointed towards an Arsenal victory. The excitement of these fans was not for the outcome of the match, but purely for their team, for the chance to see them.
Soon, these fans got their wish. The Arsenal players began to pass by areas near the stadium, encountering the fans. Even for those closest to their idols, they were still more than ten meters away. However, for some, this was the closest they had ever been to their beloved stars in their entire lives.
Looking at the atmosphere around the stadium, Cao Baming felt a sense of contentment. In fact, such passion could be a torment for the visiting team and would be another significant obstacle to their victory.
The match would begin in no time, and the players were already making their final preparations.