Cao Baiming nodded with satisfaction.
This way, it was actually quite good. With the original God's perspective combined with this mind-reading ability, he could see every detail in any direction on the field and even make specific predictions.
Although he didn't know the accuracy of this prediction or what level it could reach, the description alone was terrifying!
If he could accurately read what an opponent player intended to do before they received the ball, how could they possibly get the ball past him?
He only needed to nudge it past them, and how many people in the world could match his physical strength?
Now, he had transformed from a tactical master on the field into a mind-reading master!
The upcoming matches were likely to become much more interesting!
At this moment, Cao Baiming wasn't particularly concerned about the remaining league and Champions League matches. It was more important to enter the World Cup in good condition than anything else.
"System, are there any more tasks to complete? Are there any more rewards to earn?"
After two seconds, the system responded.
Cao Baiming's eyes sparkled as he listened.
It seemed that the short-term tasks in the Champions League couldn't be completed, and the hidden tasks were also impossible to start. However, the league was still worth fighting for.
Counting on his fingers, there were two league matches left until the agreed-upon time with the team, where he could get a starting chance.
The pass count and defense tasks were fully achievable, and perhaps the rewards would be obtained. Besides that, unlocking some hidden rewards would be even more delightful.
By the time the World Cup truly arrived, he would be significantly stronger compared to his current self!
With that in mind, he wanted to see who the next opponent would be!
Saying that, Cao Baiming flipped open the booklet the coach had used during the pre-match talk the previous night. He hadn't listened to that talk seriously at all. If there was 100% of the information, he had forgotten 99.9% of it.
Picking up the booklet, he flipped back a few pages and directly found the previous match. The familiar score appeared before his eyes.
Looking back, Cao Baiming was stunned.
"No way!"
There were so many matches, and so many teams had advanced in the Premier League. Yet, in the next match, he would face Liverpool, who were ranked second in the entire Premier League standings!
What kind of terrible luck was this?
Fortunately, the opponent in the match after that was not particularly strong, and they could find a way to gain points from them.
Speaking of which, Cao Baiming finally understood why the executives had looked satisfied when he had talked with them.
Being able to deal with this biggest rival before he left would allow them to feel more at ease.
As expected, the timing of the executives' discussions had a reason. If it had been even a week earlier, they would not have agreed.
This meant that the upcoming week wouldn't be entirely relaxed, which was a bit of a regret.
External media began to report on the result of the match. Ultimately, Paris Saint-Germain had lost, not just the match but also public opinion.
A large number of PSG fans, with Messi's transfer to Arsenal, and now with this direct confrontation, some die-hard fans of PSG had also started to become restless.
The tide of public opinion was gradually becoming clearer. It was truly magical how it could immediately shift and blow in the direction of whichever side favored the outcome.
Now, it could be said to be a gale, even reaching typhoon levels.
Two days later, Cao Baiming returned to the training ground.
The weather that afternoon was the best it had been in the past two weeks. The rain had stopped, ending two weeks of continuous overcast and rainy weather. The sun finally appeared for the first time, casting its brilliant rays onto the field.
To celebrate such good weather, Arteta had organized a relatively formal warm-up training match for the team.
To make it more effective, the team had invited a relegation-threatened team from the Championship to play a friendly match.
To be honest, there was no suspense about the outcome of this match. It was primarily for enjoyment, and for the opponent, having such an opportunity was already a cause for celebration.
With a completely laid-back mindset, they could play more relaxed on the field, without worrying about conceding goals.
Before the match began, Arteta specifically found Cao Baiming and whispered in his ear.
"Don't play too aggressively. Leave some face for the opponent. You just focus on your defense. The next match will probably require you to play like this as well."
Cao Baiming smiled and nodded, but he knew in his heart.
Arteta wouldn't care about the opponent's mentality or feelings. The reason for saying this was so that he would obediently focus on defense in the next match.
After all, only he could successfully defend Salah with a success rate exceeding ninety percent.
Although it had been nearly half a year, the clip of Cao Baiming defending Salah more than ten times in their last encounter was still occupying the top spots on various sports platforms for viewership.
Out of goodwill, as it was a friendly match, Arsenal had also prepared a set of protective jerseys for their opponent, mainly to protect the goalkeeper's body, as they still had upcoming matches to play.
Friends should be treated well. Arsenal had directly given their best, equipping the opposing goalkeeper with the same protective jerseys that their own goalkeeper wore during training.
The opposing head coach was completely unaware that they were even wearing bulletproof vests during a training match.
Some people might have heard of this latest patent, which sounded impressive. But they could never have imagined that it was designed for the goalkeeper.
Having never seen such a thing, they could only be greatly shocked and show expressions of disbelief.
After all preparations were made and some exchanges between the two sides, the match began.
Cao Baiming followed the head coach's instructions, doing as he was told. This was the first time he had done so in a year. After all, this match was not important, and he just wanted to finish playing and leave early.
On the field, the players from both sides appeared to be playing with effort, but the score predictably tilted in favor of Arsenal.
From 0:0 to 1:0, and then gradually, it reached 5:0! The first half hadn't even ended at this point.