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Lukas kept scrolling, thumb moving almost automatically, the noise of it all rising off the screen in a way that felt louder than the room around him.
More edits.
Clips from the final.
That free kick.
The third goal.
Angles from every direction.
Captions calling him everything from "the future" to "the next big thing" to things even he didn't fully process.
He stopped scrolling.
The phone stayed in his hand, but his gaze drifted slightly away from it.
Around him, the mood had shifted.
Not dramatically.
But noticeably.
Wirtz had seen enough of the screen to understand what was going on.
"€85 million…" he said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
Adeyemi let out a low whistle. "That's… mad."
Woltemade shook his head slightly. "Five months," he said. "That's insane."
Musiala didn't say anything.
He just watched Lukas for a second.
Lukas finally locked his phone.
Slipped it back into his pocket.
Exhaled once.
Not overwhelmed.
Not panicked.
Just… aware.
