The exhilaration of the 4-3 victory over Tottenham still lingered in the air at Aston Villa.

Alex Turner (Current: 81), his raw talent blossoming, was already making headlines, his £21 million valuation a testament to his explosive potential.

The Premier League season barreled on. After the thrilling win against Tottenham, Aston Villa faced a mixed bag of results in their next three matches.

TV Sports News - Mid-Season Report

"Aston Villa have had a fascinating run of results!" the pundit's voice boomed.

"After that sensational 4-3 victory over Tottenham, where young Leon Fischer and debutant Alex Turner truly stole the show, they faced Bournemouth away. A tough, physical match that ended in a hard-fought 0-0 draw. Leon Fischer was once again instrumental in midfield, dictating play and breaking up numerous attacks, but Villa just couldn't find the breakthrough."

"Then, a week later, they faced West Ham United at home.

A dominant performance from Villa saw them secure a comfortable 3-0 win, with Leon Fischer bagging another goal and an assist! Alex Turner also put in a stellar performance, grabbing an assist of his own with a dazzling dribble down the wing."

"However, their most recent match, against Manchester United at Old Trafford, was a heartbreaker. Despite a valiant effort, they fell to a narrow 1-0 defeat.

Leon Fischer was brilliant in flashes, almost scoring from a stunning long-range effort that rattled the crossbar, but ultimately, they couldn't breach United's defense.

A frustrating result, but Villa showed immense character."

Leon watched the segment, sipping his tea in the common room.

Eight goals and ten assists. Not bad for a sixteen-year-old midfielder in the Premier League.

Alex had two goals and four assists now, steadily growing. Byon (Current: 85), he knew, had continued his sensational start at City, bagging nine goals and two assists in his appearances so far.

The friendly rivalry of their market values was still on, Byon still at £48m and Leon at £45m.

Later that afternoon, Leon decided to take a walk, just to clear his head after the intense match reviews. He pulled his hood up, hoping to go unnoticed.

As he passed a group of men outside a local pub, their voices carried on the crisp air.

"Aston Villa, eh? Tenth place. They're alright, but they'll never break into the top six."

"Yeah, that Fischer kid is decent, I suppose.

Got a bit of hype, but let's be honest, he's just a flash in the pan. He won't last. Not consistent enough."

"Overrated, if you ask me. Just gets lucky with a few passes."

Leon's steps faltered. The words stung. 'Can't play'. 'Flash in the pan'. His 'Current: 92' flared, a silent protest against their dismissiveness.

He bit back a retort, reminding himself that his performance on the pitch was the only answer that mattered. He quickened his pace, the words echoing in his mind. He would show them. He would show all of them.

He went home, ate dinner with his mom, and went to bed, the negativity a surprising spur to his determination. He slept soundly, envisioning impossible passes, weaving through imagined defenders, and making the perfect tackles.

The next morning, the first thing Leon did was call Byon.

"Morning, Mr. 48 Million," Leon greeted, a grin in his voice. "Still enjoying being more valuable than me?"

Byon's laugh crackled through the phone. "Always, Leo! What's up? Still getting 'lucky' with those passes?"

"Very funny," Leon retorted. "Listen, I wanted to ask you about something. Mark. The guy with the 92 Potential we found."

"Oh yeah, Mark!" Byon sounded enthusiastic. "He's been training with the U18s, right? Alex says he's a monster in those sessions."

"He is," Leon confirmed. "Coach Emery agreed to let him train with the first team in a few weeks, see what he's made of. But something else just happened." He took a breath. "Arsenal. They've made an offer for him. Ten million pounds."

There was a stunned silence from Byon's end. "Ten million?! For Mark?! But he hasn't even played a professional game!"

"Exactly," Leon agreed. "But listen, I just spoke to Coach Emery about it. He asked my opinion. And honestly... I think Mark is worth way more. Like, easily £40 million right now. And if he hits his Potential, he could be £200 million. I told the Coach I just want him to play in the Premier League, get his chance."

Byon whistled. "£200 million? You're crazy, Leo! But... you've got a knack for spotting them, haven't you?" He was quiet for a moment. "So, what did Emery say?"

"He said he'd think about it," Leon replied, rubbing his temple.. The 'Help System' was definitely giving him big quests.

After the call, Leon went downstairs for breakfast. His mom, looking radiant, was making pancakes.

"Morning, superstar," she said, placing a plate in front of him. "Eat up, you have a busy week ahead."

Leon dug into the pancakes, enjoying the familiar taste of home. His mom sat opposite him, sipping her coffee, her gaze thoughtful.

"Leon," she began softly, "I've been wondering something."

"Yeah, Mom?" he mumbled through a mouthful of pancake.

"You're sixteen now," she said, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Playing in the Premier League. Everyone's talking about you. You're so famous. But… why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Leon choked on his pancake. He coughed, his face turning bright red. "Mom! What?!"

She just smiled innocently. "

Well, it's a natural question! All your friends probably have girlfriends now, don't they? And you're so handsome, and you're a footballer! Surely there are plenty of girls who would like to be with you."

Leon buried his face in his hands..

"Mom, please! I'm busy! Football! Training! Matches! I don't have time for a girlfriend!"

She laughed, a warm, comforting sound.

"Oh, my dear. There's always time for love. Just think about it. It makes life much more fun." She winked, leaving Leon utterly flustered, his mind scrambling for a quick escape route. Girls. He hadn't even thought about that.

His 'Help System' certainly hadn't given him a quest for 'Find a Girlfriend'! He just wanted to focus on football. And on Mark's future. And on proving those doubters wrong. This was going to be an interesting week.