Champion’s Heart

"No...no, it must be wrong!" Mark, who responded, stared at the number on the screen and shook his head. He couldn't accept that his value was so bad.

Although he was a substitute in U17, he didn't think his ability was so unbearable. He plays live football and is an old football game player, so he naturally knows what the score is.

At this level, it is impossible to play in the first team of Dortmund. He can't even play in the Bundesliga. In the relegation team of the Bundesliga, such numerical players are also marginalized.

This ability can only be played in the German Bundesliga, or even... the German Bundesliga, or most likely the regional league, which is the fourth level of German football.

I have practiced football for ten years. Do I only go to the fourth league?

No, there must be something wrong!

He turned his attention to Zhou Yi for help, hoping to get support from Zhou Yi.

But Zhou Yi pointed to the physical data column and said to Mark: "Look at yourself, Mark, does the above data truly reflect your physical fitness?"

Then he went to the offensive column and said: "The shooting value is forty-four. In all fairness, Mark, do you think his shooting skills are superb? To be honest."

Mark's mouth was open, but there was no sound.

Zhou Yi analyzed him one by one, based on what he observed after training with Mark for such a week.

At the end Mark was speechless.

Zhou Yi said: "I know you think this is incredible and I don't want to admit it. But this is the truth, this is your true level."

Looking at Mark's expression, Zhou Yi thought of his performance when he first saw his data. It was similar to Mark's estimate-he was full of doubts about whether he could continue to play football.

These icy numbers, without any sense of gratitude, but really reflected his level at the time.

Nothing is more convincing than numbers.

Believe it or not, the numbers are here.

What Mark was saying could no longer lift his head. Zhou Yi guess he must have begun to doubt that he chose football this way.

Modeling yourself is for special training with him, but not to attack his self-confidence and make him self-doubt.

So he patted Mark on the shoulder: "First of all, Mark. Facing your weaknesses may make progress. If you don’t even know what your own weaknesses are, how do you know which direction to work in? So weak is no big deal. Yes. Besides, isn’t our special training just to improve our strength? If you are strong, what special training do you have?"

Speaking of special training, Mark's attention was finally diverted from self-doubt and self-denial: "Right, aren't we going to special training? Zhou Yi, what are you doing out of me?"

"This is part of the special training." After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he created a new character and began to pinch his face. This time Mark saw that Zhou Yi was pinching himself.

When Zhou Yikui finished squeezing, he complained: "It's not fair, you are so handsome!"

Zhou Yi looked surprised: "Isn't this just me?"

Mark shook his head: "Not at all!"

"Jealous!" After Zhou Yi convicted Mark, he pressed the OK key, and the virtual Zhou Yishuai's appearance of scumming was saved.

Then there is the setting of height, weight and jersey wearing style, which is very consistent with Zhou Yi's own real situation.

Finally, the attributes that Mark is most concerned about. As a fan of Zhou Yi, he naturally thinks that Zhou Yi's strength is above himself, and that he may be stronger than Zhou Yi only because of his physical strength.

Mark's own physical strength data is seventy. In the physical quality column, this level is actually not too good. However, people can continue to play a whole game anyway, not exhausted, almost collapsed.

He watched Zhou Yi set up his own data.

Shot 51, header 47... Short pass eighty-one!

"Wow!" Mark sighed at the number.

But Zhou Yi immediately turned the joystick back, and the number began to decrease, from 81 to 70 before stopping.

"Confiscated, set more." Zhou Yi explained.

"Hell..." Mark rolled his eyes.

After a while, when he saw Zhou Yi in the "field of vision" column, he kept turning the joystick to the right without loosening, and the number was jumping fast, from the initial forty to ninety-nine. Live asked: "confiscated again?"

Zhou Yi released the joystick, but did not dial back.

"No, I'm so tall."

"Ninety-nine?!" Mark was startled. "Full value! How is this possible?!"

"It's difficult to explain clearly, but I am really talented in this respect..." Zhou Yi is not at all welcome.

"That can't be full value, how can you grow like this?"

"I don't need to grow up here." Zhou Yi said that he was right, and he made Mark want to beat him. "What I need to grow is passing, shooting, physical strength, strength... these things. But vision is my talent, and this thing has to be upgraded, how can I mix it? How do you think I can Assisted two goals in the game against you? I can see all the free in your formation!"

For Zhou Yi's remarks, Mark thinks he is bragging, and it is quite common for teenagers to brag.

He did not continue to argue with Zhou Yi, but hummed twice, indicating that he did not believe.

Zhou Yi was too lazy to explain to him, anyway, he will understand sooner or later.

Build your own character, save and exit, and then replace both of them with two substitutes in Dortmund's team. Zhou Yi chose the Master League mode and Dortmund as the team to manipulate.

Enter the game mode, switch yourself and Mark to the main lineup, and then start the game.

In the game settings before the start of the game, Zhou Yi chose to fix the cursors of both handles so that specific players can be selected.

Zhou Yi chose himself and asked Mark to choose himself.

While reading the game, Zhou Yi explained to Mark how he would train specifically:

"Special training is very simple. In the game, you only control yourself, and I only control myself. You are a striker and I am a midfielder. Your task is to run positions and then catch me the pass and put the football goal.

"It sounds simple. Come and come! Watch me score five goals in one game!" Mark was already eager to try.

"Don't be amused, I set the five-star difficulty."

During the talk, the game has already started. After quickly pressing the previous entry animation, you can finally start the game.

Mark really can only control himself, and Zhou Yi is the same.

Originally, Mark thought it would be easy. Who wouldn't play games? He is a master of football games!

But after playing a game, he looked at the "0" behind Dortmund's name in a daze. Dortmund didn't score a goal, he also didn't score a goal...

It took a long time before suddenly shouting: "This is impossible!"

Zhou Yi spread his hands helplessly next to him: "Why is this impossible? You are just running around blindly... You see the statistics of this game, Dortmund's game is offside 11 times, you contributed! You can offside 11 times in a half-minute five-minute game. I really convinced you... I take back my previous statement that you have good tactical awareness and good running position..."

"No, no, it's a bit unaccustomed to play the one-man mode for the first time. Sometimes you control the ball in the backcourt, I just remove the screen..." Mark explained.

"Don't you read the small map? Besides, you haven't played the "Legend of the Greenery" mode?" Zhou Yicai didn't believe Mark's explanation.

"This...not used, not used..."

"Come on again. Don't think it's simple. Although you control it with the joystick, it's actually your own brain, and your ability to find time and position on the court."

Mark was silent. In the game just now, he has fully seen Zhou Yi's ability to find time. He always reminds himself to run up and down... It turns out that those places are empty, but sometimes he can't see it.

In this way, the two people carried out the "special training" in full swing with the handles and game consoles.

In the end, the two men ended one hour later than usual when they went to bed.

Rubbing some sour thumbs, Mark frowned: "The game is doing well, after all, it's just a game, and it can't perfectly simulate the real situation. Will we use the game to train for special training... will it not be too professional?"

"No way, you have also seen the specific content of this special training. In fact, it is you who ran me to pass, but it is impossible for us two to practice without more people's cooperation. It can only be simulated in the game. Anyway, it means that, looking for the feeling of cooperation, you have to get used to my way of playing football." Zhou Yi spread his hands.

"Um..." Mark nodded. "You are also used to my way of playing football."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but didn't say anything.

What he wants to say is that he actually knows Mark’s way of playing football—since Dortmund, he has transferred Mark to the main lineup, training with himself every night in his sleep, he has already I am very familiar with Mark's way of playing football. The special training he came up with is really to enhance Mark's strength so that he can keep up with his own ideas.

But saying this, he couldn't explain to Mark why.

This is the trouble for people with secrets. There are too many things that cannot be explained and cannot be said.

"Well, although you were scolded many times in the special training, I still thank you, Zhou Yi. You have made me regain some confidence in my future."

"Fool, of course you can't lose to your sister." Zhou Yi clenched his fists. "Not only to be a qualified professional player, but also a big star! Let your sister change her prejudice against athletes!"

"Yes! To be a big star! To become a legend and fame for Dortmund!" Mark also shouted with his fists clenched.