Champion’s Heart

After the draw of the Champions League quarter-finals came out, Dortmund's local media has begun to wait for a matchup with Real Madrid.

But for Klopp and his team, there is a more realistic task, that is to ensure the league championship.

With eight rounds left in the league, Dortmund is now five points ahead of second place Leverkusen.

The two-lane battle still had a certain impact on this young team.

In the 27th round of the league, Dortmund faced Mainz at home and Leverkusen played against Schalke 04 at home.

In this game, Zhou Yi played the whole game, and sent an assist in the game, as well as a goal, very good performance, helping Dortmund beat Mainz 4:0 at home.

Although Leverkusen defeated the poor Schalke 04 at home 2-0, there was still no way to further narrow the gap between them and Dortmund.

After the game, Klopp took a day off for the team, all players who played in this game can not have to go to the training base for training the next day.

Zhou Yi naturally does the same.

So he slept a little and got up a little later than usual.

However, although it is lazy, it does not mean that he is really lazy. In fact, he can sleep more, he can practice more in the virtual space... If he usually does not want to continue to enhance physical fitness, he must get up early to practice In fact, he still sleeps...

After getting off the bed, he stood on the ground and stretched his waist, stretching the whole body well.

But at this time. His body froze.

Because he felt some tightness and pain in the back of his left thigh.

It wasn't the kind of tingling like a needle stick, but it did make him uncomfortable.

He tried to stretch his left thigh again-he stretched his right leg forward and then lunged, dragging his left leg behind. Straighten.

The uncomfortable feeling of the muscles at the back of the left thigh came again.

Zhou Yi frowned.

He changed a leg, his left leg arched forward, his right leg kicked back and straightened. The muscles at the back of the right thigh are not as uncomfortable as the left leg.

He did not feel sore muscles after a fierce game. When he first joined Dortmund, let alone a fierce game. After finishing a day of high-intensity training, he would feel sore muscles when he got up the next day.

But that kind of muscle soreness has rarely been felt in the last season, and the soreness is often the soreness of many parts of the body, but this time only the left thigh has discomfort.

Although not very serious, Zhou Yi still cares a bit.

He began to wear clothes, guessing what was going on in his heart.

But until he got dressed. He didn't think of a reason.

Had to continue frowning to wash.

As soon as he went out, he met Cortana.

"Good morning." Cortana greeted him.

"Good morning." Zhou Yi frowned and responded absently, then passed Cortana and walked straight to the kitchen.

"Are you going to the kitchen to wash?" Cortana reminded him.

Zhou Yi then reacted, looked up at the front, then turned and walked to the bathroom.

After Zhou Yi finished washing from the bathroom, his eyebrows were still open, even when he sat down to have breakfast.

Cortana, who was sitting opposite him, finally couldn't help but ask, "Breakfast?"

"Ah? No. No." Zhou Yi shook his head quickly.

"Then why do you keep frowning? Do you have a toothache?"

"Teeth don't hurt, it hurts..." Zhou Yi told Cortana what she had been thinking about.

After hearing Zhou Yi's words, Cortana pushed the cutlery aside and stood up.

Zhou Yi looked up at her with some surprise.

"Take off your pants." Cortana looked at him condescendingly.

Zhou Yi panicked and covered his crotch: "What are you going to do? In the broad daylight, there are a lot of people in the same room...

Cortana gave him a white look: "What's the good thing you want? I'll just check it for you."

Zhou Yi looked down at his jeans, and this came to light. When the team doctors check in the club, they also have to change their pants...

"Do you want to take off your underwear?" Zhou Yi asked again.

"Rogue." Cortana said lightly.

Zhou Yi smiled and turned back to his room, and soon he changed out a pair of shorts.

Cortana pointed to the sofa: "Lying."

Zhou Yi lay on his stomach obediently, and then felt that Cortana's hand touched the muscles behind her right thigh.

He "sizzled".

"It's so serious? I just touched your skin..." Cortana was surprised.

"No, your hands are cold..." Zhou Yi said wrongly.

Although it is March, the temperature in Dortmund in northwest Germany is still very low in the morning. Zhou Yi, who only wore a pair of shorts, was afraid of cold.

Zhou Yi turned his back on Cortana. He couldn't see Cortana's expression, but he could guess that Cortana must have glared at him at this time. Then he shrunk his neck, ready to meet Cortana's cold fingers again. But he didn't feel Cortana's hand back up, but heard a rustling sound, so he looked back and found that Cortana was putting his hands together and rubbing each other.

Cortana rubbed her hands and said to Zhou Yi, "Get well." Use the same tone of command.

Zhou Yi obediently fell down again.

Shashasha's voice continued behind him, and it took a while to disappear, and Zhou Yi felt that his right leg was covered by a warm palm.

"Are you cool?" Cortana's voice rang.

"Uh, no, it's not cold..."

Then Cortana began to use her fingertips to move and knead on Zhou Yi's right thigh, and it touched Zhou Yi's thighs.

But just when Zhou Yi's little heart was about to float, a burst of pain rushed into his mind without warning. He could not help but yell: "Ah! Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

Cortana's hand was taken away: "Did you stop and knead here at the end of the game yesterday."

Zhou Yi froze for a moment: "Yes, there is such a thing..."

Yesterday he played the whole game and played very well, but when the game entered injury time and stoppage time. After passing the ball once, he stopped and touched the back of his left thigh because he felt something was wrong when he was exerting force.

But to say that it hurts, it doesn't hurt, it just feels a little tight muscles.

After he pressed it, he tried again. If you don't feel pain, you don't care.

Later he simply forgot about it.

Had Cortana not mentioned it, he might not have thought of where to go for a while.

"Is that time..."

"Otherwise do you think?"

"I thought I pulled it when I got up and stretched out...No, how do you know that I was about to end the game yesterday..." Zhou Yi suddenly reacted, he turned around and looked at Cortana smiling, "Oh-- I didn’t expect you to watch my game!"

"Don't be passionate. I'm watching my brother's game." Facing Zhou Yi's playful smile, Cortana said without expression.

"But Mark was changed in the seventy-seventh minute..." Zhou Yi didn't finish, but was interrupted by Cortana's hand-the hand was pressed where Zhou Yi felt pain.

"Lightly and gently..." Zhou Yi exclaimed in shock.

"Really hurt?" Cortana asked.

Zhou Yi also reacted after being taken aback. He tilted his head and felt it carefully, then said, "It seems...not so painful..."

Cortana continued to press, and Zhou Yi continued to feel, indeed not as painful as he thought. The initial pain should be a stress response of the brain without preparation. Actually...it's not that painful.

"Is there a tingling sensation?" Cortana asked where Zhou Yi felt the pain.

"Uh... no." Zhou Yi shook his head.

"Are you sure?" Cortana pressed hard again.

"Ok. Really not." Zhou Yi said.

After pressing again, Cortana took her hand back: "Muscle strain."

"what?"

"Muscle strain." Cortana repeated.

Zhou Yi's entire body froze from body to face, as if Cortana had said a petrified magic spell, freezing him instantly.

"Why?" Cortana asked, seeing him like this.

"Muscle muscle muscle muscle muscle...muscle strain?" Zhou Yi stuttered. He is not studying old Guo...

"You don't have to look like a ghost." Cortana said. "I know what you are afraid of, but not what you think."

Muscle strain is no stranger to professional athletes. Even if Zhou Yi is not a player, he is still a fan. He has heard the word many times.

Because the media will tell the fans that muscle strain is a "stubborn disease" that will recur repeatedly, once the strained place is not noticed in the future, it may be strained again, and the probability of strain is higher than before. Although the muscle strain is not a serious injury such as a meniscus fracture or a torn cruciate ligament, it will accompany the player's career and come out from time to time.

This is also the reason why Zhou Yi is worried. If his left leg is a muscle strain, let's not talk about how many games he will miss. He is only 20 years old, and his career is at least fifteen years. Will there always be a shadow of muscle strain accompanied by left and right?

Cortana saw Zhou Yi's worry.

"Not what I thought? What is that?" Zhou Yi asked.

Cortana stretched out three fingers: "There are three degrees of muscle strain~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The first type of muscle is slightly damaged, the second type of muscle fiber is partially torn, and the third type of muscle is broken." Then she After taking away the last two fingers, he said to Zhou Yi: "And you are the slightest first."

Although he heard that he was "the slightest" situation, which seemed like good news, Zhou Yi was still a little skeptical and asked, "How do you know?"

"Aren't you stinging?"

"Yes, no..."

"If you are torn muscle fibers, there will be a tingling sensation, and you will feel that your right leg is uncomfortable." Cortana put her hand on the place where Zhou Yi felt uncomfortable. "If you have a muscle rupture, if I press here, I will obviously feel a depression, because your muscle tissue is disconnected and displaced."

Zhou Yi touched it with his backhand and pressed it.

Seeing that he was really the slightest condition, Zhou Yi let out a breath: "The slightest is fine, the slightest is fine..."

He babbled repeatedly, like a Xianglin sister-in-law. (To be continued.)