Chapter 8 "Special Training"

"No... no, it must be a mistake!" After reacting, Mark stared at the numbers on the screen and shook his head. He couldn't accept that his numbers were so bad.

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

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

This kind of ability can only be played in the Bundesliga 2, or even... the Bundesliga, or most likely the regional league, which is the fourth tier of German football.

I have practiced football for ten years, am I only worthy of going to the fourth tier 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 column of physical data and said to Mark: "Look for yourself, Mark, does the data above truly reflect your physical fitness?"

Then he switched to the offensive column and said, "The shooting score is 44. In all fairness, Mark, do you think your shooting skills are superb? To be honest."

Mark's mouth was opened, but no sound came out.

Zhou Yi analyzed for him one by one, based on what he and Mark had observed after training together for a week.

In the end Mark was speechless.

Zhou Yi said: "I know you find this incredible and 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 saw his stats for the first time, which was probably the same as Mark's - his mind was full of doubts about whether he could continue to play football.

These cold numbers are not emotional at all, but they really reflect his level at that time.

Nothing speaks louder than numbers.

Believe it or not, the numbers are there.

Mark couldn't hold his head up anymore after being told. Zhou Yi guessed that he must have begun to doubt whether it was right for him to choose football.

Modeling myself is for special training with him,

It wasn't to dampen his self-confidence and make him doubt himself.

So he patted Mark on the shoulder: "First of all, Mark. Only by facing up to your own weaknesses can you improve. If you don't even know what your own weaknesses are, how can you know which direction to work hard? So being weak is no big deal Yes. Besides, isn’t our special training just to improve our own strength? If you are very strong, why do you need special training?”

Speaking of special training, Mark finally shifted his attention from self-doubt and self-denial: "By the way, don't we want special training? Zhou Yi, why do you come out like 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 Yi was about to finish pinching, he complained: "It's not fair, you made yourself so handsome!"

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

Mark shook his head and waved his hands: "Not at all!"

"Jealous!" After Zhou Yi convicted Mark, he pressed the OK button, and the virtual handsome appearance of Zhou Yi was frozen and preserved.

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

Finally, there are various attributes that Mark is most concerned about. As a fan of Zhou Yi, he would naturally think that Zhou Yi was stronger than himself, and what he was stronger than Zhou Yi might just be his physical strength.

Mark's own physical strength is 70. In the column of physical fitness, this level is actually not very good. But at any rate, he can persist in playing the whole game without being exhausted and almost collapsed.

He watched Zhou Yi set up his own data.

Fifty-one shots, forty-seven headers... eighty-one short passes!

"Wow!" Mark exclaimed when he saw this number.

But Zhou Yi immediately turned the joystick back again, and the number began to decrease, from eighty-one to seventy before stopping.

"Confiscated, there are too many settings." Zhou Yi explained.

"Tch..." Mark rolled his eyes.

After a while, when he saw Zhou Yi in the column of "Vision", he kept turning the joystick to the right, and the number was jumping rapidly, from the initial forty to ninety-nine, he couldn't help but He kept asking, "It was confiscated again?"

Zhou Yi let go of the rocker, but didn't dial it back.

"No, I'm that tall."

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

"It's hard to explain, but I'm really talented in this area..." Zhou Yi was not polite.

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

"I don't need to grow up on this." Zhou Yi said it with confidence, which made Mark want to beat him up. "What I need to grow is passing, shooting, physical strength, strength... these things. But vision is my talent, and these things need to be upgraded, so how can I mess around? How do you think I can Two goals against you? I see all the spaces in your formation!"

For Zhou Yi's remarks, Mark thought he was bragging, and bragging was quite common among teenagers.

He didn't continue to argue with Zhou Yi, but just hummed twice to express his disbelief.

Zhou Yi didn't bother to explain to him, anyway, he would understand sooner or later.

Create your character, save and exit, and replace both of them with the two substitutes in Dortmund's team. Zhou Yi chose the Master League mode and chose Dortmund as the manipulation team.

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

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

Zhou Yi chose himself and let Mark choose himself.

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

"The special training is very simple. In the game, you only control yourself, and I only control myself. You are the striker, and I am the midfielder. Your task is to run and receive my pass, and put the football into the goal."

"Sounds very simple. Come on! Watch me score five goals in one game!" Mark was eager to try.

"Don't be ridiculous, I set it to five-star difficulty."

While talking, the game has already started. After quickly pressing the previous entry animation, the game can finally start.

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

Originally Mark thought it would be very simple, playing games, who wouldn't? He's a football game master!

But when a game was over, he stared at the "0" behind Dortmund's name in a daze. Dortmund didn't score a goal, and he didn't score a goal either...

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

Zhou Yi spread his hands helplessly beside him: "Why is this impossible? You are simply running around...Look at the game statistics, Dortmund's eleven offsides in a game are all contributed by you! You were able to offside eleven times in the five minutes of the half, I really convinced you... I take back the previous statement that you think your tactical awareness and running position are good..."

"No, no, it's the first time I play the mode of only operating one person. I'm not used to it. Sometimes you control the ball in the backcourt, and I just remove the screen..." Mark explained.

"Don't you know how to read the mini-map? Besides, you haven't played the 'Legend of Greenery' mode?" Zhou Yi didn't believe Mark's explanation.

"This... I'm not used to it, I'm not used to it..."

"Come on again. Don't think it's easy. Although you use the controller to control it, it actually tests your own brain and your ability to find space and move around on the court."

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

In this way, the two started a full-fledged "special training" with controllers and game consoles.

In the end, the two of them ended today's "special training" an hour later than usual.

Rubbing his sore thumb, Mark frowned and said, "No matter how well the game is done, it's just a game after all, and it can't perfectly simulate the real situation. Will we use the game for special training... not very professional?"

"No way, you have seen the specific content of this special training. In fact, you run and I pass it on. But there is no way to practice without the cooperation of the two of us. We can only simulate it in the game. Anyway, that's what it means, to find a feeling of cooperation, you have to get used to my way of playing football." Zhou Yi spread his hands.

"Well..." Mark nodded. "You also need to get used to my way of playing football."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

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

But when he said this, it was not easy for him to explain why to Mark.

People with secrets are troubled like this. There are too many things that cannot be explained and cannot be said.

"Well, although I was scolded by you many times during the special training, I still thank you, Zhou Yi. You gave me some confidence in my future."

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

"Yes! To become a big star! To become a Dortmund legend and celebrity!" Mark also clenched his fists and shouted.