The template of Madoka Kaname: I rose from adversity to the summit.

After the match against Bochum, the team's cohesion has improved considerably.

Only crises can help young players grow quickly.

Hoffman knew this well, and taking advantage of the poor defense in the previous game, he thoroughly tested the young players who didn't usually like to practice defense.

One-on-one marking.

Regional joint prevention and supplementary prevention.

Defensive tactics and positioning.

Physical training.

Four of the most tedious training exercises took up the entire week's training time.

However, this time the players dared not complain.

Yuan Meng, however, couldn't feel happy at all.

[Defense: 69→70] (Reaching the U19 threshold, proficiency gain is halved)

[Flexibility: 64→65]

Some of his attributes are above average for U19, so these defensive training exercises won't improve him much.

He had no choice but to practice shooting and dribbling every day.

On the court, Yuan Meng, often panting, could be seen staying behind alone to do individual training.

Brut was spurred on by him and decided to stay and train extra.

This is like a pillow delivered just when you're about to fall asleep!

The two players are left and right wingers, which is perfect for them to face off in 1v1 situations on the flanks.

With defenders around, Yuan Meng practiced his dribbling skills diligently. If he managed to get past someone, he would curl a shot from the edge of the box.

This set of exercises can train your explosiveness, dribbling, and shooting skills.

In this kind of training, Yuan Meng won more often than she lost, and often made Brutter furious.

Swish!

Another beautiful corner shot into the net!

[Long-range shot: 60→61]

[Shots on goal: 64 → 65]

"I'm not playing anymore, give me the ball, I want to go home!" Brut turned and walked away, as if he had made up his mind.

Yuan Meng watched his angry back and shouted behind him.

"You can go back, but leave the ball with me. It's the club's official ball!"

Butru's shoulders stiffened, and he angrily threw the ball aside.

Yuan Meng smiled and shook her head. This was because Brute had given her psychological trauma.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He was tall but not bulky, with a thin face, prominent cheekbones, and a sharp jawline, giving him an overall angular and angular appearance.

What's most striking is his eyes, sharp as a hawk's. When he stares at you, the hairs on your body stand on end, as if nothing can escape his scrutiny.

Yuan Meng suddenly realized where this sense of familiarity came from.

This is the first team head coach, Tuchel.

"Ignore me and keep practicing."

Yuan Meng was about to go up and say hello, but the lines she was about to say were already running through her mind. She swallowed them back down because of this sentence.

He had no choice but to continue with his practice plan.

With Bruter gone, he couldn't practice dribbling past anyone, so he kept cutting inside and curling shots.

[Anthony's long-range curling shot]

[Proficiency +1]

……

[Proficiency: Minor Mastery (38/100)]

Unlike traditional German coaches who like to yell, Tuchel falls into a peculiar quiet atmosphere when he is examining or thinking, his eyes wandering as if he is simulating something in his mind.

He quietly watched Yuan Meng train from the side.

Yuan Meng was getting into the swing of things and ignored the stares coming from behind her.

The two were in the same venue, but in different spaces.

By the time Yuan Meng finished practicing, Tuchel had already disappeared.

He scratched his head, feeling utterly bewildered.

Why did the first team head coach come to see me?

He hasn't received any notification to join the first team yet.

……

The players' dormitory was very noisy at night.

A group of players got together to play video games.

"Yuan, are you stupid! Ronaldo is far away, why did you cross with Alaba!" Brute was still arguing with Yuan Meng because he had been humiliated during the day.

"You're the stupid one!" Yuan Meng cursed. "Neymar cut inside, of course you should have just passed it to him!"

Yuan Meng controlled Neymar and fired a low shot that went straight through Neuer's goal.

"See that?! Apologize to me!"

Yuan Meng thrashed Gabriel 2-0, proving unbeatable.

"We have to accept defeat!"

Brut quickly stepped forward and snatched the controller: "My turn! Watch how I beat you!"

Twenty minutes later...

Yuan Meng had a bad start, made a series of blunders, but then she made a triumphant return and delivered her acceptance speech.

Yuan Meng raised her hands high, smiling smugly, just like a villain trying to suppress the protagonist.

"Looks like I won again tonight!"

"You wait, we'll fight again tomorrow night!" Brut pretended to look at a watch that wasn't actually on his wrist before going back to his room to sleep.

Why is this child so afraid of losing?

Yuan Meng packed up her game console and prepared to get some rest.

"Yuan..." Kiefertten, lying on the bed, suddenly spoke up, "Your followers have increased a lot!"

"What fans?"

"You're trending on Instagram!"

"Really?!"

Yuan Meng isn't someone who likes to post updates. She hasn't used Instagram much since registering, only occasionally checking out football-related news.

He checked his phone and saw that he had gained more than 20,000 followers.

Instagram Hot Topics:

A spinning top has appeared in Borussia Dortmund U19!

Another prodigy emerges: following Pulisic, another Dortmund youth academy player is attracting attention.

"A Spinning Man? A Flash of Genius, or a Clown's Attention-Seeking?"

Yuan Meng sighed as she held her phone.

"Sigh, fame brings trouble."

"I haven't even joined the first team yet, and there's already criticism?"

Kieretten cast a disdainful glance at him.

"Come on, you've never been able to suppress the corners of your mouth."

"Haha, duh, I'm hot now!"

As expected of Madoka Kaname's template, she naturally attracts attention.

……

9 month 11 day.

The fifth round of the German U19 Youth League.

Yuan Meng unsurprisingly started the game again.

"The Spinning Top Boy is here!"

"Yuan, please sign this for me later!"

"I want a photo with them, and I want to post it on Instagram!"

With her back to the stands, Yuan Meng made an "OK" sign before stepping onto the field.

He was incredibly focused at that moment because the team had received shocking news.

First team head coach Tuchel is coming to watch the U19 match.

Hoffman's teeth chattered with nervousness. He had only been there a few days, and this had already attracted the attention of Mr. Tuchel from the first team.

If any player gets promoted, it's all thanks to his achievements!

He thought about it for two days and made up his mind.

This match will be all about attacking football!

Even sacrificing some defensive stability cannot shake his determination.

Their opponents, Bielefeld U19, were simply unremarkable and had no chance to perform any better.

To increase the team's speed, Chierretten, who was good at acting as a target man, was sacrificed, and Larsen took over as the starting center forward.

The opposing team has a tall striker, so center-back Frich, who had a poor performance in the last game, is still starting. He is Dortmund U19's aerial defense expert.

The players took their positions.

A notification sound rang in Yuan Meng's mind after a long absence.

You have caught the attention of the first-team head coach.

Please win this match and achieve a player rating of 8.0 or higher.

[Reward: Randomly learn one "Yuan Shen" skill]

Please note that the higher the rating, the greater the chance of being promoted to the first team.

[The system shop will be unlocked after promotion to the first team]

A rating of 8.0?

A chance for the first team?

Players typically start with a rating of 6.0, which is adjusted based on their performance. If they perform exceptionally well, their rating will generally be around 7.0.

To reach an 8.0 rating, one goal or assist might not be enough.

This means he should go on a killing spree.

As the weather in Germany grew colder in September, Yuan Meng felt no chill.

His blood was boiling.

8.0?

Exactly what I want!

After spending so many years in the youth team, wasn't it all for this chance to shine in front of everyone!