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

Chapter 120: Captain Becomes Nanny, Weight Loss Supervisor Arrives

The morning training session has ended.

The players are having a lively discussion in the locker room.

Neres was tidying up his cabinet when they suddenly started chatting.

"Have you heard? That girl named Yuan Meng has gotten as fat as a pig!"

"I saw it! I was really shocked to see a professional player with a belly." Onana laughed heartily while clutching his stomach. As a goalkeeper, he could look around from time to time, and he noticed that Yuan Meng had a slight jiggling of fat on her stomach, which was a rare sight.

"Say less," interrupted the young center-back De Ligt. "Be careful the boss doesn't hear you."

"Tsk tsk tsk~" Onana shook her finger. "It's okay, the boss is also very angry. I heard him call me a pig 100 times."

"Really?" Nerez put everything into the cabinet, walked over to Onana, and asked, "Do you know how much the boss paid for Yuan Meng?"

Onana thought for a moment: "It seems to be... twenty million?"

Neres smiled and shook his head: "Too little, a flat price, 3100 million euros!"

"Wow, the boss spent 3100 million to buy a pig. Do you think he took a kickback?" Onana asked in a low voice.

A large hand pressed down on Onana's head, and everyone fell silent after recognizing the owner of the hand.

Onana struggled to turn her neck and look at the person behind her.

"Boss, what are you doing here?"

Tenhag narrowed his eyes, a chilling smile on his face: "Who are you calling a kickback?"

"What kickbacks?" Onana shook her head frantically. "I don't know, I never said that!"

Ten Hag didn't bother arguing with him and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"The friendly match is at 7 p.m. tomorrow. It's the perfect time to test our results. Everyone should get some rest. We also have a tactical meeting tomorrow morning."

"Yes, boss."

After most of the people had left, Ten Hag left Captain Feltman behind.

Ten Hag's tone was tinged with helplessness: "Joel, you're one of the veterans on the team. Keep an eye on Yuan Meng for me and make sure he loses weight."

Feltman nodded silently; if he could, he really didn't want to be a nanny.

Ten Hag noticed Feltman's slight mood and comforted him, "Thank you for your help. You may not believe it, but Yuan Meng is really capable. He will help us win the championship."

He paused, then added, "If he can get back to his normal size."

"Okay, boss, I'll do my best," Feltman agreed.

Yuan Meng had just finished her afternoon training and came to the locker room.

He felt that the training plan set for him by the sports science expert was a bit conservative. Although he had a layer of fat armor on his abs, his legs and arms hadn't changed much. He could still play football, but he got tired faster than usual.

After he rests for a while and adjusts his breathing, he can continue to move around.

When Ten Hag saw Yuan Meng walk in, his headache started to flare up again. He left with only the words "You should try your best" and left, leaving Captain Feltman and Yuan Meng staring at each other.

Yuan Meng smiled and extended her hand: "I heard you're the captain, right?"

Feltman nodded and reached out to shake Yuan Meng's outstretched hand: "Just call me Joel. Starting today, I'll supervise your weight loss. Let me know your progress."

"Oh, okay." Yuan Meng showed the training schedule to Feltman, then pointed to the last item and said, "Only cold compresses and physical therapy are left to complete."

Feltman's pupils contracted sharply: "You finished both your morning workout and afternoon cardio in one afternoon?"

"Yeah, of course, not much, less than the training I did in the Premier League," Yuan Meng replied matter-of-factly.

Feltman cast an incredulous look at her, his gaze lingering on Yuan Meng's stomach.

Everything else is fine; he's basically about the same size as a muscular center-back, but that belly—

"Um, you really didn't put anything on your stomach?" Feltman asked.

"Why would I need to wear a pad?" Yuan Meng pulled up her clothes and patted her rather bouncy belly. "This layer of fat is genuine; it's all from my hard work eating my way up."

Why are you so proud?!

Feltman screamed inwardly, barely managing to control his facial expression, and unconsciously reached out to pinch Yuan Meng's stomach.

"Oh? So you still have abs!"

"Of course I am. I eat a lot and train a lot too," Yuan Meng whispered in Feltman's ear. "Actually, I did some light training during my vacation as well."

"Then it's not surprising, it's perfectly normal!"

Veltman realized that while the new signing might be a bit out of control with his mouth, he still had a professional attitude. Many responsible players would schedule some training during their vacation to maintain their form.

Yuan Meng right before our eyes is exactly like that!

"Okay, go take a shower first, and I'll take you to physiotherapy later." Feltman's expression softened, and he found Yuan Meng much more pleasing to the eye.

"OK!" Yuan Meng jumped up from the stool, her little belly bouncing slightly.

Feltman's lips twitched as he hypnotized himself: He'll lose weight soon, he trains a lot!

CEO's Office.

Ten Hag is giving a report on his work.

CEO Edwin van der Sar, who took office last November, accepted Ten Hag's suggestion to bring in a future superstar in order to make some achievements.

However, Teng Hag's report did not mention Yuan Meng, this key figure.

Van der Sar frowned and gestured to interrupt, "Eric (Teng Hag), I remember that young man named Yuan came to the team today, why didn't you mention him?"

"What? Is his strength not as good as expected?"

Meeting Van der Sar's disapproving gaze, Ten Hag broke out in a cold sweat.

The superstar has arrived, but the difference between the buyer's show and the seller's show is quite large.

"He's here. He passed the physical fitness test, but since it's his first day with the team, we didn't let him do too much training," Ten Hag replied, forcing a smile.

Van der Sar pointed at Ten Hag with satisfaction: "That's what I like about you, you're so thoughtful."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked into the distance: "Amsterdam, what a beautiful city! Imagine the economic impact if a football superstar were born here!"

He turned to Ten Hag and said, "Let's not delay the unveiling of the new signings. It would be best to do it tomorrow to give the fans a surprise. They've been waiting for this for a long time."

Ten Hag's nails were digging into his flesh, and his brain was working frantically.

What other excuses are there?

Give me at least two weeks to help the pig lose weight!

How can Yuan Meng present herself to the fans in this state?

Van der Sar gave him a questioning look: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Ten Hag forced a smile and said, "Tomorrow's training match is a bit tight on schedule—isn't it? How about postponing it a little, like a week?"

"Tsk, how can that be?" Van der Sar turned the laptop screen on the table toward Ten Hag and pointed to the fan comments under the official account. "Look, the fans are urging us every day under the official account. They can't wait any longer."

"I see!" Van der Sar paced back and forth for a while with his hands behind his back. "Let's schedule the press conference after the match, so Yuan can play for a bit and warm up for the press conference."

Ten Hag dared not agree and desperately made excuses: "He just joined the team and is not ready to play yet. I will not send him to play in the next game."

"Hey, why can't you be more flexible?" Van der Sar patted Ten Hag on the shoulder and advised him kindly, "Just let him play for a while in the last thirty minutes of the game, mainly to give him a chance to show his skills."

"OK?"

Ten Hag had no reason to refuse, so he reluctantly agreed.