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

Chapter 127 Teaching Apprentices? Can't teach even a little bit.

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"Coach Ten Hag, congratulations on your resounding victory over Nice and your advancement to the Champions League play-offs."

"You didn't show any dominance at Nice's home ground last time, so why did you win 3-0 against Nice this time?"

Ten Hag held up one finger: "Last time we only scored one goal, we didn't put enough pressure on Nice."

He then switched to three fingers: "In this match, we scored three goals through high-pressing attacks, completely destroying Nice's fighting spirit, which allowed us to keep a clean sheet!"

Do you know why this is?

Berenskir ​​from "The Ajax Show" shook his head, waiting for Ten Hag to reveal the secret.

Ten Hag stated matter-of-factly, "This is because the players understood my tactical requirements more deeply, and they executed my tactics perfectly; that's the reason for the victory!"

"Brilliant! Brilliant!" Berenz clapped.

However, he noticed that Yuan Meng was looking at Teng Hag with disdain, which immediately piqued his interest.

"Yuan Meng, what do you think were the reasons for this victory?"

Yuan Meng mimicked Ten Hag by holding up one finger: "We only scored one goal in the last game, right?"

Berenz recalled for a moment and nodded: "Indeed."

Yuan Meng held up two fingers: "I contributed one goal and one assist in this match, right?"

Berenz frowned. "That's true, but what does it matter?"

Yuan Meng smiled and asked a very silly question: "What is 3 minus 2?"

Faced with such a kindergarten-level question, Berenz replied dismissively, "Of course it equals 1, is there even a need to ask?"

Yuan Meng smiled and looked at Berenz, wondering if the reporter would be able to react.

Berens noticed the hidden meaning in Yuan Meng's smile and suddenly came to his senses.

"You mean, if we subtract your one goal and one assist, Ajax will still only have one goal in this match, the same result as the last one!"

"Bingo! Congratulations on getting it right!" Yuan Meng raised an eyebrow. "Now you know why we won."

A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience; the reporters were utterly impressed by Yuan Meng's flawless mathematical logic.

Ten Hag's expression darkened. He cleared his throat and said, "Yuan Meng, isn't it because of my tactics that you were in a comfortable position to receive the ball?"

Yuan Meng glanced at him sideways: "If I hadn't tracked back, that ball on the wing would probably have been in danger. Who was it that told me not to track back?"

"If I remember correctly, it wouldn't be our great Teng—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ten Hag raised his hand to stop him and announced to the reporters.

"This great victory is all thanks to Yuan Meng's outstanding performance!"

The audience erupted in applause, and many well-known journalists took notes on Ten Hag's remarks.

Ajax thrashes Nice, Yuan Meng delivers a dream debut.

Ajax goes all out, spending €3100 million to bring in a future superstar!

Ten Hag is humble and attributed the victory to the players' excellent performance.

Upon seeing the third report, Yuan Meng immediately realized it was a diversionary tactic employed by "The Ajax Show," indicating that locals still quite support Ten Hag.

But then again, Ten Hag is just asking for trouble. Give him a little encouragement and he'll take it all. He's clearly capable, but he's inexplicably stubborn.

Yuan Meng wasn't in the mood to argue with him; she had important things to do, like teaching Dolberg how to play football.

During the individual training session, Yuan Meng skipped and hopped over to Dolberg.

"Little brother, I'll teach you how to play football."

Dolberg's eyes lit up, but he politely declined, saying, "Mr. Huntelaar is teaching me, brother, you don't need to waste your time on me."

Oh no, did I choose the wrong person? He already has a master!

Yuan Meng's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked the system.

"Can I change my bandage now?"

[Yes, but your faith points will be reset to zero.]

Dolberg's current Faith value: 65

"Huh? Why did it go up by two points?"

[The host delivered a perfect debut, gaining a good reputation in Amsterdam, and the target's respect for you has increased.]

"So that's how it works!" Yuan Meng thought for a moment, reluctant to give up her current 65 faith points, "Then forget it, I'll max out his faith points first before switching to someone else."

Yuan Meng forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'll just watch from the side. You can learn from me."

Dolberg, not understanding what was going on, continued to learn the back-to-back technique from Huntelaar.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the stadium, and Huntelaar's shouts echoed incessantly.

"Relax your shoulders, don't stand so stiffly!" Huntelaar demonstrated, turning to block the imaginary defender with his back, and patting his own back. "Use your body to feel the defender's position, quickly find the angle to turn!"

Dolberg frowned; when he carried someone with his back turned, the ball was always out of control.

Yuan Meng watched for a while and couldn't help but interject, "You guys must be exhausted from practicing like this. Why don't I simulate a defender? He should have a different experience."

Huntelaar wholeheartedly agreed: "Yes, you can help if you have time. Pressure is what drives progress."

Yuan Meng stood behind Dolberg and found that she was a few centimeters shorter than him, but she was a perfect fit for the role of a simulated center-back.

Huntelaar tossed the ball, and just as Dolberg was about to catch it, Yuan Meng suddenly stretched out her leg and wrapped her arm around Dolberg's waist to prevent him from turning around.

Snapped!

The ball was intercepted.

Dolberg looked at Huntelaar blankly: "Master, what happened?"

Huntelaar asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Dolberg's eyes were vacant, and he couldn't explain himself.

Yuan Meng patiently explained to him, "You've been observing the ball for too long. You only need to glance at the ball to simulate its landing point in your mind. You should focus your energy on competing against me."

"Hiss~ That makes sense! Let's do it again!"

Dolberg got into position, ready to meet Yuan Meng's attack.

This time, Dolberg blocked Yuan Meng's attack, and then—

Snapped!

The ball was intercepted again.

"Why this time?" Dolberg couldn't understand.

Yuan Meng explained to him again: "After the confrontation, you should have controlled the ball. Why did you leave it stationary? Weren't you trying to lure me into stealing it?"

Dolberg slapped his forehead: "That's right, that makes sense!"

Yuan Meng couldn't hold back any longer and slapped him on the back of the head: "Then why don't you concentrate!"

Dolberg said aggrievedly, "It's because you're too strong that I can't concentrate on controlling the ball."

"————"

"Okay, it's my fault."

For the sake of the new template, please be a little more patient.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Meng and the others finally left when the coach came to shoo them away.

Dolberg touched the three new bumps that had grown on his head, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

Amstelfen, inside the villa.

Yuan Meng lay on the soft sofa, drinking a sugar-free beverage, reflecting on whether she had been too harsh on Dolberg.

His skills are either systematically instilled in his brain or learned from top players. After all, Dolberg was promoted from Ajax's youth academy, so it's normal for him to be immature.

"Sigh, maybe I'm not cut out to be a teacher."

"System, should I find someone else? Let the young man practice slowly, so as not to force him to grow too fast."

[Missionary Target: Dolberg]

[Faith Points: 72]

[Host, are you sure you want to change personnel?]

Yuan Meng sprang up from the sofa.

"Your faith points have increased?"

Why?

"Is Dolberg an M?"