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

The warm-up is a 6v2 rondo game, using the two-footed ball-handling rule.

Yuan Meng stood in the circle, surrounded by young faces.

His group consisted mostly of young people, led by captain Schmelzer.

At first, the pace was a bit slow, but Yuan Meng made several interceptions of the ball thanks to her amazing explosive power.

Captain Schmelzer offered encouragement from time to time.

"Not bad, young man."

"Anticipate more and observe the footwork."

That's it.

After winning the ball, the roles are switched.

When Yuan Meng passes the ball to her teammates, you can clearly feel the difference in rhythm.

No one in the first team will take care of you. At most, they'll offer a few words of comfort, but they'll show no mercy on the ball. The speed and power of the ball will be great, and it's very easy to expose your basic skill problems.

Five minutes later, the players got a feel for the ball and the pace increased dramatically again.

Schmelzer suddenly gave the order.

"Change to a one-touch pass."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the football suddenly blurred past his feet.

Weigl, who was in the same circle, also started to speed up and was able to intercept passes from time to time.

Yuan Meng was somewhat impressed. Weigl truly deserved to be a starting defensive midfielder at the age of 21; his interception ability was truly exceptional.

The warm-up rondo drills have turned into a pressing exercise.

One-touch passing is not Yuan Meng's forte; he occasionally makes passing errors, resulting in the ball being switched into the penalty area.

But he wasn't annoyed at all, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to keeping up with his teammates' pace.

[Defensive proficiency: +0.02]

Passing Proficiency: +0.04

……

Even while performing these basic actions, Yuan Meng would occasionally hear prompts in her ears.

Training quality should be more important than training duration.

Training with the first team and higher-level players is the shortcut to improving proficiency.

Ten minutes later, the warm-up was over.

Defense and passing proficiency each increased by 0.4.

This training session must not directly increase your attribute by two points!

Tuchel is assigning training tasks. The recent schedule has been very tight, so the training intensity is not high. Today's training session is an attacking session.

Not far away, a black figure crept closer, trying to blend into the group.

"Dembele! Why are you late again!"

Tuchel's sharp gaze locked onto Dembele, who shivered and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"Boss, I had insomnia last night."

Tuchel rarely showed his anger on his face, and he demanded sharply, "Insomnia! Who are you trying to fool! Were you playing games all night again?!"

"Hehe, we've been found out."

Tuher silently rubbed his forehead.

"Same as always, go run laps!"

"Yes, boss."

Dembele jogged off happily.

Yuan Meng curiously sized up Dembele, who had become a key player at the age of 20. He looked unremarkable and exuded a strange sense of relaxation.

"Ignore him, continue with the attack and defense drills as we just discussed."

Tuchel regained his composure, blew his whistle, and the players took their positions.

The first move was a 1v1 breakthrough finish, with captain Schmelzer acting as the defender for Yuan Meng's team.

Several attacking players took turns practicing lateral movement and shooting under Schmelzer's defense.

boom!

Column.

call out!

Slightly off course.

Snapped!

It was cut off.

……

Yuan Meng was speechless. How did these animals train? How could someone with his speed have so much trouble getting past people?

It has to be said that Schmelzer's defense is really experienced. He is indeed a defensive full-back. He is not slow, has a good physique, and his tackles are quick and accurate.

The proficiency notification that came to Yuan Meng's mind was like heavenly music, and the setback he suffered on the field made him extremely painful.

He thus experienced the extreme pleasure of both the joy of the harvest and the pain of being tortured.

Halfway through the practice, Dembele rushed over to line up, looking at the unfamiliar face of Yuan Meng.

"Hey, newbie."

"What advice do you have for me, elder brother?"

"It's nothing. I see you're quite evenly matched with both feet, so why don't you use them when you break through?"

Yuan Meng didn't quite understand.

"Am I supposed to touch the ball with both feet at the same time?"

Dembele scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

"Watch me do it once."

Yuan Meng stepped aside to let Dembele go first.

The coach threw the ball onto the field.

Dembele effortlessly controlled the ball with the outside of his foot and dribbled forward.

Schmelzer's expression changed, and he became visibly serious, taking the initiative to step forward and apply pressure.

Dembele performed two stepovers, then suddenly flicked the ball with his right foot, looking like he was about to start moving.

However, Schmelzer was not fooled; his forward movement was an illusion, and his center of gravity did not actually shift forward.

He leaned to one side, his arm already supporting Dembele.

This arm-raising motion is not just about applying pressure, but more like a detector; top defenders use this method to sense the ball handler's movements.

In this situation, Dembele suddenly swayed his body, quickly flicked the ball with his left foot, and pulled away half a body length.

Schmelzer reacted quickly and caught up again.

In that instant, Dembele moved his left foot again, making a flicking motion to the right, seemingly about to force his way through.

Schmelzer followed up, but it turned out to be a feint; Dembele's right foot was already on the ball, ready to turn.

"Can you still keep up?" Yuan Meng's eyes widened as she watched Schmelzer suddenly accelerate and brace himself against Dembele's waist from behind.

"Wasn't he arrested?"

Dembele's right foot glided over the ball like a dragonfly skimming the water, the ball barely moving under his feet. Just as Schmelzer's hand touched his waist, the ball was suddenly flicked by his heel and slipped between Schmelzer's legs.

Dembele abruptly stopped his rightward turn, then turned left and cut past the defender before shooting directly without adjusting.

What a fast kick!

Unfortunately, it hit the crossbeam.

Yuan Meng exclaimed that she had learned something.

That was top-notch ball control!

How many feints per second?

What's even more amazing is that Schmelzer reacted to every feint.

In other words, these feints are very threatening to the defender, forcing him to respond.

Yuan Meng tried out Dembele's move.

A sudden stop, a feint with the right foot, a half-turn, and a shot—all done in one fluid motion!

feels good.

It's at least 30% similar, but I don't know what's wrong; the shot was blocked by Schmelzer.

Yuan Meng returned to the group, her big eyes full of curiosity.

"Brother Deng, if you don't mind, I'd like to become your sworn brother. Could you teach me how to practice?"

"What's there to practice? That's how you play dribbling. Just try a few more times and you'll get the hang of it."

That damned genius!

Yuan Meng pressed for more information.

"Why didn't the captain fall for my feints? I'm clearly faster than him, but he can still keep up with my last step."

"Oh, this one."

Dembele asked for a football and gave an explanation.

"You only did half of your movement, like turning around."

Dembele explained and demonstrated at the same time.

"After you turned your body, your foot didn't touch the ball. The captain could definitely tell that you were faking a turn."

"That's not right." Yuan Meng couldn't help but doubt her eyes. "Brother Deng, the ball didn't go to the side when you turned around."

"That's because I stopped."

Dembele gave a live demonstration.

"Didn't you see? My foot flicked the ball to the right, but after my right foot landed, it stuck in place."

Yuan Meng was completely bewildered. From a distance, it looked like Dembele's foot had barely touched the ball; the ball hadn't moved at all.

It's quite obvious from close up that their footsteps were moving too fast.

This is not some mysterious magic, but rather the ultimate precision and control of force.

"Also, when you faked the spike, you weren't using any power in your legs, and the speed was wrong. That won't do!"

Dembele cut inside the ball, and Yuan Meng clearly saw Dembele's thigh leave a blur, but his foot was firmly stuck in front of the ball.

If Yuan Meng were the defender, she would definitely think that the spike was real.

Awesome!

Besides "awesome," Yuan Meng couldn't find any other word.

[Congratulations, host, you have learned a skill from a top-tier athlete]

[The skill of learning from others has been unlocked]

[You can bind yourself to a star player and learn from them]

[Favor: Provide valuable assistance to the bound party to gain a "favor"] (The value is determined by the bound party)

[Returning the Gift: After gaining a "favor," you can use the "favor" to learn a skill from the target or increase the proficiency of a skill you have already learned.]

Favors and reciprocating gifts?

This system has a strange feel to it.