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

[Dembele has been identified as a target for learning from.]

Each binding lasts for one month, after which you can choose again.

Current number of favors received: 0

Back in her dorm, Yuan Meng was pondering how to make Dembele owe her a favor.

He's not short of money, so giving him gifts is definitely not an option.

Helping to provide assists in the game?

That's unrealistic either. He's just been promoted to the first team, and it's not even certain he'll get to play.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Dembele, whom I had just added as a friend during the day, sent me a message.

I heard you're really good at video games, do you play CS:GO?

[Play! My great Earth (rank).]

[Log in! I'll add you as a friend!]

With nothing much to do that evening, Yuan Meng spent time playing ranked games with Dembele.

"Yuan, give me an A1 high flash!"

"no problem!"

"Yuan, help me set up the firing line!"

"no problem!"

"Yuan, look at this sniper rifle?"

"Brother Harden, you've worked hard, you take it!"

At 2 a.m., Dembele finally broke through the Gold level and reached the AK rank.

Dembele is filled with gratitude towards you.

[Favor: 1 (Dembele)]

[Will personal connections be used?]

Yuan Meng clicked "Yes".

"So many skills? Let me see."

Balanced with both feet, masterful first step, powerful shot, skillful lob, agile and swift...

Wait, a human-ball combination!

This is exactly what I wanted!

Yuan Meng's biggest problem right now is that she is prone to making mistakes while dribbling. Despite her good strength and speed, she is easily contained by Bundesliga-level defenders.

[Returning the gift...]

[Already learned: Human-ball coordination]

[Proficiency Level: Beginner (0/100)]

I threw high-flying balls for Harden, and Harden taught me how to play soccer.

perfect!

Yuan Shen, it's not that I, Yuan Meng, betrayed you, but rather that your ball control skills just haven't improved, so it's not my fault.

Having never stayed up this late before, Yuan Meng quickly drifted off to sleep.

……

9 month 17 day.

Yuan Meng, carrying a shoulder bag and holding a tactics notebook, boarded the bus bound for Westfalen Stadium.

He wasn't included in the squad for the Champions League match a couple of days ago because he hadn't memorized the tactics yet. Tuchel won't use a player who can't execute his tactics.

Today is different; Yuan Meng has remembered her responsibilities on the field.

That is—consumables!

He needs to use his tireless running in the final stages of the game to help his teammates, whose stamina is waning, stabilize the defense on the right flank and right side.

This great and glorious task was Tuchel's tactical requirement for him.

The bus slowly drove into the side rear gate of the stadium.

"Thump~ thump~"

The bus slowly came to a stop, and rhythmic clapping sounds came from outside the windows, reminding the players that they had arrived.

The players proceeded to the locker room via a designated passageway.

Yuan Meng was wearing headphones and a brand-new yellow team jersey with black stripes and the Borussia Dortmund team crest printed on the chest.

He followed behind the team, head down, looking at the tactics book, only using his peripheral vision to locate the number 7 jersey in front of him, so as not to lose track of him.

Stepping into this place for the first time, Yuan Meng dared not let herself get too caught up in the novelty. Even for players at the end of the bench, opportunities might quietly come.

Whether he can seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will determine his future.

The locker room was filled with the refreshing scent of peppermint spray.

The players sat in their positions in a semi-circle, with Tuchel making minor adjustments to the tactics board directly in front of them.

One tactical board shows the team's positioning and attack routes during attacks, while the other tactical board shows the defensive pressing routes and defensive formations.

Yuan Meng had already clearly memorized this information.

Dembele rubbed Yuan Meng's shoulder.

"Little brother, don't be nervous, it's okay if you can't remember."

Yuan Meng shook her head helplessly.

"Deng, not everyone is allowed to make mistakes like you."

"Besides, you're just shooting down the left flank, what do you need to memorize?"

"Hiss~" Dembele slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "That does seem to be true."

"Quiet, focus."

Tuchel's voice rang out, still calm.

He doesn't like to yell or shout; he can make the players understand what they should do just by giving them a glance.

It gives off a strong sense of a homeroom teacher.

Reus is still recovering from injury, so Dortmund made slight adjustments to their formation.

面对保级队达姆施塔特98，图赫尔排出4-1-4-1的攻击型阵型。

Goalkeeper: Bürki

Defenders: Schmelzer (left), Bartra, Sokratis, Passlack

Single defensive midfielder: Weigl

Midfielders: Dembele (left), Guerreiro, Castro, Pulisic (right)

Lone striker: Ramos

With several key players resting, Yuan Meng took this opportunity to be included in the roster.

He followed the team onto the field, where a deafening roar of cheers filled the air.

The air was filled with a sense of awe. Yuan Meng saw that the fans in the stands were far away from her, but their voices seemed to linger in her ears.

The roar continued, and Yuan Meng could vaguely make out that the fans were singing the team song.

"Wir halten fest und treu zusammen,

(We are closely connected, loyal to each other.)

Borussia Dortmund, unser Verein."

(Borussia Dortmund, our club.)

"Für immer rot und schwarz, wir steh』n zusammen,

(Forever red and black, we stand united.)

Borussia Dortmund, unser Verein."

(Borussia Dortmund, our club.)

Dortmund fans don't often use this team song; they prefer to chant simpler and more powerful cheers like "Heja BVB" (Come on, Dortmund).

Today is different. After losing to the rising star RB Leipzig in the last match, they are showing their loyalty and trust in the club with their team anthem!

This also puts pressure on the team; they absolutely must win this match against a relegation-threatened team!

Yuan Meng's eardrums were throbbing, and her heart was pounding.

He truly felt that he was in the famous "devil's home ground" of Westphalia.

A certain Yabao live streaming platform...

"Welcome to the Bundesliga Round 3 match between Borussia Dortmund and Darmstadt."

"I am your broadcaster, Xie An."

Hey Xie, give it a go! The video's lagging a bit.

[It's so laggy it looks like a PowerPoint presentation!]

[Blinking frame interpolation, you don't know how to do that?]

It's free! What more do you want?

Xie An was also having a headache; it was just a small platform, and the picture quality couldn't compare to CCTV's broadcast.

If he could, he would like to be a commentator on a big platform; why bother making a living on a small platform?

We need to make a living!

"Let me introduce the player list to everyone. Reus is injured, and our main striker Aubameyang is resting."

"The opponent is weak, but Dortmund can't say they can score too many goals."

"The over 4.5 goals in this game is a bit risky; it's better to be cautious."

[It's settled! Old Xie has spoken!]

[Brothers, let's aim for a 4.5!]

[I'm new here, why am I buying the opposite of the streamer?]

This old Xie is known as the "Sea Lantern Gambler"; if you bet against him, you'll end up with a villa by the sea.

Xie An slammed his fist on the table in anger.

HP-1 Table

"Damn it, you can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth. I'm analyzing this seriously!"

Haha, I'm totally defenseless.

"I'm a former tactical analyst, can't you guys show me some respect?"

No one in the live stream was paying attention to Xie An's advice anymore.

Data doesn't lie. A streamer with an accuracy rate of up to 15% can make a profit either way by betting against them.

This is why Xie An holds the top spot on the Yabao platform, maintaining consistently high popularity.

"Stop arguing, look what I found!"

"YUAN MENG, that sounds like a Chinese name!"

What's up? Selling jerseys?

[Don't get your hopes up, commentator. Countless players end up on the bench in Germany.]

Don't forget, there are also car sales.

So what? Anyway, I studied abroad, so my value has skyrocketed since I came back to China.

"You guys don't believe me when I say you're stupid? Borussia Dortmund is a publicly listed sports company; they don't sell merchandise!"

What does Borussia Dortmund sell?

"Sell the players!"

"How could a player with no value possibly be at Dortmund!"

Holy crap, is there some explanation for this?

"I found it, Yuan Meng, from Borussia Dortmund's youth academy."

"There's a report from Germany about him saying that he was spinning wildly on the U19 field, dribbling past opposing players."

He was known locally as "the spinning top boy".

"No other reports were found."

"He was probably only recently promoted to the first team."

"If Yuan Meng gets to play, she'll be the fourth Chinese player to appear in the Bundesliga!"

"Guys, the important thing is he's still a month away from turning 18!"

"This is a true genius!"