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

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Yuan Meng scores a hat-trick in his Dortmund debut!

"Bundesliga penalty win + goal: a decade-long wait has passed, a prodigy Yuan Meng is born!"

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Whose general is this, that he is so brave?

[Starting abroad at age 10? That's impressive; Dortmund's youth training program is quite good.]

[Damn, guys, I feel like this is going to be the most hopeful year yet.]

Calm down, he's only 18. Don't exaggerate.

[Hey bro, I saw the exact same ID as you on Yuan Meng's Instagram: "I'm Yuan Meng's dog." Are you putting on an act here?]

……

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the high-rise apartment, and Yuan Meng began her early morning day.

Wirth is very efficient; Yuan Meng's first professional contract has already been signed.

Yuan Meng has moved into a high-rise apartment and is enjoying the first rays of sunlight in the morning.

September in Dortmund is already chilly, and the indoor temperature is kept constant 24 hours a day.

He stretched on the sofa, opened a bottle of sugar-free soda to refresh himself, and then made a phone call.

"Brother Deng, it's me, Yuan."

"What is it? I just want to wake you up, of course."

Why can't I wake you up?

"Dennis, have you forgotten? You promised me yesterday that you'd be at the practice field half an hour early to teach me how to dribble."

"Can't get up?"

"Then things might be difficult for you to reach the 'Chrysanthemum' rank." (Chrysanthemum: CS:GO rank)

"That's right."

"Remember to eat breakfast, I'll be waiting for you at the training ground."

After hanging up the phone, Yuan Meng downed her soda in one gulp.

The skill of combining human and ball is too difficult to master; it's really hard to get proficiency unless you're a genius.

Fortunately, we have Dembele, that bipedal monster, here.

Yuan Meng hasn't yet received the favors needed to improve Dembele's proficiency, so she plans to take Dembele to the chrysanthemum field tonight to see how things go.

Before that, try practicing dribbling with Dembele for a few days.

Sometimes, hard work is also very important.

……

Dembele yawned and slowly walked onto the training field.

"Deng, you're 5 minutes late."

Yuan Meng has finished warming up.

"I arrived twenty-five minutes early!" Dembele exclaimed angrily. "This is the first time I've arrived at the training ground early since signing the contract!"

"Rare indeed!"

Yuan Meng didn't intend to pursue the five-minute delay, after all, it was not easy to get Dembele to the training ground ahead of time.

After Dembele finished his warm-up properly, he stood in front of Yuan Meng.

"Brother Deng, you do it in front, and I'll learn from you in the back."

Dembele shook his head: "You should defend; you'll have a clearer understanding that way."

Makes sense.

Yuan Meng stood still, with one foot in front of the other, lowering her center of gravity.

"Holy crap, a sneak attack!"

Dembele suddenly started moving, and his leg movement on the first touch of the ball was incredibly fast.

Yuan Meng twisted her hips and pushed off the ground with one foot, trying to use her upper body to support her opponent.

Unexpectedly, Dembele made room with a fritter, braced his arm against Yuan Meng's side, and easily passed her.

If Yuan Meng's explosiveness is 85, then Dembele's explosiveness must be around 90.

Since the difference in their explosive power is not significant, the time allotted for thinking becomes the key to determining the outcome.

Yuan Meng kept trying, mentally analyzing Dembele's decisions each time he dribbled past someone.

"Brother Harden, can you predict my next move?"

Dembele nodded.

"I can roughly guess."

"Then why don't I know your next step?"

"We haven't played enough matches."

Yuan Meng: "..."

"Just remember this: when you're dribbling past someone, your first move is to force the defender to make a fixed reaction; your next move doesn't require thinking."

Why is thinking unnecessary?

Dembele sighed and shook his head repeatedly, much like a top student being asked a question by a struggling student.

Unable to get a straight answer, Dembele pulled Yuan Meng directly in front of him.

"If I flick the ball to the right as my first step, what would you do?"

Yuan Meng stepped to the left, preparing to block the way.

"Since I know you're going to block my position, shouldn't my second move be to pull the ball away to avoid you?"

"Of course!"

"That's the principle; your first action should serve the purpose of the second action."

Yuan Meng strongly agreed, as that's how youth training is conducted, but new problems arose.

"I did it this way, but why isn't it working very well?"

Dembele stood with his hands on his hips, looking somewhat helpless.

"The defender will know your second move and will definitely react in advance, so you need to plan your third move in advance."

Yuan Meng scratched her head and smiled wryly.

"Isn't this an infinite loop?"

"That's just how it is. Everyone has a plan in mind. Whoever makes a mistake or is a step behind first loses."

Ultimately, football is a skill-based game.

"Alright." Yuan Meng gave up; there were no shortcuts. "Then let's keep practicing."

Dembele has given up; he's been entangled with this situation.

Looking at Yuan Meng's handsome face, I really want to kick him.

Forget it...

For the sake of the dream of a great planet, I'll endure it!

The training session was in full swing.

Tuchel stared into thought as he watched Dembele, who was not late.

The game is offline?

Did you take sleeping pills last night?

He felt itchy all over, and nothing felt right.

It's one thing to arrive just in time, but according to assistant coach Arno, Dembele arrived at the training ground early today.

That's a bit too outrageous!

"Arno, why do you think Dembele arrived at training early?"

Arnault provided a tip.

"I heard he came to teach Yuan how to play football. I know it sounds absurd, but the two of them seem to get along very well."

"Oh? Could it be that a young man has arrived and awakened his desire to teach?"

Arno waved his hand: "Impossible, when Larsen came to the first team, Dembele completely ignored him."

Tuchel didn't want to dwell on it too much.

"Never mind, let's focus on training first, I'll ask Yuan later."

"call!"

Yuan Meng was having a great time training on the field. The advantage of the tight schedule was that she didn't have to do high-intensity physical training.

The training will focus on attacking tactics for the next match against Wolfsburg.

This perfectly aligns with Yuan Meng's current focus on improving her proficiency.

[Shots on goal: 68 → 69]

[Positioning: 65→66]

"The ball's here! Stay focused!"

Yuan Meng's joy lasted for half a second before she suddenly saw the football flying towards her.

"Oh no, I forgot I can't look at attributes during training, it's easy to get distracted!"

Yuan Meng quickly ran forward, staring at the incoming ball, and leaped into the air!

His toe barely managed to hook the soccer ball before it hit the ground, miraculously stopping it.

But when he landed, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Hahaha!"

"Yuan, be careful, don't get hurt."

The surrounding players were initially watching with amusement, but Yuan Meng, while bent over, suddenly poked the ball away.

[Fainting Shot]

[Proficiency: 70→100 (Beginner to Intermediate)]

The ball slid towards the far corner.

However, Bürki didn't think Yuan Meng could shoot at all, and was still waiting for Yuan Meng to adjust her posture when the ball suddenly came flying over.

In a moment of desperation, he quickly lunged to the side, and the ball slipped past his fingertips and slowly slid into the net.

"Burki, what are you doing?"

"Even my grandma could save that shot!"

"You're going easy on the newcomers, aren't you?"

"Why were you so brave in saving my shot just now?"

The speaker was Aubameyang, the team's main center forward.

He was known as the team's big mouth, and he would find any opportunity to make sarcastic remarks about Bürki.

Burki got up, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and could only stubbornly insist on his word.

"Even if you come, you can't pounce on them!"