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

Training is over.

Tuher called Yuan Meng to his side.

Yuan Meng thought she had done something wrong and acted very cautiously.

"Boss, you wanted to see me?"

Tuher gathered his thoughts.

"Yuan, I heard you asked Dembele to come to training early today?"

"Yeah, is there a problem, boss?"

"No problem, I'm just curious why he listens to you."

"Oh, is that all?" Yuan Meng was relieved. "I helped Deng rank up, and Deng taught me how to play soccer."

"Rank up? What do you mean?"

Yuan Meng laughed and said, "Boss, haven't you ever played games before?"

"I've played Tetris."

"..."

Yuan Meng scratched her head, wondering how to explain the game to the older generation.

Got it!

"Boss, the game we play is just like the team's promotion and relegation system. When you reach a certain number of points, you will be promoted to a higher level."

"We call this stage rank."

"The process of increasing points is called 'point gain'."

Tuchel's explanation is clear and easy to understand.

"Then why is Dembele so obsessed with ranking up in games and doesn't like to work hard in real life?"

You ask me, who do I ask?

Yuan Meng had no idea what Tuher was up to, so she stood aside and kept quiet.

"Can I play that game?"

Yuan Meng could hardly believe her ears, and it took her a long time to manage to utter a single sentence.

"Boss, are you serious?"

Tuchel nodded.

Understanding player psychology is a very complex subject.

Tuchel is a studious person, but he has become increasingly unable to understand the young stars of recent years.

Ten years ago, the young players may have been arrogant, but when they put in the effort, they were just as hard-working as the older generation.

But recently, young stars are becoming more and more like Hazard, not putting in much effort, yet their skills improve naturally.

As for whether I can become the strongest, it doesn't seem to matter much anymore. I might as well eat a few more hamburgers.

Some also like to go to nightclubs to dance and drink heavily.

Someone as addicted to games as Dembele is actually somewhat acceptable.

Perhaps games can be a starting point.

Are you guys going to play games tonight?

"Yes." Yuan Meng asked tentatively, "Boss, are you sure you want to play?"

Tuher placed his hand on Yuan Meng's shoulder: "Teach me."

……

After dinner, Yuan Meng arrived at the computer an hour early, where a masseur was massaging his legs.

The biggest fear during the improvement phase is getting injured.

Massage therapy is an essential expense for extra training, and there's no way to cut back.

Yuan Meng pulled Tuher into the voice channel.

First, download Steam, register an account, and buy CS:GO.

"Adjust the screen position and mouse speed."

"Yes, aim the crosshair at the enemy and left-click."

"Boss, you're so smart."

Tuhr patiently memorized the basic operations and weapon names, and just half an hour had passed.

Half an hour left to practice shooting skills is definitely not enough, but learning how to mark points for a few items is fine, since Yuan Meng and the others are only playing three maps anyway.

Dembele joins Discord channel.

"Brother Deng, you're here too. The boss and I have been waiting for you."

"Boss, who is it?"

Dembele glanced at the ID.

Holy crap, Tuchel!

Real-name internet access?

No, that's not the point. Why is the head coach here?

"Brother Deng, this is a surprise for you, do you like it?"

Dembele was furious.

"Yuan, you just wait!"

Yuan Meng remained completely calm and even started a live stream to record this historic moment.

Has anyone in the football world ever brought their head coach to play video games?

He's a world-renowned coach!

So impressive!

The three of them had just played one game, and the number of viewers in the live stream had already exceeded 5.

[Tuchel, Dembele, Yuan Meng?]

Has Borussia Dortmund become an esports club?

[Tuchel is really bad, 1-15-2.]

[Where did 15 assists go wrong?]

That's the fucking death toll!

When Yuan Meng started her first live stream, she got so caught up in the game that she stretched her neck and started cursing.

"Tuchel, flash!"

"Damn it, can't you finish off the enemy?"

"Are you a pig?"

"This isn't the Gold rank, so be efficient and follow instructions!"

Before long, even more viewers came to see it.

The online forum for students studying abroad exploded instantly.

Yuan Meng leads Tuchel and Dembele to victory!

Yuan Meng spews five spiels in one second, and Tuchel doesn't dare to talk back!

Please provide a link!

Why can't I connect?

[Send a scout!]

[Breaking News! Yuan Meng racked up 19 kills in the first half, carrying the entire game.]

[Breaking News! Tuchel has died a total of twenty times!]

[Report! Yuan Meng is still talking; his mouth hasn't stopped!]

[Awesome! Yuan Meng carried the team single-handedly, winning 16-13!]

[That's not important; General Yuan is furiously criticizing Tuher, and he'll be sitting on the bench forever.]

Someone stop him!

No, General Yuan has lost his mind!

Two consecutive wins!

The massage is over.

Yuan Meng took out a sugar-free soda and placed it next to her computer, then straightened her posture to prepare for the next round.

I reckon Harden will be able to get to the back of the gate in two more games.

Unfortunately, his journey to climb the ranks ended prematurely.

Tuchel also spoke up for once, which was quite rare for him.

"Yuan, why is that person on the other side spinning around?"

"Ah, my elder brother is here." Yuan Meng sighed, looking up at the sky. "Oh, heavens, how cruel you are to me."

"What do you mean?" Tuher looked completely bewildered by Yuan Meng's Chinese.

"He couldn't beat them, so he cheated."

"Such shameless tactics?" Tuchel was shocked.

"Boss, would this result in a card on a football field, or even a permanent ban?"

"Does he really want to win that badly?" Tuchel wondered.

"No, he just doesn't have a mother."

At 9:30 p.m., Tuher told the two of them to go to sleep.

Dembele was full of resentment; he was just one game away from advancing!

Who brought the head coach to the village?

Oh, Yuan Meng with one green belt and two red ribbons.

That's fine.

Yuan Meng was very obedient and went to sleep quietly.

In the live broadcast room, the fans' hearts finally died down.

According to statistics, General Yuan criticized Tuher a total of fifty times.

"Isn't that the end of everything?"

[Ha, that's a good result; Dembele got criticized at least a hundred times.]

[Damn it, is there any top-ranked player who can help Yuan Meng out?!]

Yes, lead them along and make him shut up!

This is for the future of Chinese football!

Suddenly, Yuan Meng's Steam friend requests exploded.

Sitting in front of the computer, Dembele swallowed his anger and switched Steam to invisible mode.

Hehe, I'm secretly ranking up.

Dembele was not satisfied with the defeat.

Dembele suffers second defeat, red card.

After three defeats, Dembele angrily smashed his keyboard.

Forget it, I'm not playing anymore...

At 11:30, Dembele fell asleep.

……

The next morning, Dembele's phone rang right on time.

Convex (fuck dish)

More punctual than an alarm clock!

"Deng Ge..."

Just as Yuan Meng's voice rang out, Dembele's angry roar followed.

"I'm already up!"

"Wait on the training field!"

"Okay, thanks, Brother Deng." Yuan Meng happily hung up the phone.

Perhaps it was because Dembele didn't stay up all night playing online games, but he actually arrived at the training ground thirty minutes early.

Yuan Meng is all set and ready to go. Today is her last training session before the match against Wolfsburg.

If he performs well, he might be able to continue playing.

Unfortunately, Yuan Meng's beautiful fantasy didn't last long, as Dembele relentlessly tormented her.

"Hey, isn't this our Commander Yuan?"

Why are you walking so slowly?

"Hey, why can't you turn your hips? Do you lack the talent?"

Last night's boasting will eventually have to be paid back; anyway, my skill in combining human and ball control is steadily improving.

[Human-Ball Combination: Beginner (90/100)]

Tuchel, who was not far away, nodded in satisfaction.

He's not very good at video games, but he's a genius at playing games with the players.

Not only can it help them keep track of when they go to bed, but it can also provide an opportunity to get to know them better.

Yuan Meng may have a foul mouth, but she's a good person.

Tuchel, who was originally planning to remove Yuan Meng from the roster, changed his decision at the last minute.