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

"The future is bright!"

In the final ten minutes of the match, Yuan Meng did not participate in many attacks.

However, his defensive effort remained consistent, and in the end, Guerrero provided an assist, allowing Dembele to finish the game with a powerful shot into the far corner.

4-1 victory!

Such a promising talent shouldn't be wasted!

[That's right. I speak German. I'll join Yuan Meng's team tonight and help him cook for the team so the coach and teammates can climb the ranks.]

"Brother, it's up to you. Don't let him curse at the coach anymore."

I'm running out of nitroglycerin pills, I have to succeed!

A special operation is being planned.

Meanwhile, Yuan Meng was being pestered by her teammates.

"Quick, teach me how to spin it!"

Yuan Meng showed no stage fright and cosplayed as a spinning top in the center of the dressing room.

Aubameyang was deeply shocked.

"He looks so handsome."

"Then why are you laughing?" Dembele glanced at him.

"How dare you say that to me? You've been laughing the whole time, without stopping."

Despite the laughter, the players became interested and tried it out in the locker room.

Tuchel walked into the locker room and was dumbfounded.

Four tops were spinning, accompanied by laughter and cheerful chatter.

"Cough cough."

All eyes turned to Tuchel.

"He played well today. Aubameyang came to the press conference with me."

"Yuan, Dembele, a reporter wants to interview you privately."

"OK, boss."

Yuan Meng arrived at the passageway, where a Chinese reporter was waiting.

"Yuan Meng, I have long admired your name."

Yuan Meng glanced at his name tag: Zhang Tao.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"We've been waiting for you! Many fans have been keeping an eye on your activities lately."

"I don't deserve it," Yuan Meng replied, while mentally reviewing the precautions for the interview.

"Many fans are curious about how you got into Borussia Dortmund and how you were promoted to the first team?"

Yuan Meng was very distressed. She couldn't very well say that she forgot to buy a fruit basket and that's why she couldn't get into the youth training team.

"I was sent to Germany when I was very young. The registration rules for professional leagues here are more lenient, and the quality of youth training is also good, so I came here."

"...(omitting 1 words about his time in the youth training team)."

"I think the secret to my entry into the first team is the continuous hard work I've put in over the years."

Zhang Tao took notes quickly, nodding occasionally.

"Time will not let down those who persevere."

"Yuan Meng, your experience is truly exemplary for those who have studied abroad. I'm sure you've faced many difficulties. Have you felt lonely working alone for so many years?"

Lonely?

Maybe, but it doesn't matter.

Yuan Meng suddenly had a feeling.

"If you truly love something, then the hardships you endure along the way are insignificant. Effort is merely a process to achieve your goal, not something to boast about."

Zhang Tao paused in his grip on the pen, then wrote down all those words.

"Can we stop now? I want to play games tonight."

Zhang Tao's lips twitched. Could you please give me back the feeling of being touched just now?

"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore."

……

Baidu Tieba Overseas Study Column:

[Brothers, I succeeded! Yuan Meng accepted my Steam friend request. (ID: I am Yuan Meng's dog)]

[Dog Bro is awesome, you absolutely have to keep an eye on Yuan Meng.]

Are you streaming? Are there any spies watching?

[Report! Yuan Meng only played two games today and then it was over.]

[Dog Bro, do you know why?]

I heard there's an exam tomorrow.

【? ? ? 】

Yuan Meng is working late into the night and has already asked for leave from tomorrow's training.

He usually gets good grades in his studies, and he only needs to score 50 points on the final exam to graduate smoothly.

One night, one miracle.

Yuan Meng walked out of the examination room with full confidence; the sun was shining brightly outside.

He dialed the phone.

"Hey Deng, having lunch? Want to rank up tonight? I've got a super pro player on my team."

"How tall? At least three or four stories high."

"OK, you're busy, I'm going back to catch up on some sleep."

At 8 p.m. sharp, Yuan Meng turned on her computer.

"We're playing four-man squad today, we'll definitely send Harden to his knees!"

The player's ball control is just one step away from reaching a minor level of proficiency. Once the favor is secured, the player can focus on improving their skill level.

In this way, ball control will no longer be a weakness.

White light flashed across the screen intermittently, and a barrage of flashbangs flew out from outside door A.

Tuchel became a prop master; he had little interest in guns, but he really liked a series of tactics.

In just a few days, he replaced Yuan Meng as commander.

"Brothers, you guys are awesome! We won the first round!"

Yuan Meng was very satisfied with her dog; the first game went smoothly, and Yuan Meng didn't scold the coach.

The two continued their strong performance, easily securing two consecutive victories.

But then, things took a dramatic turn in the third round.

The stupid matchmaking system paired me with two top-tier players.

Yuan Meng began to put pressure on Tuchel and Dembele.

A resolute glint flashed in Yuan Meng's dog-like eyes. The opponent was no ordinary person; he was as strong as a professional player. If this continued, Tuchel would be criticized again.

We must stop Yuan Meng!

It's his turn to perform.

Ding!

USB is plugged in.

Yuan Meng's dog started spinning, sparks and lightning streaking its way through, each shot a headshot!

Yuan Meng exclaimed in surprise.

"Dude, what are you doing? Don't cheat!"

"Stop right now!"

"This power does not belong to you!"

"My newly bought butterfly knife!"

Yuan Meng's dog remained silent, spinning around in stillness, unmoved even by the insults directed at her mother.

Yuan Meng's dog went berserk, racking up 40 kills across the entire match.

As soon as the match ended, Yuan Meng quickly kicked him out, providing a one-stop service of blocking and reporting him.

The two skilled players on the other side were professional youth trainees, and they immediately reported the cheating team.

The accounts of Yuan Meng, Tuchel, and Dembele have all been banned.

The e-sports night was abruptly ended.

Yuan Meng was on the verge of tears, wondering who had sent this troublemaker.

Harden is about to hit the chrysanthemum.

Just one more!

Oh dear, the number is gone.

I don't know when I'll be able to get the next favor.

Now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep.

……

Brakel Training Base.

Yuan Meng was in a bad mood and arrived at the court late.

He stopped, and the players were looking in his direction.

"Didn't I wash my face properly?"

"Look behind you." Aubameyang raised his chin.

Yuan Meng turned his head and saw that Dembele had appeared on the field right on time. He hadn't invited Dembele to teach him how to play football today.

He was too embarrassed to speak up, but there were 20,000 euros worth of jewelry in Deng's account.

Can't afford to pay...

Aubameyang whistled and put his arm around Dembele's neck: "I thought you were going to be late again."

"Tell me the truth, didn't you sleep all night? Were you bothered by some Persian cat?"

"I'm asleep." Dembele rubbed his temples. "I also find it strange; every morning around 7:30, a really annoying voice starts playing in my head?"

"What's that sound?" Yuan Meng asked curiously, and moved closer to the two of them.

"That's the voice!"

Dembele pointed at Yuan Meng: "It's all your fault! Now I wake up at the appointed time and can't fall back asleep!"

Yuan Meng scratched his head awkwardly: "Brother Deng, you're a professional player, shouldn't you be getting up on time?"

"Hmm, you're right." Dembele couldn't refute it.

Aubameyang clutched his stomach and laughed hysterically; those two were absolutely hilarious.

Tuchel arrived at the training ground on time.

He clapped his hands, gathering everyone together.

"I have some good news to share. Reus is recovering well and will join full training after today's physical therapy."

"Ohhhh...!"

The crowd cheered; Dortmund's unparalleled general was about to return to his position.