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

Dortmund's seven-game winning streak was broken as they were unexpectedly held to a draw by Hoffenheim.

Marco Reus has received a red card and will miss the final league match before the winter transfer window.

Yuan Meng is seeking a transfer, hoping for more playing time.

At Yuan Meng's insistence, agent Wirth officially submitted a transfer and loan request to Borussia Dortmund.

Yuan Meng was willing to leave, even if only temporarily.

He has a certain affection for this club, after all, he has stayed for so many years and has gained the support of some fans.

But he couldn't let this relationship jeopardize his future prospects.

He is no longer a substitute player; he needs a semi-core or even core position to help him grow further.

This is a need that a player will inevitably have during their development. If the original club cannot meet it, then leaving is a good outcome for both parties.

Yuan Meng took out her phone and checked the latest transfer fees.

Yuan.M (Club: Borussia Dortmund) €8.00m

Only eight million? So cautious with the allocation?

Yuan Meng thought she could leave the club with at least ten million euros in transfer fees, so they would let her go quickly.

Eight million euros, I'm afraid...

"Don't leave! I said it!" Tuchel was throwing a tantrum in the sports director's office.

Zorc was stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen Tuchel so angry, completely disregarding his image.

"I can tell you clearly that Yuan is not someone I can sell for any amount of money in my long-term plan!"

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"Oh! Oh!" Zorc pressed his hands down in alarm. "Coach Tuchel, calm down, I didn't say I was going to sell you."

"Then why is Yuan on the transfer list?"

"Yuan's agent has contacted us. He made it clear that he doesn't want to stay at the club. You know, we won't tolerate such an arrogant young player."

"Yuan wants to leave on his own?" Tuher was stunned for a moment, somewhat puzzled. "Why?"

"I don't know." Zorc quickly shook his head, thinking of how to get rid of this big shot. "Why don't you go ask him yourself?"

Tuchel walked away without looking back, leaving Zorc bewildered.

"Is it really necessary? This player's potential is nowhere near Pulisic's. His error rate has remained consistently high so far, and he's only managed a few goals by luck... When did he get 8 goals and 8 assists?!"

Zorc rubbed his eyes and checked Yuan Meng's total season stats again.

"Oh dear, this young man!"

"Look at my brain, I'm young, it's normal to make more mistakes, I need to be patient."

"Even if it's absolutely necessary, we can't just sell it for a paltry eight million!"

Zorc then called Yuan Meng's agent and tried to negotiate.

On the other side, Yuan Meng walked into Tuher's office with a cold expression.

"Boss, what's up?"

"Come, sit down and talk." Tuher beckoned and pushed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Yuan Meng.

"I heard you want to leave. I'd like to ask why?"

Hmph, you know the answer already, yet you're still pretending.

Yuan Meng was disdainful and her attitude was extremely cold: "My form is better than Pulisic's, yet he's a starter. I don't want to stay at a club like this any longer."

Tuher suddenly realized that Yuan Meng's morale might be low lately.

This had never happened before when Yuan Meng was on the bench, which slowed Tuchel's reaction, preventing him from noticing the problem.

However, Tuchel's agreement with Pulisic certainly cannot be made public.

Tuchel could only offer some gentle advice: "Yuan, I know you're a very ambitious player, and I admire that. But you also know that the season is long, and some rotation is unavoidable."

"Besides, I plan to use you more in the second half of the season. If either Reus or Dembele needs a rest, you will be my first choice."

Tuchel rarely makes such promises, but he really likes Yuan Meng. A player who can contribute on both offense and defense is often more attractive to head coaches than those strolling superstars.

Yuan Meng was somewhat surprised, unable to tell for a moment whether Tuher was just making empty promises or genuinely meant it.

After considering it for a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"No need, I have no intention of continuing to be a substitute, not even as Dembele's substitute."

Tuher failed to grasp Yuan Meng's true needs, or rather, Yuan Meng's needs had changed.

He has acquired almost all the skills he needed, and his average ability score has reached around 76.

After Reus returned from injury, Yuan Meng could only start occasionally. That limited playing time was no longer enough to meet Yuan Meng's development needs. He needed a stage centered around him to allow for more rapid and unbridled growth.

Tuchel was at a loss for words and just looked at Yuan Meng, as if he was getting to know the player again.

His former liveliness, enthusiasm, and quirkiness have all disappeared, leaving only an ambitious professional player.

"I won't let you go." After a long silence, Tuchel made his stance clear. "If you really don't want to stay, I'll have to accept a loan."

"I want to hone my skills in a different environment, become stronger, and then come back to help the team win the championship."

Tuher seemed to be advising Yuan Meng, but also as if he were advising himself.

Yuan Meng took a deep breath and slowly uttered a single word: "Okay."

After Yuan Meng left, Tuher rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed softly.

"If possible, wouldn't it be a better option to loan Pulisic out... Sigh, this group of amateur managers."

……

As soon as Yuan Meng left the office, she immediately dialed the number of her agent, Wilt.

"I've finalized things on my end, how about yours?"

"Dortmund has suddenly raised their offer, and some teams that wanted to include a buyout clause may back down." Velt's voice revealed a hint of anger.

"An increase in price? How much?"

"Zorc told me that if a buy-out clause were to be included in the loan agreement, it would have to be no less than 20 million euros."

"Twenty million?" Yuan Meng blurted out. "My net worth is only eight million! This guy has no shame!"

"There's no other way, otherwise Zorc wouldn't agree to a loan."

"Damn it." Yuan Meng rarely swore.

Some teams don't want to train players for free, so they include a buyout clause. This clause gives the team the right of first refusal, and if the team is satisfied at the end of the season, they can make an offer. This avoids giving players free experience and provides the team with some security.

Which teams are willing to forgo a buyout clause?

"All the mid-to-upper-tier Premier League teams have withdrawn, and there are still quite a few left." Wilt's tone was appreciative. "You've been doing very well lately, attracting a lot of teams, which gives us more options."

"For example, Lille in Ligue 1, Valencia in La Liga, Utrecht in the Eredivisie... there are too many to list at once. Let's meet up sometime and discuss it properly."

"No problem. There's one last game before the winter transfer window. Even if I'm a substitute, I'll play my best in that last game, and then we'll discuss it further." Yuan Meng had already planned out the next steps.

"Alright, I'll get back to Zorc then." Veltt perked up. "By the way, are you interested in leagues outside the top five?"

"Sure, I'll return the favor to any team that dares to promise me a key position."

"Understood, I'll go organize the data."