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

The moment the thought of renting arises, one suddenly feels the vastness of the world.

Yuan Meng firmly believes that, given his performance, there will definitely be teams willing to commit to a key player position.

Thinking of this, his enthusiasm for training increased significantly.

"I'm about to become a core player!"

Bathed in the morning sunlight, Yuan Meng skipped and hopped to the training ground.

The air was a bit chilly. Yuan Meng rubbed her hands together, slowly exhaled a puff of white mist, and prepared to do a simple warm-up.

He suddenly felt a pang of emotion. It was only a few training grounds away from the youth team to the first team, but it felt like it had taken him most of his life.

"You brat!" Dembele appeared out of nowhere, putting his arm around Yuan Meng's neck as usual. "You're leaving without saying goodbye?"

"Brother Deng!" Yuan Meng exclaimed in surprise, "You actually arrived at training ten minutes early!"

"It's all your fault!" Dembele said angrily. "If you want to leave, then leave. But you made it so I can't even sleep in. I have to wake up at the appointed time."

"Don't be angry. As the eldest brother, shouldn't you set an example for your younger brothers?" Yuan Meng patted Dembele's arm and begged for forgiveness. "Besides, you'll be taking over from Boss Luo sooner or later. You can't be like before."

Dembele suddenly released his grip: "Well... it's hard to say."

"What do you mean?"

Dembele shook his head and changed the subject: "You're still so honest, you want to leave but won't even give me a lecture? Now I have no choice but to leave on loan."

Yuan Meng shrugged: "I just want more playing time. It's not that I really hate this place. To be honest, the fans here are very enthusiastic, and the atmosphere at every game is quite intense."

"Really?" Dembele gazed into the distance.

"Why don't I feel that much connection to this place?" he wondered to himself.

……

December 21st, Germany's sixteenth round.

"Welcome to the match between Borussia Dortmund and Augsburg at Dortmund's home ground."

"I have some big news to announce before the match!"

"Yuan Shen has officially submitted a loan application, abandoning his previous stance and seeking more playing time!"

"I must say, this is a very bold decision. We don't know if Yuan Shen can still perform well after leaving Dortmund."

"As a fan of Yuan Shen for twenty years, I can only wish him all the best."

[Old Xie, are you still broadcasting Bundesliga matches?]

I don't even watch Sina's live streams; I just like hanging out here all day.

[Old Xie, how about we switch sides?]

"Don't worry!"

"Wherever Yuan Shen goes, I'll go!"

"loyalty!"

I'm so moved!

[Old Xie is eyeing Yuan Shen, afraid of not getting enough traffic.]

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xie An retorted, looking at the 10+ viewers in the live stream. "I'm not trying to ride the wave of traffic; I'm just spreading the glory of God!"

"The Yuan family!"

[Old Xie, it's time for the explanation.]

"Commentary my ass! Dortmund can't possibly lose to Augsburg!"

"I'm putting my words here: we'll take it 3-0."

Thirty minutes later...

"GOAL!!!!!"

"Ji Dong-won scores amidst the chaos!"

"What are Dortmund doing? Clear the ball decisively just outside the penalty area!"

"Now I know why Ginter is a substitute. He was showing off his fancy footwork on the edge of the penalty area—a fatal mistake!"

"This match clearly demonstrates that it's better to shoot accurately than to shoot wildly."

"Dortmund unleashed ten shots, but only two were on target, and both were saved."

"In contrast, Augsburg had three counter-attacks, two shots on target, and one goal in a scramble."

The best performer was surprisingly the substitute midfielder, number 24.

[Tuchel is using newcomers, so why not use Yuan Shen?]

[Tu Hai betrayed Yuan Shen, and this is the punishment he deserves!]

By halftime, the two defensive midfielders, Merino and Weigl, had their ratings soar to 7.0, and repeatedly intercepted the opponent's counter-attacks in midfield.

Against the weak Augsburg, Tuchel gave a rare opportunity to train the new midfielders, but unexpectedly, it was the forwards who underperformed.

The three forwards were all out of form today, which was quite embarrassing for the outstanding attacking midfielder Shinji Kagawa, who could have had at least two assists.

Tuchel didn't rush to make substitutions. His team had the advantage on the field, but they just didn't capitalize on their opportunities.

"Calm down, pass the ball into the penalty area."

"Dembele, Pulisic, you two stop taking long-range shots."

"Keep the same tactics for the second half, everyone stay calm!"

Tuchel rallied the team's morale, and things did improve somewhat in the second half. With fewer long-range shots, the players tended to use through balls, which made their passing and movement smoother.

Augsburg, however, would not sit idly by. Coach Baum made timely adjustments, deploying a 5-3-2 counter-attacking formation, which provided two counter-attacking options to pressure Dortmund's defense while also ensuring protection in the penalty area.

But star players aren't so easy to contain.

In the 68th minute, Dembele beat wing-back Tiger, cut into the left side of the penalty arc, took another step past the center-back, and unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball flew straight into the far corner and swished through the net!

"Holy crap, we tied it!"

"Huh, why was Tuchel replaced?"

"Yuan Shen enters the game, Pulisic is substituted."

"That's right. Pulisic had a high success rate in his breakthroughs today, but his final pass was a bit too hasty. Tuchel is trying to calm him down."

Yuan Meng checked the time; there were about twenty minutes left.

More than enough. Before leaving, let's give Dortmund a big gift – beat Augsburg!

"Yuan Shen is asking for the ball; he looks very confident."

"What a decisive breakthrough!"

Yuan Meng stopped and passed by, as if walking on a road in the early morning, brushing past the flank guard Ferhach.

Having observed him on the bench for so long, Yuan Meng knew that Verhaegal was a typical wing-back who was more offensive than defensive. Against such a player, you could just use your speed to overpower him.

Meanwhile, Augsburg midfielders came to cover, attempting to intercept Yuan Meng from the side.

Problems arose one after another. Augsburg had a numerical advantage in the penalty area. Center-back Stafylides was a fierce defender and good at intercepting head-on. He saw Yuan Meng preparing to cut inside and immediately moved forward.

With the pincer attack already in place, and just as Yuan Meng was about to crash into the wall, he suddenly passed the ball back, causing the opponent to miss.

"A backheel strike! Yuan is amazing!"

"Piszczek passes the ball with one touch, a one-two pass!"

"Yuan Shen receives the ball and gets past midfielder Schmidt!"

"He's about to break into the penalty area!"

Stafylides gritted his teeth and decisively launched a sliding tackle!

"Beep beep beep!"

"Yellow card and free kick!"

"Tuchel has substituted Reus, clearly intending for him to take the penalty."

Reus and Dembele exchanged high-fives and went to the penalty spot at the top of the arc.

"Boss Luo, take it easy." Yuan Meng patted Royce on the chest, trying to boost his morale.

Reus smiled slightly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, all that remained was a determined gaze and absolute focus.

Swish!

"Swimming Dragon!!!"

"The ball drew a beautiful arc, soared over the wall, and nestled into the top left corner of the goal!"

"That's fucking awesome!"

"Did Dortmund really take the lead?"

[We've already said Yuan Shen is a lucky charm; he won a free kick as soon as he came on. Isn't his tactical impact obvious?]

[Those who disbelieve in Yuan Shen will eventually bring trouble upon themselves!]

One ball isn't enough!

Given Dortmund's defense, it wouldn't be surprising if they conceded another goal due to a lapse in concentration.

Yuan Meng smiled and returned to her seat, still focused, her mind still analyzing.

Augsburg's wing-backs defended poorly, and the yellow card they drew for the center-back was timely. He didn't need to try a long shot; he could just charge into the penalty area, and that center-back would definitely not dare to make a tackle!

Having finalized the strategy, Yuan Meng started with defense.

He stuck to the opposing wing-back, preventing him from having any chance to cross the ball.

Dortmund's two holding midfielders are a perfect counter to the opponent's playmaker midfielders, and their interception efficiency is higher than before.

Augsburg fell behind by one goal and became increasingly anxious, which Weigl capitalized on.

"Interception!"

"Weigl's long pass – this is a quick counter-attack!"

Yuan Meng took the lead and charged out from the right flank, with Piszczek providing support on the wing.

The ball flew forward quickly, and Yuan Meng leaped into the air, colliding with Schmidt. Both of them fell to the ground, but fortunately, Yuan Meng grazed the ball first.

"Beautiful!" Piszczek roared, bringing the ball steadily to a stop as it flew toward the wing.

Yuan Meng immediately got up and continued charging into the restricted area like a bulldozer.

Schmidt shook his slightly dizzy head, only able to see Yuan Meng's back as she walked away.

Piszczek made a decisive through pass, and Yuan Meng received the ball on the edge of the penalty area.

"This angle is good for a curling shot, Yuan Shen, do you want to try it?"

Of course not. The two center-backs blocked the shooting route, and creating a corner kick was not Yuan Meng's goal.

He charged straight at Stafylides, a center-back who was carrying a yellow card and was the opening for his attack!

As expected, Stafylides kept his hands behind his back, not even daring to make a subtle pulling motion.

Yuan Meng didn't hold back, sprinting forward before suddenly cutting the ball into the gap between the two center-backs!

boom!

[Low-base shot (ground-hugging shot)]

[Proficiency: 10→30 (Mastery)]

The ball skimmed along the grass between the raised legs of the two center-backs and rolled towards the near post.

Time seemed to stand still, and all eyes were on Hitz, the goalkeeper who had already made six saves, who fell heavily to the ground, his fingers flailing in vain, unable to touch anything.

"GOAL!!!!!"

"An invincible ground-hugging slash, an absolute blind spot!"

"The death knell tolled in Westphalia, rendering all of Augsburg's efforts futile!"

"In the 89th minute, Yuan Shen scored with a low shot, helping the team secure a 3-1 victory."

"Standing atop the GG sign, waving goodbye to the fans, is our rising star—Yuan Meng!"