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

Trailing by two goals, Borussia Mönchengladbach U19 slowed down and gradually regained their composure.

The head coach calmed down, went to the sidelines, and frequently gave instructions on positioning.

From time to time, oddballs emerge in youth training programs.

It's not very... well, it is indeed very rare for someone like Yuan Meng to succeed through such bizarre and extraordinary means.

I thought the rainbow flick was already amazing, but who would have thought there would be players playing the role of a compass on the field.

But this is not enough to throw Borussia Mönchengladbach's U19 team into chaos.

Borussia Mönchengladbach has discovered Yuan Meng's most fatal weakness.

Yuan Meng's finishing ability after dribbling past opponents and her final pass are not particularly outstanding, so Borussia Mönchengladbach U19 sent players to strengthen their blocking in front of the penalty area.

The dense formation made it difficult for Yuan Meng to play smoothly, so she had to frequently pass the ball back to the middle, allowing Kopac to try through balls.

However, the results were minimal.

Hoffman also noticed this.

Yuan Meng has ideas but they are difficult to implement; the technology still needs time to be refined.

The perfect curling shot in the last game was more like a flash of inspiration and difficult to replicate.

"This is a rough gem; it needs further polishing!" Hoffman concluded in his mind.

The match has ended.

Borussia Dortmund U19 - 2 - 0 - Borussia Mönchengladbach U19

Back in the locker room, Yuan Meng became the center of attention.

Yuan Meng stood on a bench, held up the bra, and shouted, "I have its owner's phone number!"

"Ohhhhhhh!!!" The players were all cheering!

"Yuan, are you going tonight?" Kieretten's envy was palpable.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Violating access control will be punished."

"Does that mean I won't be able to play in the next game?"

Substitute midfielder Mangala hurriedly said, "Yuan, if you're not going to contact me, give me your number."

"Hmph, dream on!" Yuan Meng's eyes darted around, and she added, "Unless you call me father!"

"Daddy!"

"The number is yours!"

Yuan Meng wrote the phone number on Mangala's hand; whether it worked out or not was none of his business.

"What are you talking about?" Head coach Hoffmann walked in with a beaming smile.

Kieretten immediately stood up and roared, "Mangala's going to set off fireworks tonight!"

"Hmm?" The head coach looked at Mangala suspiciously.

"No! Absolutely not!" Mangala put his hands behind his back, afraid of being exposed.

"He wrote down the phone number!" Kieretten yelled.

"You fucking betrayed me!"

Mangala was speechless and, with his neck red, angrily cursed Chieretten.

After tattled, Kieretten picked at his ear, pretending it was none of his business.

Who gave you permission to run away?

Live it!

Hoffman did not delve into the farce, but gave a brief post-match summary.

Yuan Meng then realized that Borussia Mönchengladbach's U19 team was not weak at all.

While Borussia Mönchengladbach's U19 team hasn't produced many Bundesliga players, it has consistently provided a stable pool of talent capable of playing professionally, demonstrating a solid foundation.

After winning a tough battle, Hoffman announced that the entire team would have a day off tomorrow, and the players cheered.

……

Brakel Training Base.

Happy times always pass too quickly, and before we knew it, it was training day.

With the help of several kind people, Mangala was unable to escape the club's designated partner apartment.

It remains unknown who reported his three attempts to escape to the dormitory manager.

Mangala arrived at the field with a resentful look on his face, then suddenly froze on the spot.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, staring dumbfounded at the spinning tops on the field.

"Yuan, that move was so cool!"

"You're a genius!"

"Hmph, you get it now! This is a technique exclusive to geniuses."

Yuan Meng, as the fastest spinning top on the field, has become the central figure in the training.

Under his careful guidance, left winger Brutter, attacking midfielder Gabriel, and playmaker Kopac successively learned the Anthony spin.

This might seem childish to elementary school students, but for these 18-year-old players, Anthony's spin is incredibly cool.

The three of them, along with Yuan Meng, were having a great time on the field.

"Ugh!" Copacabine stopped first, dry heaving uncontrollably.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm so dizzy." Copacabine surrendered.

"You can't last three minutes?" Yuan Meng chuckled. "You're treating this afternoon!"

Mangala walked toward Chieretten, who was standing nearby.

"What are they doing?"

"Is that even a question? We're in the middle of a competition! The loser treats everyone."

Kieretten gritted his teeth, his face filled with longing: "Why can't I learn it?"

Mangala: "???"

A notification sounded in Yuan Meng's mind.

[Successfully rotated for five minutes]

[Anthony's Turnaround]

[Proficiency: 0→30 (Minor Mastery)]

"Ugh!" Gabriel was the second to surrender.

"Spread the word, Gabriel only lasts five minutes!" Yuan Meng laughed as she turned around, looking relaxed and at ease.

The only one still fighting against Yuan Meng is Brutus, whose will is as firm as a rock and who will not surrender easily!

Seven minutes later...

Boom!

Brut collapsed to the ground and slept peacefully.

"Nice!"

"Gabriel is treating us tomorrow!"

"Brut is treating us to dinner the day after tomorrow!"

Yuan Meng stopped spinning, stepped on the ball, looked around, and tossed his hair, seemingly unaware of who his opponent was.

"Who else?"

"I'm not gambling anymore! Who can beat you in this game!"

The remaining players who were just watching gave up, making Yuan Meng the undisputed king of spinning tops.

Yuan Meng checked the time. Why hadn't the head coach arrived yet?

Youth training director's office.

Hoffman smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly at the man in front of him.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"You're right!"

"Larsen is exceptionally talented, I completely agree!"

"Yes, they're all young players, they all need to be given a chance!"

"Mr. Ricken, please don't be angry."

Rios glanced at Hoffman and shook his head helplessly.

The head coach was much more imposing yesterday, with his arrogant and unruly demeanor. Now, he's all bowing and scraping, looking like a dog.

Perhaps this is the way of the workplace.

Youth training director Ricken banged on the table and issued an ultimatum.

"I want to see Larsen start in the next game!"

"He's a substitute for the first team's substitutes, so he needs to be ready for the match!"

"I suggested he go back to U19 training, just to temper his temperament, not to put him on the bench!"

Hoffman wiped the sweat from his face and assured him with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely give Larsen a chance. I just don't want to put outstanding players on the bench."

"Outstanding performance? Who?" Ricken became interested.

Under Ricken's barrage of questions, Hoffman finally had a chance to explain.

"A young Chinese man, Yuan."

"He's been doing very well lately."

"After Best's injury, he is now the best right winger in the U19 team."

Ricken adjusted his glasses and pulled up the U19 player data on his laptop.

Yuan Meng: Excellent physical attributes, poor technique, and average football intelligence. Upper limit: Player for a German second division relegation team.

Ricken squinted, making Hoffman shudder.

"An Asian player whose potential is limited to the German second division is better than Larsen, who can be a substitute in our Dortmund first team?"

"Are you trying to fool me?"

"No...no!" Hoffman stammered nervously.

Rios stepped in to help.

"Mr. Ricken, Yuan's data hasn't been updated yet. I've reorganized his data from his last two matches. Please take a look."

Ricken glanced at it a few times and let out a soft "hmm".

"He successfully dribbles past an opponent once every 20 minutes this season."

"2.5 steals per game."

"Two games, one goal and one assist."

"A winger who excels in both attack and defense?"

Ricken looked at Rios, his tone slightly reproachful.

"It's understandable that Hoffman just arrived."

"Rios, you've been in the U19 team for so long, why didn't you report on players like this?"

“That’s exactly what I wanted to say.” Rios stepped forward and placed his recent notes on Ricken’s desk. “He’s been transforming this season, improving very quickly, like he suddenly had a breakthrough.”

"Oh?"

"That's interesting."

Ricken tapped his knuckles on the table, pondering for a moment.

"Okay, I'll go watch the next game."

"Hoffmann, is it okay to start Larsen and Yuan together in the next match?"

"No problem! Whatever you say!"