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

Chapter 74 For the Pizza (Third Update)

Yuan Meng sat on the bench, eating toffee and discussing tactics with Vardy.

There's nothing I can do, the game is too boring, I can't stand watching it.

After several key players were substituted, the game returned to traditional English style of play, with both sides employing the tactic of overlapping full-backs to cross the ball and then attacking it in the penalty area.

As expected, Leicester City won the match 2-0 and advanced to the next round of the FA Cup.

Yuan Meng was overjoyed, thinking she would have another pizza feast.

Who knew there would be no prize for the FA Cup?

Yuan Meng was secretly annoyed. He usually wouldn't dare to eat these nutritionally unbalanced foods, and now he had no chance to satisfy his craving.

After the match, a Chinese reporter conducted a special interview with Yuan Meng.

Chinese football fans are eager to know the latest news about Yuan Meng.

A reporter asked, "Yuan, you've started in consecutive matches recently and have gained Coach Ranieri's trust. What are your thoughts on him?"

"It's good, but a bit stingy."

The reporter let out a soft exclamation: "I remember your salary was paid by Borussia Dortmund, right? Leicester City only covered your salary; they couldn't determine the amount."

"That's not what I meant," Yuan Meng explained. "Ranielli confiscated my toffee and my pizza dinner too!"

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"Um...can't you buy it yourself if you want to eat it?"

"What? Are you questioning my professionalism?" Yuan Meng stood with her hands on her hips, looking angry. "I'm a professional player, how could I steal these things?"

"Don't you want to eat?" The reporter was bewildered by Yuan Meng's question.

"I want to eat it, so I'm angry!"

"So, can you eat it or not?"

Yuan Meng stroked her chin: "I'm not really sure, it's somewhere between edible and inedible."

The reporter remained silent for a long time before saying, "Thank you for your answer. See you next time."

This interview was reposted on a domestic platform, and Yuan Meng has earned a new nickname: the "King of Torture."

[Yuan Shen torments the full-backs on the field and the reporters off the field; he's got some serious talent.]

[I can't take it anymore, Yuan Shen is so adorable!]

[Yuan Shen's brain circuits are truly different from those of normal people.]

[He's practically saying whatever comes to mind in his dreams; he's completely oblivious to the world around him.]

Yuan Meng was very magnanimous and didn't hold it against Ranieri.

Anyway, the next league match is coming soon, and if we win, we can eat pizza.

Thinking of this, Yuan Meng's enthusiasm for training immediately returned.

Proficiency?

That was just a side effect; it's no longer important!

That being said, Yuan Meng did not forget about ankle-specific training.

He continues to work hard to unlock high-speed lane changes.

[Flexibility: 74→75]

【Power: 73→74】

[High-speed lane change (incomplete)]

[Current unlock progress: 14%]

Yuan Meng was very satisfied with the results of her training over the past few days and decided to reward herself when she got home that evening.

Let's play together!

Open Steam, log into Discord, put on your headphones, and start CS:GO!

A soccer trainee (Yuan Meng) who has been training for two and a half years: Brother Deng, I called a master today!

Cold-faced Gunner (Dembele): Oh? Who is it?

Rondike (Mahrez): Hey, Dembele, I've heard so much about you!

A football trainee who has been training for two and a half years: This is Mahrez, my teammate. I never expected him to be a level 9 expert.

Cold-faced Gunner: What's the highest level again?

A football trainee who has been training for two and a half years: Level 10 is the highest level.

Cold-faced Gunner: What are we waiting for? Open fire!

Mahrez is a skillful player in football, but a true muscleman in shooting games; he'll charge in and kill someone in no time.

With his addition, Yuan Meng's team became more balanced.

Yuan Meng served as the commander, Dembele as the sniper, and Mahrez as the breakthrough player.

Yuan Meng suddenly felt a bit like Tuher.

"Sigh, we're really short of a props person."

"Hey Harden, how's the boss doing lately?"

Dembele sighed helplessly: "It's alright. Boss Luo is injured again, and he's having a headache. It would have been better if you hadn't left."

Yuan Meng was speechless for a moment, and after a long pause, she said, "There's nothing I can do."

Mahrez was surprised and curious that Yuan Meng was so important to Dembele.

"Yuan, why did you leave Dortmund?"

"Why else? With Royce and Harden around, I'll be a substitute my whole life."

"Aren't you afraid of being a substitute when you come to Leicester City? I'm a right winger."

Mahrez is right. He was originally an inside-cutting right winger, Leicester City's left-footed magician, and a key player for the team.

Yuan Meng bluntly stated, "Brother Ma, I'm better than you at playing right wing. You can fool your brothers, but don't fool yourself."

"We were evenly matched!" Mahrez retorted. "Don't believe me? Let's have a match tomorrow!"

"Brother Ma, can you defend?"

Mahrez: "————"

Yuan Meng sealed the victory with a single sentence; most wingers simply couldn't beat him in a one-on-one fight.

It's incredibly tanky and deals high damage, offering both offensive and defensive capabilities, making it a formidable weapon in 1v1 situations.

Dembele suddenly yelled, "Get serious! One was 1-5, the other 2-6, and you're still bragging?"

As expected, three consecutive losses.

Today is an auspicious day for visiting graves, but all three of them have dropped in rank.

"This is a crucial match, and I need your 100% commitment!"

Ranieri is giving his final pre-match pep talk.

Due to schedule adjustments, Leicester City have played three consecutive away games recently.

Today, we face the renowned "home team" Burnley at Turf Moor, so we can't afford to be careless!

The away team's locker room was unusually small and rudimentary, making Yuan Meng feel uncomfortable all over.

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He thought to himself: Burnley is even stingier than Ranieri, why is this seat so narrow!

This is Burnley's famous psychological tactic: disrupting the away team's game through environmental factors.

"Everyone, stay calm. We're here to take away victory. Ignore all distractions!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

"You only need to have this thought in your mind!"

Yuan Meng applauded enthusiastically.

"Victory! For the pizza!"

Captain Morgan was taken aback for a moment, then he also started clapping.

"Yes, we have to win for the pizza!"

"Awooo—!!!"

Victory is a vague concept, and it's hard to conjure up a picture in your mind. Yuan Meng's innocent speech made victory concrete, while pizza is more direct and visual.

Many players recalled the glory of last season, and the image of Ranieri with a bright smile, bringing them pizza.

The players stepped onto the field with an air of absolute determination to win.

The home fans immediately gave them a hard time.

"Ugh—!"

"Championship? What a joke!"

"Go home and drink your milk!"

And then came a barrage of vulgar and offensive language that couldn't pass censorship.

English small-town fans can be quite sarcastic, especially a long-established English team like Burnley.

The stands at Turf Moor Stadium are very close to the pitch, as if to ensure that the noise from the fans wouldn't disturb the away team.

Yuan Meng was completely unaffected.

As a seasoned gamer, he had long since become hardened.

To him, the fans' insults were like whining, completely harmless.

He mimicked Vardy's previous celebration gesture, placing his hand near his ear and facing the home fans in the stands.

"Louder!"

"I can't hear you!"

"whee!"

This provocative action immediately angered the fans, who then turned their anger towards Yuan Meng.

Unfortunately, it was useless; it was a futile waste of energy, and the cheers didn't last until the end of the match.

Yuan Meng didn't care about the criticism, but the other Leicester City players were not happy about it.

How could we let our little brother be bullied?

Dry them up!

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