After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

After leaving Greater Paris, Yan Yuan stayed in a hotel in Paris for three days.

During those three days, he hardly went out, spending most of his time in his room studying the system that had suddenly appeared.

The system was more diverse than he had imagined. The training module could simulate any scenario, from basic passing and receiving to high-intensity matches, and could even simulate the defensive habits of specific players.

He tried several times, each time practicing until he was exhausted in the system space, but the results were surprisingly good.

Besides this, the most useful feature is: [Skill Evolution Application]

For example, Yan Yuan now possesses ball control attributes that are almost identical to Di Maria's.

With this attribute, he can not only easily perform the complex movements that Di Maria can do.

He can also gradually figure out the ball control movements and methods that suit him.

In other words, once you unlock this skill, you can develop new skills based on it.

This feature is quite reasonable, since not every team has top-tier stars.

The system cannot guarantee that the host can quickly complete the interaction with the star players to acquire skills, so it provides this function to give the system host a way to improve on their own.

The system also gave him a very useful newbie reward at the end: [Proficiency in the languages ​​of the top five European football leagues]

Yan Yuan didn't take it seriously at first, until he discovered that he could understand the news from the Spanish channel playing on the hotel TV without any problems, and could even read Italian fashion magazines directly.

On the morning of the fourth day, my phone vibrated; it was a call from my father.

"Son," Yan's father's voice sounded tired, but also excited.

"There are a few trial opportunities available, take a look."

"Yes, Dad, I'm listening. Please go ahead."

Yan Yuan put his phone on speakerphone on the bed and continued stretching while listening to the call.

"Eibar and Leganés in La Liga are both relegation-threatened teams with average squads, but they can guarantee playing time." Yan's father paused.

"In the Bundesliga, there are Freiburg and Hoffenheim."

Yan Yuan paused for a moment when he heard "Hoffenheim".

"Hoffenheim? The one that finished fourth in the Bundesliga last season?" Yan Yuan repeated.

"Yes," Yan's father said with a smile, "They just qualified for the Champions League. Their head coach, Nagelsmann, is only 29 years old, a typical young coach. I heard he's very good at developing young players."

Yan Yuan sat up straight. Of course he knew Nagelsmann. All of Europe was talking about this young coach, saying that Hoffenheim had played the most modern attacking football.

"Why would they choose me?" Yan Yuan asked.

"Their scouts watched your game footage with Paris U19 and felt that your technical characteristics were suitable for their system, that you had good football intelligence, and that you had potential for development. They are willing to give you a trial opportunity." Yan's father paused.

"However, the trial will be very competitive, so you need to be prepared. They need to strengthen their squad this summer to play in the Champions League, so there will be many competitors on the day of the trial."

Yan Yuan did not answer immediately.

He walked to the window and looked at the streets of Paris in the early morning.

A bus slowly drove by, its body adorned with huge posters of Mbappe and Neymar—a promotional image for Paris Saint-Germain's upcoming season.

"Dad, I've made up my mind. I want to go to Hoffenheim," he said.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Are you sure? Freiburg has promised more playing time, but with Hoffenheim... even if you pass the trial, you'll start as a substitute or even in the youth team," Yan's father replied.

“I know,” Yan Yuan said, “but Nagelsmann is worth the gamble.”

Mr. Yan readily replied, "Okay, I'll contact the club right away to arrange a trial."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

He walked to the mirror and looked at himself. He had a handsome and standard Asian appearance, with black hair, deep-set eyes, and a high nose. His features looked good at first glance and quite delicate upon closer inspection.

In football terms, this face is called "superstar look".

Two hours later, Yan's father sent a text message: "Hoffenheim replied quickly, the trial is scheduled for two weeks from now. By the way, is your German language a big problem?"

Yan Yuan stared at the message for two seconds, then suddenly realized a problem: how should he explain that he had suddenly learned German?

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "I speak German. I have German teammates in the Paris youth training program, and I learned from them."

After sending the message, he himself felt that the excuse was a bit far-fetched, but Yan's father didn't ask any more questions and just replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

Yan Yuan tossed his phone onto the bed and walked to the window. The Parisian sky was azure, and sunlight shimmered on the Seine.

A few days ago, when he terminated his contract, he felt like the whole world had abandoned him; now, he suddenly has a new direction.

He took a deep breath, turned around and started packing his luggage. The trial training was in half a month, and he had to go to Germany in advance to adapt to the venue.

Yan Yuan still had the Paris Saint-Germain training uniform in his suitcase. He hesitated for a moment, then finally stuffed it into the bottom of the box.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this red, white, and blue jersey is destined to never be his.

……

The next afternoon, as Yan Yuan dragged his suitcase out of Stuttgart Airport, he saw his father standing at the exit waving at him from afar.

Mr. Yan was wearing a dark blue casual suit, sunglasses, and his hair was neatly combed. He was holding a cup of coffee and looked like a businessperson on vacation.

"Hey, isn't this our Paris Saint-Germain legend?" Upon seeing his son, Mr. Yan smiled and took his luggage.

"So, tell Dad, aren't the Air France flight attendants pretty?"

"Dad... that's enough. Paris Saint-Germain-style guesthouse, my name? Your son is unemployed now, I don't even qualify to stay at a Paris Saint-Germain-style guesthouse." Yan Yuan couldn't hold back anymore after his father teased him.

"Unemployed?" Yan's father deliberately widened his eyes exaggeratedly. "Who said that? My son clearly switched jobs voluntarily, from a rich club to a rising star in the Champions League. This is a great transfer, and the Bundesliga season is about to come to an end."

"Pfft... Hahahaha..."

Yan Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

From childhood to adulthood, his father could always make even the worst things sound funny in just a few words. In Yan Yuan's memory, his father had always been very optimistic.

Once inside the rented Mercedes, Yan's father set up the navigation while saying, "I've rented a small villa for you near the Hoffenheim training base. It has a private golf course with real grass, but the rent is a bit expensive. Two weeks' rent is equivalent to several months' worth of my golf club fees."

He glanced at his son sideways and said, "If you don't pass the trial, you'll be sending emails to foreigners all day at my trading company when you get back to England."

"No, I don't like sitting in an office sending spam emails to others. I'd rather go to a restaurant and wash dishes for my mom."

The father and son seemed to be having a good time chatting.

As the car entered the highway, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from the city to the countryside.

Yan's father suddenly became serious: "Seriously, during this preparation period, should we hire a temporary coach for you? I know an old German man who used to coach the Stuttgart youth team."

Yan Yuan shook his head: "There's really no need to spend money, Dad. I haven't forgotten the training system from Paris."

Dad Yan shrugged and said, "Alright, but you've been acting a bit strange lately."

He took a moment to look at his son while waiting at the red light.

"I'm just curious, you didn't cry when you were released by Paris, and now you seem so confident."

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained expressionless:

"What, does crying and wailing have to be normal?"

"No, that's not it," Yan's father said as the light turned green and he started the car again. "It's just that you seem to have suddenly grown up. But it could also be my imagination, after all, you even speak German now. Is the Paris youth training program really that amazing?"

"Of course," Yan Yuan said without changing his expression. "Our team has Germans, Spaniards, and Brazilians. It's like the United Nations every day, so it's normal for them to speak German."

Dad Yan laughed heartily: "Alright, then when we get to the restaurant later you'll order in German. If you order the wrong thing, you'll have to eat my leftovers."

......

Upon arriving at the villa, the environment was even better than I had imagined.

Although the private training ground is not large, the grass is neatly trimmed and well-maintained, and there are several brand-new training stakes on the side, which shows that the original owner cherished this place.

Yan Yuan put down his luggage and couldn't wait to change into his training clothes, while his father leisurely lay under the parasol and opened his laptop to process trade emails.

The father and son were each busy with their own things.

"Need a sparring partner, a big star?" Yan's father asked without looking up. "Although my football skills are limited to the neighborhood league, I'm good enough to be a human wall."

"Dad, save your back for now, Mom still needs it," Yan Yuan joked.

"Hey, you brat..." Yan's father stood up, laughing and scolding as he was about to kick Yan Yuan.

In the days that followed, Yan Yuan's life became as routine as a robot's.

I get up at 6:30 in the morning for a morning run, do basic technical training in the morning, and focus on refining the three skills that I have systematically replicated in the afternoon.

In the evening, he returned to his room early, watched the game recordings, and then practiced extra in the system space before going to bed.

Di Maria's ball control ability makes him even more formidable.

Previously, when performing complex ball control moves, the ball would always bounce off. Now, however, he can stick the ball to his feet like a magnet, and he can even perform many difficult freestyle football moves.

Cavani's "Matador's Thorn" shot is even more incisive; in training, eight out of ten shots find the corner of the goal, and occasionally he even manages to score into the tenth corner.

What surprised him most was Verratti's dribbling.

Although the current matching degree is not high, it is already enough for him to move around in a confined space. As training continues, the matching degree of this skill will get better and better.

On the evening of the seventh day, Yan's father was recording on his phone. Watching his son dribble past three training dummies on the edge of the penalty area before unleashing a powerful shot into the goal, he couldn't help but whistle.

"Wow, your Paris youth academy is so strong, how could you get released after playing like this?"

Mr. Yan was unaware that his son had only acquired this skill after being released by Paris Saint-Germain.

Yan Yuan wiped his sweat and said nonchalantly, "Who knows? Anyway, it's their loss if they don't use me."

"Smug," Yan's father put away his phone, "but seriously, your training these past two days... it's like you're a completely different person. You weren't this decisive when you shot before."

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew the reason, of course, but he couldn't explain it to his father. So he gave another answer:

"Maybe it's because... I have nothing left to lose now?"

Mr. Yan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and ruffled his son's hair: "Good lad, just based on this mentality, Hoffenheim will definitely want you."

After dinner, Yan Yuan returned to his room early. The system interface unfolded before him, clearly showing the compatibility of the three skills:

Di Maria - Possession: 100%

【Cavani - Matador's Thorn: 100%】

[Verratti - Dribbling: 70%]

He took a deep breath and closed the system interface.

Outside the window, the Hoffenheim night sky was dotted with stars. Tomorrow was the official trial day, but he felt surprisingly calm.