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

The day after their stunning debut in a friendly match, Hoffenheim's training ground was much busier than usual.

Several cameras were set up outside the stadium, and local Hoffenheim reporters secretly used telephoto lenses to try to capture news about yesterday's 17-year-old rising star.

To be precise, it's an embarrassing story. They naturally assumed that since the 17-year-old boy became MVP in his first game, he would definitely embarrass himself in practice the next day. They thought that such news material would sell like hotcakes.

However, when they actually saw Yan Yuan, they were somewhat dazed.

This young man, who was toying with his opponents on the court yesterday, is now sitting alone on the sidelines, looking down at his tablet, pausing, replaying, and taking notes on the screen from time to time, while holding paper and pen, constantly writing and drawing.

The reporters failed to capture the news they wanted and were eventually kicked out by the security guard.

Nagelsmann stood with his hands in his pockets by the office window, watching this scene from afar.

He originally thought that Yan Yuan would walk into the training field today with a bit of smug excitement, like most young players, and might even be teased by his teammates as a "rising star".

But the reality was quite the opposite. Yan Yuan arrived even earlier than usual, and as soon as he arrived, he pulled up yesterday's game video and began to analyze his positioning and decisions frame by frame.

"This kid..." Nagelsmann muttered to himself, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

The assistant coach pushed open the door and handed over a cup of coffee: "I heard Yan Yuan arrived at 6:30 today? The security guard said it wasn't fully light when he entered."

"He definitely didn't sleep much last night." Nagelsmann took the coffee, his gaze still fixed on the window.

"It was past nine o'clock when the post-match interview ended, and he was still so energetic."

The teaching assistant next to him lowered his voice and said.

"Coach, what's even more outrageous is that he just asked me for the tactical analysis reports of Bologna's three matches in the next friendly, saying he wanted to study their center-backs' defensive habits."

Nagelsmann raised an eyebrow and finally couldn't help but laugh: "This doesn't look like a rookie who just made his debut. He looks more like a thirty-year-old veteran."

Once training officially began, Yan Yuan's performance was even more surprising.

After the regular warm-up, instead of rushing to show off his individual skills like other young players, he took the initiative to find captain Vogt and asked if his positioning during the counter-attack was reasonable.

Vogt paused for a moment, then laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "My God, if I remember correctly, you had two goals and one assist yesterday, and now you're asking me about defense?"

Yan Yuan said seriously.

"Captain, I know very well that the second goal had a lot of luck involved. And if my run on that counter-attack had been a little earlier, I might have created a fourth crucial chance, but unfortunately I didn't."

These words were overheard by Gnabry, who happened to be passing by.

The Bayern loanee stared wide-eyed and turned to Amiri beside him, muttering, "Is this kid possessed by the spirit of some professional player? When I was 17, after playing a game like this, all I could think about was 'I'm awesome,' but he's acting like nothing happened."

Amiri shrugged: "What's so special about that? Yan just practiced long passes for an extra half hour, and he's about to practice off-the-ball runs again. Look at his consistent training schedule, he's like a robot."

And so, the nickname "Robot" spread throughout the team.

During lunchtime, Yan Yuan sat in a corner with his tray, eating while watching Bundesliga match highlights on his phone.

Nagelsmann deliberately sat down opposite him with his coffee, casually asking, "How was it, Yan? How did it go after your debut?"

Yan Yuan raised his head, his eyes calmer than a child's: "Coach, the pace of a top-tier professional team is indeed much faster than training, especially the decision-making time during offensive and defensive transitions. I still need to adapt. By the way, Coach, I just wanted to ask you something..."

He put down his knife and fork, quickly pulled up a video on his phone. He had originally planned to ask this question later that afternoon, but now that the coach was here, he asked it directly.

"It's this part. Do you think it would have been more logical for me to pass the ball wide instead of making a through pass during this counter-attack?"

Nagelsmann nearly choked on his coffee.

He stared at the frozen moment on the screen, which was Yan Yuan's brilliant pass.

Most players revel in the joy of their highlight moments, but this young man calmly dissects his "surgical pass" like a surgeon.

"Theoretically, splitting the sides is indeed more secure," Nagelsmann put down his coffee cup, his tone unconsciously becoming like a teacher lecturing students.

"But you caught the opponent's defensive midfielder's shift in center of gravity. That kind of intuition is rare. Sometimes, the difference between a genius and an ordinary player lies in whether or not they dare to gamble on that 0.1-second opportunity."

Yan Yuan nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly took out a notebook from his backpack and jotted down a few notes.

Nagelsmann glanced at the densely packed tactical diagrams and time markers in the notebook and finally couldn't help but ask, "Yan, how much time do you spend studying these every day?"

"Hmm...it should be about four hours, because my game reading ability is still far from good enough. Improving that is not easy at all, much harder than improving my ball skills." Yan Yuan looked up to answer the coach's question, then continued to take notes, his pen still scratching on the paper.

Four hours—that statement made Nagelsmann's pupils shrink slightly.

He recalled the days when he was 21 and had just become the coach of the Munich 1860 youth team, when he was known in the media as a "data maniac".

But compared to the boy in front of him, it seems that he wasn't much better back then.

Could it be that this kid also wants to be a coach?

During the afternoon's tactical drills, the terrifying nature of "Robot" Yan Yuan was fully revealed.

When Nagelsmann finished setting up a complex tactic combining wing play and central play, most players were still figuring out the running routes.

Yan Yuan noticed a new problem and raised his hand to ask: "Coach, if the opponent's right back uses man-marking, should I actively move to the wing to draw away the defender and create space for Gnabry to cut inside? When I train with Gnabry and we play together on the field, I sometimes feel that doing this would be more efficient."

The locker room suddenly fell silent.

Everyone turned to look at the youngest face, even Captain Vogt looked like he'd seen a ghost.

This isn't a basic, ordinary question; it's definitely not the kind of question that some pretentious guy in class would ask just to show off.

This level of tactical understanding is usually only possessed by professional players who have played in the Bundesliga for many years.

Nagelsmann's lips twitched. He suddenly realized that he might have picked up the rarest species in the world of football:

A monster who possesses both top-tier talent and a top-tier professional attitude.

After training, Yan Yuan stayed until the very end, as usual.

As he finished his last set of core training at the gym, the setting sun had already bathed the floor-to-ceiling windows in orange-red light.

Gnabry, who had somehow found himself leaning against the goalpost, tossed a football into his hand and said, "Hey, robot, wanna grab a drink? To celebrate your perfect debut, and also to celebrate our team's first truly seamless on-field performance?"

Yan Yuan wiped his sweat and gave his first age-appropriate smile of the day: "Okay, but could you wait until I finish watching the last part of the video, just ten minutes?"

"Oh, damn it!" Gnabry exclaimed, clutching his chest dramatically. "Yan, you're not really a robot, are you? Seriously, do you laugh? Do you play video games? Do you have any human hobbies?"

Yan Yuan blinked, then suddenly lowered his voice: "Sergi, actually I have a secret."

"What secret?"

Gnabry immediately leaned closer, only to hear the boy say in a serious tone, "The secret is, I have to use a Type-C port when I charge my phone."

Gnabry paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter.

He ruffled Yan Yuan's hair forcefully: "Hahahaha... Okay, you're too funny, but..." He suddenly became serious,

"Honestly, everyone admires you, not because you play so well, but because... your attitude. Anyway, everyone really likes you."

Yan Yuan shrugged and accepted Gnabry's praise with a smile.

Only he himself knew that behind this almost obsessive focus was the system time accumulation that floated in the corner of his vision: [Today's focus time: 9 hours and 50 minutes].

In order to redeem those expensive items in the system's shop, he had to allocate every minute precisely like a real robot.

But then again, "robot" is just a nickname. Yan Yuan gains the favor of almost everyone around him in his daily interactions. For example, when he notices that goalkeeper Baumann always organizes the equipment by himself after extra training, he will "happen" to pass by and help him.

When younger players are teased by older players, he always manages to defuse the awkwardness with a witty remark; even once, during a team dinner after training, he made a point of remembering Gnabry's aversion to spicy food and quietly asked the waiter to change the sauce.

Yan Yuan has become one of Hoffenheim's "own people".

On several occasions, Nagelsmann couldn't help but say to his assistant coach, "Do you know what I admire most about this kid?"

"Which point?"

"He makes everyone on the team feel valued. The scariest thing about this kid isn't that he runs faster or farther than others, but that he knows when to slow down and wait for his teammates to catch up after he overtakes them."

"Coach, do you mean this kid has the potential to be captain?"

"Yes, absolutely. In any club, captain-level players need this kind of potential. There are many players who are as disciplined as him, but not necessarily as popular as him."

……

Late at night, after the party ended, Yan Yuan returned home and lay on his bed in his apartment, the soreness in his muscles not yet completely subsided.

He closed his eyes, feeling every subtle feedback in his body after training. His right knee was a little tense, and his left shoulder was slightly heavy, but both were within a controllable range.

Suddenly, a crisp "ding" sounded in my mind—the familiar system notification tone.

Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent light screen unfolded in my consciousness, displaying several lines of flashing text: [System update complete, added injury warning function].

Yan Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, all sleepiness gone.

He focused his mind and brought up the system interface.

Sure enough, a red health status icon appeared next to the original data panel.

After opening it, it records in detail the load on various parts of his body: mild fatigue of the right knee patellar tendon (risk level: low, recoverable), mild strain of the left shoulder deltoid muscle (risk level: low, recoverable), left knee anterior cruciate ligament (healthy)... The overall condition is assessed as "good".

"This system is too comprehensive..." Yan Yuan muttered to himself.

He continued browsing and discovered that the system shop had also added a new item: the "Injury Probability Reduction Card." However, the price was a bit high, with a single card costing 2000 points, which was more expensive than some common player skills.

The description states: After use, it can reduce the probability of injury by 50% in the next official match. The effect cannot be stacked.

Yan Yuan raised an eyebrow.

This price is indeed not cheap; it's equivalent to the points he would accumulate by maintaining ten hours of focused training over ten days. However, considering that injuries are what professional players fear most, this product is definitely worth every penny.

He checked his points balance: 3560 points, enough to buy a card.

But he's still far from his ultimate goal: the [Steel Body on the Green Field] skill, worth 10 points.

The skill's effect is simple and straightforward: permanent 100% immunity to injuries sustained on the field, and doubled recovery speed.

This is what he truly desires.

"I'll have to be more careful with my money from now on..." Yan Yuan pondered.

He decided to hold off on buying the "Injury Probability Reduction Card" for now, and instead observe whether the system's warning function was accurate enough. After all, the ideal situation would be to mitigate the risk by adjusting training volume before an injury occurs.

Thinking of this, he opened his training log and carefully compared it with the system's injury warning data.

The training intensity over the past two weeks has indeed been very high, but thanks to scientific recovery training and strict physical management, his body has remained within safe limits.

"It seems I can't slack off when I resume training..." Yan Yuan silently noted this down.

He turned over and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He knew all too well the cruelty of professional football. So many talented players had fallen victim to injuries: Ronaldo, Van Basten, Deisler, Kaká, Gerd Müller, and so on. These stars should have had even more brilliant careers.

So many dreams have been destroyed by a single accidental collision.

Now, he has the ability to avoid risks in advance, which is a great advantage.

In a future important match, perhaps a Champions League knockout stage match or a cup competition against a top club, using the [Injury Probability Reduction Card] before the match can at least ensure that your injury probability is significantly reduced.

Normally, the system's early warning function is used to adjust the training load and avoid excessive consumption.

As for the ultimate goal, "Steel Body on the Green Field," Yan Yuan estimated that at the current rate of point accumulation, it would take a long time to accumulate enough.

But that's okay, he has plenty of patience.

"We have to be down-to-earth..." He closed his eyes, and the system's light screen gradually faded away.