He unleashed a world-class goal with a single kick; you're saying this is Su Chao?

Just then, the referee blew the final whistle.

competition is over.

Chen Xun braced himself on his knees, panting heavily.

The mouse walked over and squatted down next to him.

Neither of them spoke.

After catching his breath for a while, Mouse finally spoke: "Why didn't you shoot the last ball yourself?"

"Three people are trying to block me, I'm not stupid!"

Chen Xun looked up, his face covered in sweat: "But our center position is open!"

He pointed to the center who was high-fiving his teammates.

Mouse followed his finger and looked over, then looked back at Chen Xun.

"People like you are the most terrifying!"

"Despite having the ability to score goals, he is willing to pass the ball to a teammate in a better position at the most crucial moment."

The mouse stood up, patted the grass clippings off its rear end, and said, "Many people can't do that. After scoring the first goal, they want to score the second, and after scoring the second, they want to score the third. In the case of the last goal, nine out of ten wingers will choose to shoot it themselves. If they score, they become heroes; if they don't, no one will blame them."

"But you're different!"

He looked down at Chen Xun and extended a hand: "Being teammates with you must be quite comfortable."

Chen Xun was stunned for a moment, then grabbed his hand and was pulled up.

"It's quite nice to be your rival!"

"Come on!"

The mouse clenched its fist: "I'll definitely guard against you next time."

"I'm waiting!"

The setting sun bathed the entire stadium in orange light.

Zhou Guoliang gathered all the trial players together, holding a record sheet in his hand.

"The coaching staff will comprehensively evaluate today's test results and notify everyone within three days."

His gaze swept over everyone, finally lingering on Chen Xun: "Football is not an individual sport!"

"When you get back, whether you stay or not, remember what you learned on the field today."

He closed the record sheet.

"Disband!"

The crowd dispersed.

Those who came for the trial went home, while Chen Xun followed Haozi to the club's dormitory.

He will begin his stay at the club today.

I took a quick shower and lay down on the bed.

Lines of text began to appear:

Training duration: 6 hours

Robben's inside-cutting shot proficiency is 25%.

【足球基础技术包熟练度提升：传球+5%（累计17%）、停球+4%（累计12%）、盘带+6%（累计11%）】

[Hidden achievement triggered: First assist]

[Achievement Reward: Dribbling Proficiency +2% (total 13%)]

[Current Skill Panel]

Robben's cut-in shot (Beginner): 25%

[Messi - Dribbling Breakthrough (Beginner): 0% (Cupping 0/100)]

[Basic Football Skills Package (Beginner): Passing 17%, Ball Control 12%, Dribbling 13%]

Overall rating: E+ (entry-level player)

……

Evening, at the club's cafeteria.

Chen Xun picked up his tray and sat down in a corner.

Tonight's dinner is braised chicken pieces, stir-fried greens, rice, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Food cooked in a large pot.

I can eat my fill, but the food doesn't taste good.

There weren't many people in the cafeteria. The official team members hadn't started training yet; only a few trial players and the coaches on duty were eating.

He took out his phone, opened Gaode Maps, and typed "cupping" into the search bar.

Red dots appeared sparsely on the screen.

The nearest one is over ten kilometers away.

Chen Xun flipped through a few pages, growing more and more desperate with each turn.

Most of them are small shops run by elderly men in villages, offering massage and bone-setting services, some even operating from their own homes.

He imagined himself after training, going to the village, lying in a dimly lit bungalow, with a glass jar covered in soot on his back.

The old man lying next to him was still chatting with the boss in his local dialect.

Once, twice... a hundred times.

It's absurd just to think about it.

Chen Xun continued flipping through the pages.

There were no entertainment facilities or even a supermarket next to the club.

Moreover, there is only one bus route available, with the last bus departing at 7:30 PM.

"What a godforsaken place this is."

Chen Xun muttered something and put his phone face down on the table.

Cupping can only be put on hold for now.

Instead of worrying about this, it's better to focus on doing what you can do well first.

With a thought, the skill panel appeared before his eyes.

[Basic Football Skills Package (Beginner)]

Passing percentage: 17%

[Ball Stop: 12%]

[Dribbling: 13%]

……

Less than 20% are even close to passing.

He already felt the limitations imposed by his technical shortcomings during today's match.

When he gets the ball, he doesn't dare to dribble for long; when he passes, he can only pass safely; and when he's under pressure, his first reaction is to pass back rather than try to get past the defender.

If it weren't for his speed and that one inside cut that kept him going, he would be invisible on the court.

I doubt they'll even touch the ball.

Chen Xun understood perfectly well that a player who only knew one move could only be used as a surprise weapon.

When the main players are tired, you can be brought on for ten minutes, or when the score is behind, you can be thrown on for a gamble.

But we'll never give you a starting position.

Chen Xun didn't want to be a surprise attack.

He wants to be a key player!

Then you need to master the basic skills.

He quickly finished his meal, carried his tray to the recycling area, then left the cafeteria and headed towards the training field.

It was completely dark.

The streetlights in the base were spaced far apart, and their dim yellow light made the road appear patchy with light and shadow.

Next to the training field is a cement area with lines drawn on it for a five-a-side football pitch, and two small goals standing next to it.

This is where the team members usually practice on their own.

After the formal training session ends during the day, there are always people here practicing kicking the ball against the wall, juggling the ball, and dribbling around cones.

The wall was covered with ball marks, black ball marks layer upon layer.

Chen Xun took a ball out of the equipment room.

The old man in the equipment room was watching an anti-Japanese war drama on his phone. Hearing the noise, he looked up, recognized him as a trial player who had just arrived that day, and without saying anything, tossed him the ball and went back to watching his show.

He placed the ball on the ground, faced the wall, and took a deep breath.

Start!

The first activity: passing the ball against the wall.

The 20-meter distance, with a single touch, trains passing accuracy and the stability of the first touch.

This was his worst score in today's technical test.

He pushed the ball against the wall.

The ball bounced off the wall and bounced back; he met it with a kick and pushed it back.

It bounces back, then you push it back.

One, two, three...

He was able to maintain his rhythm in the first ten shots, the ball's rebound trajectory was generally stable, and his contact points were fairly accurate.

As the number of cases increased, Chen Xun felt his rhythm starting to get out of control.

As the angle of the first kick deviates, it will only become more and more off-center.

Before the ball had even been kicked thirty times, it bounced off the wall and went to the side.

Chen Xun bent over, supporting himself on his knees, panting.

He couldn't even manage thirty kicks!

A professional player touches the ball at least fifty or sixty times, and sometimes over a hundred times, during a single match.

Each touch of the ball must be completed under different body postures, different directions of the incoming ball, and different defensive pressures.

He's currently just doing the most basic passing and receiving in front of a stationary wall.

The difference is visible to the naked eye.

But he went through a similar phase when he was training in track and field.

I felt I could run faster, but the numbers on the timer just wouldn't budge.

Chen Xun recalled what Lao Xu had told him back then.

Progress is not a straight line, but a series of steps. You can walk at the bottom of the steps for a long time without feeling any change, and then suddenly one day, you will be at the top.

He straightened up and put the ball back on the ground.

continue!

The fiftieth, sixtieth, seventieth...

[Ding! Passing proficiency +1%]

Current passing proficiency: 18%

The words appeared.

Chen Xun's eyes lit up.

Sure enough, practicing extra on my own also helped me improve my proficiency.

Based on this calculation, approximately every 50 to 80 high-quality passes can increase the score by 1%.

At this rate, if he practices for two extra hours every day, he can probably reach 100% in passing in two or three weeks.