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

My family won't give me money.

Although the club provides food and accommodation, players still have to pay for their own shoes, protective gear, nutritional supplements, and round-trip travel expenses.

He only had a little over four hundred yuan left.

It won't last long.

He glanced down at the fluorescent pink sneakers on his feet.

This is the most valuable thing he owns.

Chen Xun stood up and dusted off his backside.

First, hone your skills!

Only by training can you have the right to talk about the future!

If you can't improve... then go work in an electronics factory.

He put his phone back in his pocket, went to the equipment room, and returned the ball.

The gatekeeper's anti-Japanese war drama is reaching its climax.

An Eighth Route Army soldier, wielding a broadsword, jumped out of the bunker and cut down three Japanese soldiers.

The old man watched intently, not even glancing up at him when he took the ball.

It was almost 10 o'clock when I got back to the dormitory.

The trial players lived in the innermost row of bungalows at the training base.

Four people share a room, with bunk beds.

The room Chen Xun was assigned to currently only has two people living there. Another bunk is empty, and the remaining bunk belongs to a trial player named Wang Yu.

It's the one who came in first place in the YOYO fitness test.

Wang Yu was leaning against the bed scrolling through Douyin when he saw Chen Xun push the door open and raise his chin as a greeting.

"Did you go for extra training?"

"Can't sleep, need to vent!"

Chen Xun walked to his bed and took off his shoes.

A familiar smell wafts over.

Wang Yu didn't even frown.

Some people find football tasteless.

Having played football since he was a child, he was already immune to the smell.

Instead, I was drawn to Chen Xun's fluorescent pink sneakers.

"It was a gift from my girlfriend!"

"Why do you say that too?"

"Because men won't buy this color."

Wang Yu perked up when talking about his girlfriend, putting down his phone to analyze: "Men basically only wear white, black, or team colors. Only girls think those colors look good and want to give them to their boyfriends, completely disregarding how it would look on them!"

Chen Xun remained silent.

His analysis was so logical that he couldn't refute it.

You shouldn't be playing soccer; being a matchmaker would be so much better!

How come all the soccer players are so knowledgeable about women?

Chen Xun took a shower, lay on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the upper bunk.

There's a Messi poster there, probably put up by a player who used to sleep here.

The poster shows Messi wearing a Barcelona red and blue jersey, celebrating with his right fist clenched.

"Is your girlfriend pretty?"

Wang Yu's voice came from the upper bunk.

He slept diagonally opposite Chen Xun.

I don't have a girlfriend.

"Was the girl who gave you the shoes pretty?"

Chen Xun: "..."

You're secreting too much male hormone!

Acting horny late at night.

Wang Yu was still muttering to himself, "I also want a girl to give me shoes."

He turned over, and the bed creaked.

Bro, why don't you get some glue applied?

Chen Xun simply couldn't stand him anymore.

The dormitory suddenly fell silent.

Chen Xun suddenly realized that he couldn't sleep in a particular bed!

Damn it!

I didn't sleep a wink all night, staying awake until dawn.

……

Zhou Guoliang's training plan is extremely abnormal.

We start morning exercises at 6:30, running three kilometers around the base to warm up, followed by forty minutes of physical training.

Rotate between shuttle runs, interval runs, core strength training, and lower body explosive power training.

Technical training begins at 9:00 AM, with two people practicing passing and receiving, teamwork, and positional drills, continuing until 11:30 AM.

The training session will be from 2 PM to 5 PM.

Zhou Guoliang stood on the sidelines, his whistle like a death knell. If anyone was slow to make a run, passed the ball crookedly, or lost focus on defense, the whistle would immediately ring out, and then the whole team would stop to listen to his reprimand.

No one dared to talk back.

When Zhou Guoliang curses, his spittle can fly quite far.

The person being scolded lowered their head, and those around them dared not utter a sound, for fear that the flames of conflict would spread to them.

By the end of the first week, Chen Xun's basic skill proficiency had reached: passing 35%, ball control 32%, and dribbling 31%.

This level has jumped from the bottom to the middle in the trial team.

In the second week, progress began to accelerate.

The proficiency level jumped from 35% to 45%, and then from 45% to 55%.

Chen Xun discovered a pattern.

The lower your proficiency level, the faster it increases; the higher you go, the slower it becomes.

Just like in a game, you level up very quickly in the first 50 levels, but you have to grind until you're sick of it in the last 50.

But he had no other choice but to work hard!

After training each day, his teammates would go back to their dorms to shower and scroll through their phones, while he would carry the ball to that concrete field by himself.

Passing the ball against the wall, dribbling around cones, and self-tossing and catching the ball.

Wang Yu would sometimes go with him.

The two of them didn't talk much, each practicing their own moves.

Wang Yu practices long passes and long-range shots, which are his signature skills as a midfielder.

The ball flew from his feet, tracing a flat, straight arc in the air, and landed precisely on a mineral water bottle in the distance.

Chen Xun was so shocked when he saw it that his jaw almost dropped.

"What kind of footwork is that?"

"Practice."

Wang Yu succinctly stated: "I started training when I was ten years old, making a hundred long passes every day. You can calculate how many I've practiced."

Chen Xun did some mental calculations.

There are 365 days in a year, but if you take away rest and competitions, that's 300 days.

One hundred kicks a day, thirty thousand kicks a year.

Six years, 180,000 steps.

Only by repeatedly performing the same action can one develop such precision in long passes.

He looked down at the fluorescent pink sneakers on his feet.

The shoe upper has been worn down with several marks, and the edges of the cleats have been rounded off a bit.

This is the result of his practice over ten days.

But compared to 180,000 times, he's just getting started.

The night of the third week.

He practiced until after 10 p.m., and was just about to call it a day and head back to his dorm when a few lines of text suddenly appeared:

[Ding! Host has been training continuously for more than ten days. Passive skill: Training Acceleration]

[Effect: The efficiency of mastery acquisition increases by 50% when completing a single skill training session for the first time each day]

[Note: Persistence is a talent, and you understand this better than 99% of people.]

……

Chen Xun stared at the notification for a moment, stunned.

It seems that this panel is quite legitimate except for foot massage and cupping!

With the boost from accelerated training, the rate of progress in the third week reached a new level.

Passing proficiency jumped from 55% to 68%, ball control to 65%, and dribbling to 62%.

Previously, when he got the ball, all his attention was on his feet.

Now that his basic skills have become proficient to a certain extent, his footwork has become instinctive, and his brain finally has enough computing power to observe his surroundings.

The information about the field first came into view when he had the ball.

Chen Xun received the ball on the right flank, and the Blue Team's left-back pressed forward.

He stepped on the ball with his right foot, turned his body to protect it, and glanced at the center of the middle with his peripheral vision.

The red team's center forward is making a run into the penalty area, and the blue team's center-back is marking him closely, but there is a gap between them.

Chen Xun pushed a ground ball with the instep, sending it through the gap.

The center forward receives the ball, turns, and shoots!

Goal!

Zhou Guoliang stood on the sidelines and couldn't help but nod when he saw Chen Xun's performance.

His passes are completely different from what they were two weeks ago in terms of power, angle, and timing.

The third week has ended.

Chen Xun lay on the bed and opened the skill panel.

[Basic Football Skills Package (Beginner)]

Passing percentage: 98%

[Ball Stop: 95%]

[Dribbling: 92%]

Robben's cut-in shot (Beginner): 31%

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

……

My proficiency in the basic technology package is finally about to be maxed out!