Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

night.

In the physiotherapy room on the second floor of the Cologne villa.

Catherine removed the last silver needle from Sun Yang's calf, carefully disinfected it, and put it into her cloth bag.

Sun Yang let out a long sigh of relief. The soreness that had been lingering deep in his thighs had mostly subsided, replaced by a warm and relaxing sensation.

On the system panel deep within my retina, visible only to myself, a blue recovery progress bar is rapidly advancing.

[External special physical therapy stimulation detected...]

Damaged glycogen is being restored exponentially...

"Alright. That's enough for today." Catherine tossed the towel to Sun Yang and went to the sink to wash her hands. "Your muscle foundation is even better than I imagined. I'll do another deep massage tomorrow, and by next week when we face Paris, I guarantee your legs will look brand new."

"Thank you, Catherine." Sun Yang sat up from the physiotherapy bed and moved his right leg.

This private team, exclusively for me, is definitely worth the price.

After eating the high-protein, nutritious meal carefully prepared by Uncle Henry, Sun Yang returned to his bedroom.

He drew the floor-to-ceiling curtains, shutting out the Cologne night. Then he lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness began to sink, directly entering the Football Hall of Fame system.

The surrounding darkness receded like a tide, and the lights on the virtual turf training field lit up one by one.

The belated system settlement announcement rang in my mind right on time.

The Bundesliga Round 21 matches have been concluded.

Match result: Borussia Dortmund 4-3 Bayer Leverkusen.

[Individual stats: Two goals, two assists.]

[Rating: SSS-tier. You demonstrated true finishing ability and tactical vision in this match.]

Then, the skill proficiency numbers started jumping on the panel.

[Batigol's GO proficiency increased by 3 points. Current proficiency: 18/100. That powerful kick that struck the crossbar made the entire Bundesliga hear your power.]

[Beckham's Curve/Crescent Moon Slash proficiency increased by 5 points. Current proficiency: 17/100. Successfully developed a ground-hugging variation; your understanding of the point of contact with the ball has made a qualitative leap.]

Zidane's Marseille turn proficiency increased by 8 points. Current proficiency: 8/100. His extremely high integration with the skill has paid off; he has used this skill multiple times in actual matches, eventually successfully executing it under high pressure outside the penalty area to create free kicks. Muscle memory is beginning to form.

[Post-match settlement: Gained 5 free attribute points.]

[Kant's Perpetual Motion Machine Lung Fragment Trial Card is now on cooldown. Collection progress 2/3. Hint: Create another world-class moment to synthesize the complete permanent talent.]

Sun Yang looked at the system panel floating in mid-air and pondered how to allocate the 5 points of free attribute.

The Champions League knockout stage is fast approaching. Facing a super club like Paris Saint-Germain, the intensity of their midfield pressure is unmatched by any Bundesliga team, and they also have a phenomenal speedster. There's no need to invest in defensive points right now; his current tactical role is as the attacking core.

After a moment's thought, he added 3 points to speed and 2 points to body.

[Speed: 80 to 83]

[Body: 63 to 65]

As the panel data updated, Sun Yang felt a slight tingling sensation deep within his muscles. This indicated that his core strength and acceleration had barely reached the passing grade for a starting player in one of the top five European leagues.

After adding points, a beam of white light illuminated the virtual lawn in front of me.

French superstar Zinedine Zidane, sporting a Mediterranean hairstyle, strolled over.

This midfield maestro always had that serious, unsmiling look. He wore the iconic number 10 jersey for the French national team, stood three meters in front of Sun Yang, with a black and white soccer ball under his feet.

"Good evening, big star," Zidane said in English with a slight French accent, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Coach." Sun Yang put away the panel and greeted him respectfully.

Zidane stood with his hands behind his back, scrutinizing Sun Yang.

"You used the Marseille turn very skillfully in the game against Leverkusen, especially that last one just outside the penalty area," Zidane nodded. "But you don't really think you can dominate European competitions with just that one move, do you?"

Sun Yang was taken aback.

"The system can simulate everything that PSG coach Tuchel has said in front of the media, things you've seen," Zidane continued. "That German may be arrogant, but he has a very accurate understanding of the situation. If your dribbling moves are always just that mechanical backheel turn, PSG's defense will tear you to shreds."

Zidane snapped his fingers.

Several virtual players immediately appeared beside the two, all wearing Paris Saint-Germain's dark blue jerseys.

"Marquinhos, Verratti, and then there's captain Thiago Silva," Zidane pointed to these players. "The defensive axis formed by these three will never be like Leverkusen's clumsy defenders, stretching out their legs and waiting for you to slowly circle around. Especially Verratti."

The virtual Verratti takes a step forward.

"This Italian has an extremely low stance and incredibly strong core strength. His favorite defensive tactic is close marking," Zidane said, walking over to the virtual Verratti and patting him on the shoulder. "If you receive the ball with your back to goal and prepare for a Marseille turn, he won't even wait for you to turn around. In the fraction of a second it takes for your center of gravity to shift, he'll preemptively block your lower body and use his shoulder to knock you out of bounds."

Sun Yang listened attentively. This is the targeted defense of top-tier teams.

"World-class defenders never look at the ball at your feet," Zidane said, walking back to Sun Yang. "They look at your shoulders, your waist, and your supporting leg. The video analysts on the other side have already figured out your power generation habits."

"Then how should I deal with this?" Sun Yang humbly asked for advice.

"Increase your arsenal, change the rhythm of your dribbling." Zidane lifted the ball at his feet and brought it to a steady stop in front of him. "Dribbling isn't just a contest of footwork, it's also a psychological battle. You have to use upper body feints to deceive the defender's center of gravity."

Zidane began his lesson demonstration.

He dribbled the ball slowly, and a virtual defender appeared in front of him.

Just a meter or so away from the defender, Zidane's right shoulder suddenly dropped sharply. His entire upper body made a very realistic forward leaning motion to the right.

The defender's center of gravity was immediately fooled by this move, and he then shifted to the right to block.

At that very moment.

Zidane's right foot, hovering above the ball, didn't touch it; instead, it stepped over the ball. With a gentle flick of the outside of his left foot, he skillfully slipped past the defender's left side, ball and all.

The entire movement was fluid and precise, without any fancy cycling motions, only focused on precise weight distribution and rhythm changes.

"Did you see that?" Zidane turned around. "That's a shoulder drop feint. You feint with your shoulder, making the opponent think you're going to break through from the right, and then immediately move to the left. PSG's defense is extremely tight; you need this kind of technique to break the balance in tight spaces."

Sun Yang nodded, walked to the center of the court, and took the ball.

The system immediately activated a virtual defender.

Sun Yang dribbled forward. As he approached the defender, he mimicked Zidane, lowering his right shoulder to create the illusion of a breakthrough to the right.

He just flicked the ball to the left.

The defender wasn't fooled at all and poked the ball precisely. Sun Yang lost his balance and fell to the ground with the ball.

"That's so fake!" Zidane yelled from the sidelines. "Your shoulders are too stiff. Your eyes are still glued to the ball. The defender can tell at a glance you're not planning to move to the right. To fake a move, you have to fool yourself first!"

Sun Yang got up and brushed the grass clippings off his body. Without any physical limitations, he could keep training.

The second attempt resulted in a turnover.

The tenth attempt also failed.

On the fiftieth attempt, he was still brought down, ball and all.