Football: Starting with the Crescent Moon Slash

Back at his residence, Benitez's words kept echoing in his ears.

"You... go play CDM (defensive midfielder)."

Faced with Jiang Yan's persistent questioning.

Benitez did not explain anything to him.

He only left behind one sentence.

"I don't have much time left to spend on you, so you'd better catch up quickly."

After saying that, he left without giving Jiang Yan any further explanation or advice.

Although Jiang Yan didn't understand Benitez's approach, he was willing to give it a try since it was the head coach's request.

"Never mind that for now, System, open the newly released star player skill pack."

"Random player skill packs are now available..."

A slender yet composed figure, dressed in a red and blue striped jersey, stood quietly in front of Jiang Yan.

He wasn't particularly tall, but he possessed a calm and collected demeanor that allowed him to see the big picture. Every movement he made was precise, like a ruler, revealing the ultimate wisdom of using stillness to control movement.

……

[The Space Reader of Iberia!]

[What football fans call a "football illiterate filter"!]

A defensive artist who can cut off an entire offensive line with just one positioning!

[The most stable metronome behind MSN, the founder of the Barcelona dynasty!]

While he may not be physically imposing, and lacks absolute speed and explosiveness, his control over the pace of the game is truly historic!

……

Congratulations on obtaining Sergio Busquets' "Perfect Positioning" skill (passive)!

Your attributes have improved: Defensive Awareness: 55 → 70, Defense: 60 → 64

In the midfield, a crucial area for both offense and defense, by anticipating the opponent's passing routes and movement patterns, one can accurately occupy key spaces, intercepting or blocking attacks without blindly pressing forward, thus becoming an "invisible barrier" for the team's defense.

"System, you really are always there to grant my requests!"

Although Benitez assigned him to the defensive midfield position, Jiang Yan was completely clueless about the specific responsibilities of that position.

After all, his most familiar position is still attacking midfielder.

But why does this damn system keep giving him skill packs from his mortal enemies?!

Where is Tony's divine guidance?

What about Modric's wide-ranging runs?

What about Gian's sweep?

At the very least, they should give you a skill related to physical fitness!

"Sigh, I don't want to think about it anymore. I wonder what kind of contract the Empress Dowager will give me."

......

The rest day after the game.

It rained, a rare occurrence in winter in Spain.

Inside Florentino's office.

"Lucky boy, I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

Upon seeing Jiang Yan, Florentino's face broke into a rare smile.

"Yes, sir, but this meeting was somewhat expected."

"Oh?"

"I am confident that I can sign another big contract."

Florentino's smile widened.

"You're quite confident."

As he spoke, a new supplementary contract was pushed in front of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan's annual salary increased to three million, plus additional tiered bonuses, a penalty of fifty million for breach of contract, and a signing fee of five hundred thousand.

Not only did my salary triple, but I also received an additional tiered bonus and a substantial signing bonus!

Jiang Yan glanced at the supplementary contract and, finding no problems, signed his name in the blank space of the contract.

"By the way, Benitez told me that he wants you to switch to playing as a defensive midfielder."

Jiang Yan was taken aback; he hadn't expected that Florentino already knew about it.

It seems that Benitez had planned this all along.

"If you feel wronged... then the matter of changing the coach can be put on the agenda."

Jiang Yan's eyes widened upon hearing Florentino's words.

Change the leader?

Palace intrigue?

Are we already getting into palace intrigue and catching the mole?

wrong,

This manager isn't Mourinho!

I never expected the Empress Dowager to have such a taste!

Although he thought this to himself, Jiang Yan still showed a shocked expression.

"Although I don't understand it, Mr. Benitez is my mentor. He gave me this valuable opportunity to play, so... even if I don't understand, I will do it anyway."

Florentino nodded, his smile unchanged.

"That's good. The rain is getting heavier, so you should head back soon."

After Jiang Yan left, Florentino stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching Jiang Yan's back, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"My mentor...heh."

......

Outside the training base.

"This rain is really heavy. I should have brought an umbrella."

Just as he was thinking this, a familiar figure appeared beside him.

"Isn't this Jiang? What are you doing here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Yan turned his head and saw a beautiful figure appear beside him.

"Dr. Emily? Today is supposed to be a holiday, what are you doing here?"

"I left some documents in the office, so I came here specifically to pick them up, but I didn't expect it to rain."

Emily wasn't wearing her usual doctor's coat today; instead, she was wearing a khaki trench coat with black trousers and a white silk shirt underneath.

A simple outfit perfectly accentuated her figure, especially her long legs, which drew everyone's attention.

"By the way, I watched your last match...you...were really good."

Jiang Yan scratched his head a little embarrassed by Emily's sudden praise.

Looking at the shy young man beside her, Emily smiled.

The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping.

Looking at Emily beside him, Jiang Yan mustered up his courage and said:

"Miss Emily, would you like me to... take you home?"

Emily paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on her face.

"Okay, but... can you drive?"

Jiang Yan smiled and pointed to the minibus that was approaching from not far away.

"My car is here."

It turned out to be a taxi.

Emily chuckled upon seeing this.

"Would you normally use a taxi to take someone home? Hahahaha."

Although she said that, she happily got into the taxi when she saw Jiang Yan thoughtfully open the car door.

The taxi door closed, shutting out the torrential rain outside. The warm air inside the car dispelled the slightly dampness from their bodies, and for a moment, there was a sense of quiet.

Jiang Yan glanced at Emily beside him; she was tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

The khaki trench coat was loose at the collar, revealing a bit of the collar of a white silk shirt, which made her neck look exceptionally slender.

After being stared at by him for a while, Emily turned her head and asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Jiang Yan suddenly snapped out of her daze, her cheeks burning, and quickly looked away from the window.

"I'm...I'm fine, but where do you live?"

Emily then realized what was happening, told the driver the address, and the two set off for Emily's house.

After the two left, a black sedan stopped at the entrance of Real Madrid's training ground.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a charcoal-colored face.

It turns out to be Avril Lavigne.

"That little brat Emily, didn't she say she wanted me to pick her up...? Isn't she ready yet?"