green waist king

Chapter 33 Move out of the dormitory
Barcelona, ​​Suarez mansion.

Pere was browsing the Internet when he suddenly thought of Mo Yang. He remembered that this little guy seemed to be starting today, so he searched for the match between Middlesbrough and Leeds United.

[Yang is back from injury and is in the same state as before! 】

[Two passes and one shot, China Yang shines on the riverside stadium! 】

【Positive!A talented midfielder who belongs to the British Championship! 】

[Super arc that belongs to Yang alone! 】

[Bamford returned to form and scored twice! 】

[Leeds United beat Middlesbrough 4-0! 】

【…】

"Ha ha!……"

Seeing these acclaimed news headlines, Pere laughed out loud, feeling more and more that he had picked up a dusty pearl.

"Blood-stained stadium, Yang's hideous face!"

At this moment, a sensational headline appeared in Perey's sight, which made Perret's hands tremble.

"Oh! Hell!"

Pere quickly clicked on the webpage, and when he entered, he saw a bloody face, which made Pere's heart beat faster and he cursed loudly.

At this moment, Suarez and Messi walked in talking and laughing.

"Pere, what happened?" Suarez walked up to Pere with a smile, and then saw Mo Yang's blood-stained face on the computer.

"Oh! This little guy is injured again!" Suarez exclaimed, causing Messi to look over.

Suarez pointed to Mo Yang in Tuli, and said with a smile: "Leo, the little guy I told you about last time is him. In Gerrard's game, he made me feel like I was playing with Harvey. A Fantastic midfielder!"

"Really?" Messi smiled politely, but he didn't care about it in his heart, but he also knew that Suarez would not lie, this little guy must be very good.

……

"Ding!"

"Mission completed: successfully pass the provocateur in the game, reward skill points +1"

After Mo Yang returned to the dormitory with the team, he opened the character attribute panel and directly added the 1 skill point he got to his body.

Overall rating: 69 [semi-professional level]

Speed: 78
Shots: 44 (new! +3!)
Passes: 89
Dribbling: 85
Agility: 80
Defense: 44
Any: 45
Body: 64 (new! +1!)
Physical fitness: 66
Field of view: 91
Ball feel: 100
Talent: Absolute sense of the ball, concentrated burst, S-level flexibility

Left foot: ★★★★★
Right foot: ★★★★★
[Skill Points: 0]

Mo Yang was about to turn off the character panel after adding the points, but suddenly found that the shot had increased by 3 points inexplicably, and he was stunned.

After the ecstasy, Mo Yang thought for a long time, and vaguely felt that it should be related to his own footwork of passing the ball at the corner kick to slam the goal. In human terms, he had an epiphany.

After he took the corner kick, he felt vaguely that it didn't seem that he had to use a lot of force to shoot, and sometimes cleverness could achieve good results.

His current shooting is that once the force is too high, it is prone to various low-level mistakes. Unless this thing is added, it can only be practiced and accumulated experience. There is no shortcut.

After looking at the system mall, it was the same as before, and there were almost [-] more emotional points.

"Enter the ball space!"

Turning off the system interface, Mo Yang silently recited a victory in his heart, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in seconds!

Entering the ball space, Mo Yang clicked on the shooting option, chose Klopp as the defensive player, and then appeared on the field.

Mo Yang took the ball directly to the goal, and the virtual Klopp immediately stepped forward to defend.

To the right of the penalty area, Mo Yang swayed Klopp by knocking the ball left and right. Although he didn't sway completely, there was a gap for shooting.

Before Klopp stretched his foot to grab the ball, Mo Yang rubbed his left foot to the upper left corner of the goal.

The ball has a big arc and a good angle, but it has no strength and looks light. The goalkeeper automatically selected by the space quickly moved over and easily took off the ball with one hand.

"The strength is still not enough!"

He used a long pass for this ball, which was already the maximum force he could control.

There is no way, just continue to practice hard, if you don't believe you can't master it after practicing 80 million shots.

At six o'clock the next morning, Moyang was woken up by the biological clock on time. Although he practiced in the ball space all night, Moyang was in high spirits, and he liked the function of the ball space more and more. It was great to take care of sleeping and training!

On the training ground, Mo Yang did nothing but kick the ball into the gate one after another. He kicked more and more vigorously, cheerfully, and didn't feel boring at all.

After practicing for more than two hours, after breakfast, Mo Yang immediately shifted the battlefield and rushed to the gym.

Bielsa and Frank came and went in a hurry when they saw them in the restaurant, and they didn't realize that they were also in Moyang of the restaurant at all, and both of them had strange expressions on their faces.

"Marcelo!" Frank hesitated, "Do you want to find a psychiatrist for Yang? He looks as crazy as you when you work!"

"Ha ha!"

Bielsa laughed heartily and shook his head, "No need, although Yang doesn't look like an adolescent guy, but I know what's going on with him!"

The reason why Bielsa likes Mo Yang so much is that, from a certain point of view, he and Mo Yang are the same kind of person. He is so focused because of his love that he often ignores some things around him, so he understands Mo Yang very well.

"How about the new tactics?" Frank changed the subject and asked about Bielsa's new plan.

Mentioning this Bielsa looked sad, and said with a wry smile: "If the 433-[-]-[-] formation is used as the basis, I am afraid that apart from Yang, Phillips and Bamford, the other players may take a long time to adapt!

"I'm still making changes, I have some ideas for the time being, and I'll try the effect tomorrow!"

On the other side, just as Mo Yang came to the gym, the phone in his pocket rang.

It was from home. After watching last night's game, Mo Xiangdong and Zheng Lili saw that Mo Yang's face was covered with blood, which worried them to the core.

He just stayed up all night, waiting for Mo Yang to call in the morning.

Mo Yang comforted him for a long time, saying that he simply had a crack in his cheekbone, and the couple hung up the phone in peace.

After resting for half an hour, Mo Yang began to warm up, and then began strength training.

Asensio's strength training advice to Moyang is to only exercise the core strength muscles.

Daily training adopts the method of "core area strength + flexibility", which improves flexibility by linking the elasticity of connective tissues such as tendons and ligaments in the core area, and at the same time increases strength, complementing each other, and the effect is better.

Mo Yang has been exercising like this for a while, but he still doesn't think it's good enough.

After all, Asensio does not belong to him personally. Sometimes he can't find anyone at all, and he feels that he still has to hire a personal trainer.

In this way, his body can be monitored at any time, and the training plan can be adjusted in time according to changes in his body.

As for salary, his current weekly salary of [-] should be able to support it.

"Dingling!" After practicing for a few minutes, the phone suddenly rang.

"Yang, where are you!" Pere's voice came from the microphone.

"I'm at the gym! You're back?" Mo Yang was worried about where to find a personal trainer, so that's all right now, just in time to ask Pere.

"Damn it! Can't you be a little lazy?" Pere on the other end of the phone said with some reproach, and then hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Pere came to the gym, and Mo Yang, who was so focused that he didn't notice him walking in, had a helpless expression on his face.

Pere has been going from player to agent for more than ten years, but he has never seen a player like Mo Yang.

This kid seems to have no private life of his own at all. During the holidays, he is training, and he is training normally, even if he is injured.

Anyway, as long as he appears in your line of sight, he is either training or on his way to training.

Pere was relieved but also a little distressed, and at the same time he became more confident in Moyang's future. If such a player is not successful, God is blind.

Pere waited silently by the side. After a while, Mo Yang stopped after finishing a set of hanging curls.

Pere silently passed the towel in his hand, and suddenly said: "Yang, I will be stationed in England from now on. I have already found a house for you. You can leave here and move out today."

"Hey!" Mo Yang was taken aback, then took the towel to wipe off his sweat, and said with a smile, "Moving today? Are you too anxious!"

"Also, why do you want to stay in England!" Mo Yang asked again.

"Louis doesn't need my help anymore. From now on, my focus of work will be transferred to England!" Pere didn't say clearly that I was worried about you guy, who would be frightened by him every day or so, so I still kept an eye on you. Okay, otherwise I can't afford to hurt you.

At noon, Mo Yang talked to Bielsa and moved out of the training base.

Mo Yang has no luggage, just an old black schoolbag that has been washed and turned white and a peeled football, and he can go with the schoolbag on his back. Of course, he did not forget to take the brand new computer that Phillips and the others gave him.

The house Pere found for him was not far from the training base, less than five kilometers away, in a luxurious villa complex.

The house is not big, only two floors, with eight bedrooms up and down.Mo Yang chose the room on the first floor because he wanted to save some time, which made Pere dumbfounded.

What pleased Mo Yang the most was that although the small villa was small in size, it had a small football field just like the one he had in Liverpool.

In this way, after training every day, if he is violently driven away by the bald man with a stick at the base for extra training, he can continue to train when he comes back, which is perfect!
……

In London, after Wei Bowen and his son separated, he rushed back to the hotel overnight and stayed up all night to get out the manuscript.

There are not only English media reports on Mo Yang, but also his own analysis.

In addition, he also found a lot of video highlights of Moyang's competition, put them together into a compressed package, and sent it directly to his old friend Fan Tong's mailbox.

At the same time, a one-month assignment application was sent out.

The email was sent, but Wei Bowen didn't feel sleepy at all. Instead, he became more and more excited and couldn't fall asleep at all.

This night, the more he got to know Mo Yang, the more shocked he became, from the surprise at the beginning, and then the shock, especially the resume that made him dumbfounded.

And he never expected that Mo Yang had already graduated from a college student, a world-renowned university like Imperial College London, and what was even more outrageous was that he graduated a year early, so good that it was unbelievable.

He had a hunch that when this report was sent back, many people probably wouldn't believe it.

He didn't quite believe it at first, but he went to the Imperial College website to check it himself, and found that Mo Yang really graduated with a major in linguistics.

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(End of this chapter)