long live the king

Zhang Yang let out a long breath.He has a little understanding of the upgrade system of the ball king system.To put it bluntly, he can gain a certain amount of experience through his outstanding performance in real games and hard training in dungeons, and when these experiences reach a certain level, he can be upgraded, and he will get certain points after the upgrade. Points can be added to a specific attribute point of his own according to his own needs.However, relatively speaking, the experience gained from training in the dungeon is much less than in reality.

In addition, Zhang Yang also noticed that in terms of the experience points he gained today, he gained [-] points of experience for winning the trust of his teammates, but only [-] points of experience for scoring a goal. Obviously, the collective score seems to be higher than the individual points. Achievements score more.This also made Zhang Yang think about everything.

"Congratulations, you are still 240 experience points away from the first level of Novice Village." A subtitle flashed in my mind.His teeth are itchy, your sister, now he gets angry when he hears the word 'Xinshoucun'. In reality, he is regarded as a rookie and a rookie, but he didn't expect to be despised in this so-called system.

What?There are still 240 experience points short of the first level of 'New Village'. Doesn't this mean that I am not even level one now, or a super rookie with zero level?Zhang Yang was depressed.

Zhang Yang tilted his head and thought for a while, that is to say, it takes [-] experience points to reach the first level, and he got [-] experience points in this game, that is to say, according to this performance, five or six games can He has upgraded, and now he is very curious, how many points can he get if he upgrades?How should I allocate these points?

After thinking about it for a while, I still have no clue, and Zhang Yang doesn't bother to think about it anymore. These are not important, the most important thing is to improve his strength as soon as possible!

He took a shower with cold water, and then entered the instance again, enjoying some sweetness. He is more motivated now.

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"The sun is drying your ass, get up quickly!"

"The sun is drying your ass, get up quickly!"

Zhang Yang sat up sleepily, and turned off the alarm clock that was still ringing. This alarm clock was brought out from China, but the Beijing time was changed to French local time. This alarm clock was the one he had just arrived at football school. When his father gave it to him, it meant to encourage his son to cherish time. "The sun is drying your ass, get up soon", but Zhang Yang asked a girl he had a crush on to record the sound, and Zhang Yang had the cheek to ask for it.What do you say, the first voice I hear every morning is yours, this will be the biggest motivation for my efforts... Then the little girl blushed and said this sentence according to Zhang Yang's request, but, this Rourou The sound seems to be more suitable as a lullaby. In fact, whenever he hears this bell, Zhang Yang feels a little excited.

After practicing for at least three or four hours in the dungeon yesterday, plus playing for more than half an hour in yesterday's game, Zhang Yang's physical energy was also exhausted.He squinted for another 2 minutes, and he lifted his quilt cruelly, and suddenly a cool wind came, and the little bird felt cold.

"We ordinary people are so happy today..." After washing up, Zhang Yang came to the cafeteria humming a tune.

"Morning, Michael." Zhang Yang greeted Louis.

"Morning, Zhang."

"What's breakfast today?" Zhang Yang asked, and then he saw the French baguettes in everyone's hands, Zhang Yang stopped talking, your sister, only the French would use things like French baguettes as a staple food.See what he said, if it weren't for the staple food of the French, how could it be called 'French baguette'?

Zhang Yang and the others live in an apartment called Bastide, which is 20 minutes' drive away from the training ground Traverse Delamartine.Therefore, the Marseille youth team specially equipped a minibus for the players living in the apartment. Seeing the minibus, Zhang Yang had a warm feeling, which reminded him of the minibus that traveled between the village and the county in his hometown.

The team's minibus arrived.The players got on the bus one after another. The driver of the minibus saw Zhang Yang still dawdling outside and honked the horn.

"Zhang, what are you looking for?" Louis asked, poking his head out of the window.

"Come on, come on." Zhang Yang waved his hands and ran.Your sister, he just wanted to go to the newsstand not far from the apartment to check. He wanted to buy a few newspapers to see if there were any reports on yesterday's Youth League, and to see if there were any reports about himself. The first thing on his mind when he wakes up in the morning is that those reports will keep him excited all day.However, it was a pity that the newsstand not far from the apartment was not open for business today for some reason, which disappointed Zhang Yang.

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Pierre, the head coach of the Marseille youth team, stood at the door of the training base. He watched these young people come and greet him one after another. He had a satisfied smile on his face. He was happiest with every bit of progress made by these children. and satisfying things.

The minibus that Zhang Yang and the others were riding in came to the door and stopped.

"Morning, coach."

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Coach."

"Good morning."

Everyone got out of the car and greeted Pierre one by one. The latter kept smiling and waving in response. It seemed that the general was inspecting his soldiers.

Zhang Yang jumped out of the car, he stretched himself, and took a long breath, "A new day, I love you."

Pierre watched Zhang Yang 'playing tricks' there, and then pretended to see himself just now when he saw Zhang Yang, the kid smiled and waved, "Good morning, coach."

"Good morning, Zhang." Pierre looked at the high-spirited young man in front of him. He felt a little reluctant. In the morning, he received a call from the head coach of the first team, Fernandez, who wanted to promote Zhang Yang to the first team.To be honest, Pierre is not willing to let Zhang Yang go to the first team at this time. Although Zhang Yang has only been in the team for a week, his progress is obvious. Pierre sees Zhang Yang's progress every day. Working hard, this is the happiest and happiest thing for a head coach of a youth team. Moreover, he originally had a package plan to train Zhang Yang, but now, he learned that Zhang Yang was going to be promoted to the first team.Although Pierre knew before that Zhang Yang would go to the first team to sharpen his skills sooner or later, he estimated that at least a few months or even half a year later, who would have thought that he would receive a call from Fernandez now.

Although he was a bit reluctant, Pierre understood the difficulty of the first team. Lewindula was seriously injured and almost missed the season. Michael Pages was injured again. Now there are only Niang and another striker, and the entire first team has only two players. Forward, this is obviously not okay.

Therefore, Pierre also agreed to Fernandez's request on the phone. However, Pierre also made his request. If Zhang Yang does not perform well in the first team and does not get a chance to play, then at the latest after Christmas , Zhang Yang wants to return to the youth team.There are two months left until Christmas.Fernandez agreed to Pierre's request. After all, he promoted Zhang Yang to the first team as an emergency. If Zhang Yang fails to meet the requirements of the first team, he will naturally return to the youth team if he fails to play. Besides, after Christmas, winter The transfer market is about to open, and Fernandez can also go to the transfer market to find a striker.

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Zhang Yang saw Pierre staring at him, he was a little puzzled, he touched his head, he laughed and was about to run away.The coach's eyes are not right today, he looks like some kind of old man with abnormal orientation.In addition, Zhang Yang himself has ghosts in his heart.

"Zhang, stop, why are you running?" Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to leave, Pierre quickly stopped him.

"Hey, coach, what's the matter?" Zhang Yang stopped, turned around and smiled.

"Why, did you drink last night?" Coach Pierre sniffed his nose suddenly, and it seemed that his sense of smell was very sensitive. Zhang Yang and the others didn't drink much yesterday. The little smell of alcohol still did not escape his nose.

"Uh, I drank a little bit, just a little bit. I celebrated my goal by myself." Zhang Yang scratched his head and said with some embarrassment. Just catch them, we can't let those two fall into the pit too.Good buddies naturally have to be loyal.

Pierre frowned, "Come with me to the office."

Miserable, bitter too.Zhang Yang followed Pierre's ass with a bitter face, which reminded him of the scene when he was often mischievous and mischievous in elementary school, and was dragged into the office by the head teacher to give lectures...

"Coach, I really only drank a can of beer."

"Coach, I won't lie to you."

"Coach, let me tell you the truth, I am used to drinking a can of beer after scoring a goal. This is my lucky charm, which will help me continue to score goals in the next game."

"Coach, this is our tradition, and our players all have this habit." Zhang Yang continued to grumble.

Pierre's face was dark, and he walked on his own, ignoring the publicity. Uh, if Mr. Pierre is familiar with the Chinese Internet language in the future, what he wants to say most at this moment must be: "Your circle is really good." Amazing'.

The morning sun shines down and casts on the body of the old and the young, the old with his hands behind his back, followed by the young 'obediently', the two seem to be 'talking happily'.

Early this morning, I felt the training base of the Marseille youth team. Zhong Dajun, who hoped to interview Zhang Yang, stood not far from the gate of the training ground and saw this scene.

Click.

He clicked the shutter.His unintentional actions left behind this precious photo that will arouse too many memories in the future.

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ps: the first update.The collection has been pulled away by a dead engine oil for hundreds of miles. Brothers, if you haven’t collected this book, please collect it. Anyone who collects this book will make a fortune tomorrow.

Finally, let’s talk about the red ticket, the one with the red ticket is reserved for me, and the following is a wave of climax, boobs.