"No...no, I must have made a mistake!" Mark, who reacted, stared at the numbers on the screen and shook his head and murmured. He could not accept that his number was so bad.

Although he is a substitute in U17, he doesn't think his ability is so unbearable. He is an old football player who plays live football, so he naturally knows what level of this score is.

At such a level, it is impossible to play in the first team of Dortmund. He can't even play in the Bundesliga. In the relegation teams in the Bundesliga, players of such numbers are marginalized.

This ability can only play in the German second division, or even... Germany C, or the most likely one is the regional league, which is the fourth division of German football.

I have been practicing football for ten years, are I only worthy of going to the fourth league?

No, there must be something wrong!

He turned his attention to Zhou Yi, hoping to get support from Zhou Yi.

But Zhou Yi pointed to the physical data column and said to Mark: "Look at it yourself, Mark, does the data on this really reflect your physical fitness?"

Then he cut to the offensive column and said, "The shooting number is 44. To be fair, Mark, do you think your shooting skills are superb? To be honest."

Mark's mouth opened, but no sound was made.

Zhou Yi analyzed it for him one by one, based on what he and Mark had observed after training together for such a week.

At the end of the day, Mark was speechless.

Zhou Yi said: "I know you think this is incredible and don't want to admit it. But this is the fact, this is your true level."

Looking at Mark's expression, Zhou Yi thought of his performance when he saw his data for the first time, which was probably similar to Mark's - his mind was full of doubts about whether he could continue playing football.

These cold numbers have no emotion at all, but they really reflect his level at that time.

Nothing is more convincing than numbers.

Whether you believe it or not, the numbers are here.

Mark was said to be unable to raise his head. Zhou Yi guessed that he must have begun to doubt whether he chose the right path of football.

I model myself to train with him, not to hurt his confidence and make him suspicious.

So he patted Mark on the shoulder: "First of all, Mark. Only by facing your weaknesses can you make progress. If you don't even know what your own weakness is, how do you know which direction to work? So it's no big deal to be weak. Besides, isn't our special training just to improve our strength? If you are very strong, then why are you special training?"

Speaking of special training, Mark's attention finally shifted from self-doubt and self-denial: "By the way, aren't we going to special training? Zhou Yi, why are you here for me?"

"This is part of the special training." After Zhou Yi said that, he created a new character and began to pinch his face. This time Mark saw that Zhou Yi was pinching himself.

When Zhou Yi was about to finish the pinching, he complained: "This is not fair, you are very handsome!"

Zhou Yi looked surprised: "Isn't this me?"

Mark shook his head and waved his hand: "Not at all!"

"Jealous!" After Zhou Yi convicted Mark, he pressed the confirm button, and the virtual Zhou Yi's disgraceful appearance was frozen and preserved.

Then there is the setting of height, weight, and jersey wear style, which is very consistent with Zhou Yi’s own real situation.

Finally, there are various attributes that Mark is most concerned about. As a fan of Zhou Yi, he naturally thinks that Zhou Yi’s strength is above him, and what he is stronger than Zhou Yi may be just physical strength.

Mark's own physical strength is seventy, and in the physical fitness column, this level is actually not very good. But at least he can persist in playing the entire game without being exhausted or almost exhausted.

He watched Zhou Yi set up his own data.

Fifty-one shots, forty-seven headers...short passes eighty-one!

"Wow!" Seeing this number, Mark exclaimed.

But Zhou Yi immediately turned the rocker back, and the number began to decrease, from 81 to 70 before stopping.

"It's not taken away, there are too many sets," Zhou Yi explained.

"Go..." Mark rolled his eyes.

After a while, when he saw Zhou Yi in the column of "Vision", he kept tilting the joystick to the right without loosening. The number was jumping rapidly, increasing from the initial forty to ninety to ninety. He couldn't help asking, "Isn't it taken it?"

Zhou Yi released the rocker, but did not turn it back.

"No, I'm that tall."

"Ninety-nine?" Mark was shocked. "Full value! How is this possible?"

"This is difficult to explain clearly, but I am indeed quite talented in this regard..." Zhou Yi is not polite.

"That can't be full value, how can you grow like this?"

"I don't need to grow up here." Zhou Yi said with confidence, so he made Mark want to beat him up. "What I need to grow is passing, shooting, physical strength, strength... these things. But vision is my talent, and this thing needs to be upgraded. How can I get through? How do you think I can assist two goals in the game against you? I can see all the gaps in your formation!"

Regarding Zhou Yi's words, Mark thought he was bragging, and it was quite common for teenagers to brag.

He did not continue to argue with Zhou Yi, but just hummed twice to express his unbelievance.

Zhou Yi was too lazy to explain to him, anyway, he would understand sooner or later.

Build your own characters, save them and exit, and then replace both of them with two substitutes in the Dortmund team. Zhou Yi chose the Masters League mode and chose Dortmund as the manipulation team.

Enter the game mode, switch yourself and Mark to the main lineup, and then start the game.

In the game settings before the game started, Zhou Yi chose to fix the cursors of both handles, so that the specific players can be selected.

Zhou Yi chose himself and asked Mark to choose himself.

While reading the competition, Zhou Yi explained to Mark how he would train specifically:

"Special training is very simple. In the game, you only control yourself, and I only control yourself. You are the forward and I am the midfielder. Your task is to run and then catch my pass and shoot the football into the goal."

"It sounds very simple. Come on! Watch me score five goals in one game!" Mark was already eager to try.

"Stop funny, I set a five-star difficulty."

While we were talking, the game had already begun. After quickly pressing the previous entry animation, we could finally start the game.

Mark really can only control himself, and Zhou Yi is the same.

Originally, Mark thought this would be very simple. If you want to play games, who can’t? He is a master of football games!

But after a game, he stared at the "0" behind Dortmund's name. Dortmund did not score a single goal, and he did not score a single goal...

After a long time, I suddenly shouted: "This is impossible!"

Zhou Yi spread his hands helplessly: "How is this impossible? You are just running around... Look at the game statistics, Dortmund's offside eleven times in one game, all of which are your contributions! You can offside eleven times in five minutes of half-time games. I am really convinced you... I took back the statement that I thought your tactical awareness and running were good..."

"No, no, I only operate one person for the first time. I'm a little uncomfortable. Sometimes when you control the ball in the backcourt, I just leave the screen..." Mark explained.

"Don't you look at the minimap? Besides, you haven't played the 'Green Legend' mode?" Zhou Yi didn't believe Mark's explanation.

"This... is not used to it, not used to it..."

"Come on again. Don't think it's simple. Although you control it with a handle, it actually tests your own brain and your ability to find space and run on the court."

Mark was speechless. In the game just now, he had fully seen Zhou Yi's ability to find space. He would always remind himself to run up and down... It turns out that those places are space, but sometimes he can't see it.

In this way, the two people used their controllers and game consoles to carry out the "special training" in full swing.

In the end, the two of them slept one hour later than usual before they finished today's "special training".

Rubbing his thumb with a sore throat, Mark frowned and said, "No matter how good the game is, it is just a game after all, and it cannot perfectly simulate the real situation. Will it be unprofessional to use games for special training? "

"There's no way. You've seen the specific content of this special training. In fact, you just run and pass it on me. But if we only have more people to cooperate, we can't practice it. We can only simulate it in the game. Anyway, it's that meaning. Looking for the feeling of cooperation, you have to get used to my way of playing football." Zhou Yi spread his hands.

"Well..." Mark nodded. "You're also used to my way of playing football."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

What he wants to say is that he actually knows Mark's way of playing football. Since he came to Dortmund, he has transferred Mark to the main lineup in FIFAOL3, and trains with himself every night in his sleep. He is already very familiar with Mark's way of playing football. The special training he has come up with now is really to improve Mark's strength and allow him to keep up with his ideas.

But after saying this, he couldn't explain why to Mark.

This is the trouble for people with secrets. There are too many things that cannot be explained or said.

"Well, although you have been scolded many times during the special training, I still thank you, Zhou Yi. You have restored some confidence in my future."

"Idiot, of course you can't lose to your sister." Zhou Yi said with his fists. "Not only should you become a qualified professional player, but you should also become a big star! Let your sister change her prejudice against athletes!"
Chapter completed!