For Zhou Yi, why you play football and how you plan in the future are like the ultimate philosophical question of "Where do you come from and where do you go?"

Understanding this issue will help him find his direction and his goal, so that he can move more firmly and faster.

Thanks to Yang Muge for his words, he had found the answer in his heart.

However, there is a question, he still wants to confirm whether he really has enough talent for professional football.

When Zhou Yi was sleeping heavily in bed and fell asleep, he also entered the world of FIFAOL.

Chu Ling still appeared in front of him as usual and said, "Welcome to the world of FIFAOL, Zhou Yi."

It was like standing at the entrance of the hotel and bowing to every guest who came in and said to welcome him.

Zhou Yi did not ask Chu Ling to arrange for his training immediately, but asked, "Chu Ling, do I have the ability to play football?"

"Of course." Chu Ling's quick and decisive answer surprised Zhou Yi himself.

"Hey, why are you so sure? I'm not even sure about it myself..." Zhou Yi felt that Chu Ling was too perfunctory.

"Because I can see your abilities." Chu Ling said.

"See...my ability?" Zhou Yi felt that this sounded awkward. "Is it because I won the audition final?"

"No. It's because of this." Before Chu Ling finished speaking, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Yi's eyes.

On the black floor, his avatar is his image in the upper left corner, using his current image. His name is "Zhou Yi" on the photo, and on the right is his height, weight, nationality, and good at left and right feet.

They are all consistent with Zhou Yi's current situation. For example, height is 1.71 meters, weight is 48 kilograms, and they are good at the right foot, so there is an Arabic numeral five on the right foot, and it is blue, the left foot is gray, and the Arabic numeral four.

Next are three rows of individual items, each representing a ability, and the Arabic numerals followed by the ability are naturally the ability value. Zhou Yi will understand this at a glance.

It turns out that what Chu Ling said was that she could see her abilities...

Zhou Yi concentrated on his mind and began to look at it one by one - he was also very curious about his specific data.

For him who has played football games, it is not difficult to accept this setting.

Thirty-one shooting skills, twenty-five shooting power, nineteen arcs, twenty-tenth long shots, nine volleys, fifteen free kicks, thirty-seven penalty kicks, twenty-seven headers, forty-six position, fifty-five speed, fifty-five acceleration, forty-four flexibility...

Zhou Yi looked at the first row and felt a dim before his eyes. Looking up, his data were all gray, just as pitiful as those gray garbage equipment in online games.

"So miserable?" Zhou Yi exclaimed, "Is this talented? This is simply a garbage player in the game, no one wants it! The kind who is terminated when the gear is opened, I think he takes up the team's quota and wastes my salary budget!"

"First, the standards of these data are all the standards for professional football, and the highest value is ninety-nine. Now this score is your true level in the professional football world. Second, you are only seventeen years old." Chu Ling said.

Zhou Yi continues to read.

Reaction forty, bounce forth thirty, physical strength forth eleven, balance forty five, short pass twenty two, long pass ten, cross thirteen, vision ninety nine, ball control...

etc?

Zhou Yi moved his eyes away again, looked up, pressing against the ability value of "view". The dark blue ninety-nine was like it exploded in his eyes, shocking him to the point of being stunned.

Ninety-nine vision!

How is this possible? If according to what Chu Ling said just now, the highest score in professional football is only 99... I am already the highest level of professional football in terms of vision!

But he has never received professional football training and has never been involved in professional football.

"How is this possible..." he murmured.

"What's impossible? The field of vision is the size of the range you can see on the court. I think you should be very clear about this thing, right?" Chu Ling said next to him.

A light appeared in Zhou Yi's mind, and he understood why his vision was ninety-nine.

If you can see the floor plan of the entire court, if the view is full, there seems to be nothing too exaggerated?

Zhou Yi pressed the shock for the time being and continued to look down.

Below the field of vision is the ball control, twenty-five, dribbling, twenty-five, dribbling speed, five people staring at people, nineteen aggressiveness, thirty-one tactical awareness, six steals, and nine tackles.

Except for the number of vision values ​​that are against the sky, everything else is terrible gray.

Finally, the total score - forty-one.

Looking at the gray total score, Zhou Yi was unable to complain.

"Forty-one...this is the lowest score, right?"

Chu Ling said: "How is it possible? The minimum score is twenty, and you are more than twice as high as the minimum score."

"That's really... worth the pleasure..." Zhou Yi smiled dryly. "What does twenty-tenth look like?"

"Absolutely... all scores are all digits." Chu Ling was not sure.

"This... is a layman?"

"No, I said this is the rating of professional players. As long as there is a rating, it is considered among professional players. If you do not meet the professional football standards and don't even have a rating, twenty is a hurdle."

"So... can my strength still gain a foothold in professional football?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Forty-one points should be able to gain a foothold in the championship team in the Indian domestic football league." Chu Ling replied.

"Does India also have professional leagues?" Zhou Yi thought Chu Ling was scolding him.

"Yes, the AFC recognized it."

Zhou Yi stopped talking.

He found that there was a second page about his attributes in front of him. When he opened it, he saw that he had special skills and good positions.

The column of special skills is very empty, with only one, called "Hawkeye".

Zhou Yi no longer needs to ask Chu Ling, he could guess what the specific skill was.

He will look at his position next.

The column of the location is a floor plan of a football field, with some circular patches at different locations, including red, green with different shades, and yellow.

"What does this mean?" Zhou Yi asked Chu Ling.

"Red is a position you are not good at at all, yellow is barely able to deal with it, light green means you can kick this position, and dark green means you are like a fish in water." Chu Ling briefly introduced.

Zhou Yi stared at this stadium floor plan and was fascinated.

In the center position in the penalty area, the round patches are light green, while in the center forward position, the round patches are... dark green.

During the day, what coach Hao Dong said echoed in his ears:

"Don't play forward in the future, just play the midfield instead, organize the midfield and the midfielder."

He let out a breath and asked Chu Ling: "Okay, Chu Ling, can I modify my position on the field now?"

"Of course, where do you want to change it?" Chu Ling nodded.

"Front midfielder."

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When Zhou Yi opened his eyes again, the dawn of the morning had already shot into the house from the window, and another new day was coming.

The bed next to it was as neat as yesterday morning, as if it had never slept, and there was still cold sweat on Zhou Yi's pillowcase.

I have to take a shower again.

This time, Zhou Yi didn't think about it for too long. He quickly turned off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Under the erosion of hot water, the sticky sweat stains on the body were washed away. Zhou Yi stood under the spray head, but his thinking was still stuck in the virtual training ground.

He thought that his performance in the first day of training with the whole team was because he played as a forward position. Because after looking at the position chart he was best at last night, it was obvious that the forward was not the best at. So according to his estimate, after he started to change to the position of the front midfielder who he was best at last night, his performance should have improved.

But unfortunately, it wasn't.

Not only was the performance not as good as the day before, but it was even worse.

Because as the front midfielder who organizes the offense, he is the team's offensive hub, and football will gather at his feet from all directions, and then he will send the football out.

This is more opportunities than playing the striker to touch the ball, and it also magnifies his problems and embarrassment in training.

But this time, he was not worried about it for a long time as he had yesterday morning.

He had asked Chu Ling, knowing that his data will increase with age and training, so many of the data are gray now, which does not mean that it will be gray in the future.

So he is not worried that he does not have the ability to play football.

In fact, this problem was solved when he saw his own data.

Ninety-nine vision!

Even top professional players, I'm afraid there are not many of them with such amazing data, right?

Zhou Yi thought complacently, not knowing what data He Ying is.

Only then did he remember that he should look at the data obtained by his teammates, so as to have an intuitive understanding of their abilities - until now he hasn't seen his teammates play football.

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While having breakfast, Zhou Yi met Sun Pan and Yang Muge in the restaurant. He sat cross-legged with the meal opposite the two of them.

"I've thought about it," he said to the two.

"I want to be a professional player, I want to play professional football, I want to make a lot of money, I want to become a famous person."

After saying that, he took a bite of the steamed bun and began to lower his head to eat hard.
To be continued...