After the draw results of the Champions League quarter-finals came out, Dortmund's local media began to look forward to a showdown with Real Madrid.

But for Klopp and his team, there is a more realistic task, which is to ensure the league championship.

With eight rounds left in the league, Dortmund is now five points ahead of second place Leverkusen.

The two-line battle still had a certain impact on this young team.

In the 27th round of the league, Dortmund faces Mainz at home, while Leverkusen faces Schalke at home 04.

In this game, Zhou Yi played the whole game, and gave an assist and scored a goal in the game. He performed very well, helping Dortmund defeat Mainz 4-0 at home.

Although Leverkusen defeated Schalke 04, who was in poor form 2-0 at home, he still couldn't further narrow the gap between them and Dortmund.

After the game, Klopp gave the team a day off, and all players who played in this game could not have to go to the training base the next day.

The same is true for Zhou Yi.

So he slept a little late than usual before getting up.

However, although he is sleeping in, it does not mean that he is really lazy. In fact, if he sleeps for a while, he can practice in the virtual space for a while... If he had not been to continue to strengthen his physical fitness, he would have to get up early to practice in the morning, in fact, he would still sleep in...

After getting off the bed, he stood on the ground and stretched his body, stretched his whole body for a while.

But at this moment, his body froze.

Because he felt the muscles on the back of his left thigh were tight and painful.

It's not the kind of needle-like stinging pain, but it does make him uncomfortable.

He tried to stretch his left thigh again - he stretched his right leg forward, then lunged, dragging his left leg behind and straightened.

The uncomfortable feeling of the muscles on the back of the left thigh came again.

Zhou Yi frowned.

He changed one leg, bowed his left leg forward, kicked his right leg backward, and stretched out. The muscles on the back of his right thigh did not feel as uncomfortable as the left leg.

It’s not that he didn’t feel muscle sore after a fierce game. When he just joined Dortmund, let alone fierce game, after a day of high-intensity training, he would feel muscle sore when he woke up the next day.

But he rarely felt the soreness of muscle in recent season, and that soreness is often soreness in many parts of the body, but this time only the back of the left thigh is discomfort.

Although it was not very serious, Zhou Yi still cared a little.

He began to wear clothes, guessing in his heart what was going on.

But until he put on his clothes, he didn't think of a reason.

I had to continue to frown and wash.

As soon as I went out, I met Cortana.

"Good morning." Cortana greeted him.

"Good morning." Zhou Yi frowned and responded absent-mindedly, then passed by Cortana and walked straight to the kitchen.

"You're going to go to the kitchen to wash?" Cortana reminded him.

Zhou Yi then realized, looked up at the front, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

After Zhou Yi finished washing from the bathroom, his brows had not yet stretched, even when he sat down for breakfast.

Cortana, who was sitting opposite him, finally couldn't help asking, "Isn't breakfast delicious?"

"Ah? No, no." Zhou Yi shook his head quickly.

"Then why are you frowning? Do you have a toothache?"

"The teeth don't hurt, what hurts..." Zhou Yi told Cortana the problem he had been thinking about.

After listening to Zhou Yi's words, Cortana pushed the tableware aside and stood up.

Zhou Yi looked up at her in surprise.

"Take off your pants." Cortana said, looking down at him.

Zhou Yi panicked and covered his crotch: "What are you going to do? In broad daylight, the world is bright, and the lonely man and widow are living in the same room..."

Cortana gave him a blank look: "What are you thinking about? I'll just check it out."

Zhou Yi looked down at his jeans, and then realized that when the team doctor was having an examination in the club, he had to change his pants...

"Do you have to take off your underwear?" Zhou Yi asked again.

"Rogue." Cortana said lightly.

Zhou Yi smiled and turned back to his room. Soon he changed into a pair of shorts.

Cortana pointed to the sofa: "Lying down."

Zhou Yi lay down obediently, and then felt Cortana's hand touching the back muscles of his right thigh.

He "hissed" a moment.

"Is it so serious? I just touched your skin..." Cortana was surprised.

"No, my hands are cold..." Zhou Yi said aggrievedly.

Although it is March now, the temperature in Dortmund, located in northwest Germany, was quite low in the morning. Zhou Yi, who was wearing only a pair of shorts, was afraid of the cold.

Zhou Yi had his back to Cortana. He could not see Cortana's expression, but he could guess that Cortana must have given him a fierce look at this time. Then he shrank his neck and prepared to welcome Cortana's cold fingers again. But he did not feel Cortana's hand putting it back, but heard a rustling sound. So he looked back and found that Cortana was putting his hands together and rubbing each other.

Cortana rubbed her hands and said to Zhou Yi: "Go a goodbye." He spoke in an orderly tone.

Zhou Yi obediently lay down again.

The rustling sound continued behind him, and it took a while before disappearing. Then Zhou Yi felt his right leg covered by a warm palm.

"Is it still cold?" Cortana's voice sounded.

"Uh, no, it's not cold..."

Then Cortana began to use her fingertips to move and massage Zhou Yi's right thigh, making Zhou Yi's thigh numb and itchy. This feeling made him a little...I couldn't help but feel rippling.

But just as Zhou Yi's little heart was about to float up, a pain rushed into his mind without warning, making him scream: "Ah! Gently click lightly click lightly click lightly click lightly click lightly…"

Cortana took his hand away: "Did you stop and rub here when the game was about to end yesterday?"

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment: "Yes, there is such a thing..."

Yesterday he played the whole game and performed very well. However, when the game entered injury time, he stopped and touched the back of his left thigh after passing the ball, because he felt something was wrong when he exerted his force.

But if you want to say it hurts, it doesn’t hurt, it just feels that the muscles are a little tight.

After pressing, he tried to move again, but he didn't feel the pain and ignored it.

Later he simply forgot about this.

If Cortana hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have thought of anything for a while.

"Is it that time..."

"Or what do you think?"

"I thought I pulled it when I got up and stretched... No, how did you know that I was about to end yesterday's game..." Zhou Yi suddenly reacted, and he turned around and looked back at Cortana and smiled, "Oh-I didn't expect you to watch my game too!"

"Don't be self-indulgent, I'm watching my brother's game." Facing Zhou Yi's playful smile, Cortana said expressionlessly.

"But Mark was replaced in the 77th minute..." Before Zhou Yi could finish his words, he was interrupted by Cortana's hand - the hand was pressed to the place where Zhou Yi felt pain again.

"Press gently..." Zhou Yi was frightened and screamed.

"It hurts really?" Cortana asked.

Zhou Yi also reacted after being startled. He tilted his head and felt it carefully, and then said, "It seems...it doesn't hurt that much..."

Cortana continued to press, while Zhou Yi continued to feel it, it was not as painful as he thought. At the beginning, the pain should have been a stress reaction in the brain without any preparation. In fact... it was not so painful.

"Is there a tingling feeling?" Cortana asked as he pressed Zhou Yi's pain.

"Uh...no." Zhou Yi shook his head and said.

"Are you sure?" Cortana pressed hard again.

"Confirm. There is really no." Zhou Yi said.

After pressing it again, Cortana took his hand back: "Muscle strain."

"ah?"

"Muscle strain." Cortana repeated.

Zhou Yi's expression froze from his body to his face, just as Cortana said a spell of petrified magic, which instantly frozen him.

"What are you doing?" Cortana asked when he saw him like this.

"Muscle muscle muscle muscle muscle...muscle strain?" Zhou Yi stuttered. He was not imitating Lao Guo...

"Don't look like you're seeing a ghost," Cortana said. "I know what you're afraid of, but it's not what you think."

Muscle strain is not unfamiliar with professional athletes. Even when Zhou Yi was not a player or a fan, he had heard of this word many times.

Because the media will tell fans that muscle strain is a "stubborn disease" that will occur repeatedly, so once the place you have been strained is not paid attention to, you may be strained again, and the chance of strain will be higher than before. Although muscle strain is not a serious injury such as a meniscus fracture in the knee or a torn cruciate ligament, it will accompany the player's career and come out from time to time to make trouble.

This is also the reason Zhou Yi is worried about. If his left leg is a muscle strain, let alone how many games he will miss. He is only twenty years old and has at least fifteen years of career. Will there be a shadow of a muscle strain accompany him in these fifteen years?

But Cortana saw Zhou Yi’s concerns.

"Not what I thought? What is that?" Zhou Yi asked.

Cortana stretched out three fingers: "There are three levels of muscle strain, the first type of subtle damage to the muscle, the second type of partial tearing of the muscle fiber, and the third type of muscle fracture." Then she took off her last two fingers and said to Zhou Yi: "And you are the slightest first type."

Although it seemed good news to hear that he was the "slightest" situation, Zhou Yi was still a little suspicious and asked, "How do you know?"

"Don't you have no tingling?"

“Yes, no…”

"If you have a muscle fiber torn, you will feel tingling, and you will feel that your right leg is not strong anymore." Cortana puts his hand on the place where Zhou Yi felt uncomfortable. "If you have a muscle break, I press it here and I will obviously feel a depression because your muscle tissue is disconnected and displaced."

Zhou Yi touched it with his backhand and pressed it, but he really didn't hit any pitfalls.

Seeing that he was really the slightest, Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "The slightest is good, the slightest is good..."
Chapter completed!