Chapter 25 Rare Photos

Now it seems that through your efforts in reality, you can improve your strength! This is the same in the King of Football System and in reality! It is essentially the same meaning. It is just that your ability is more quantified and easier to understand.

Zhang Yang let out a long sigh. He understood the upgrade system of the King of Football System. To put it bluntly, his outstanding performance in the game in reality and hard training in the dungeon can gain a certain experience. If these experiences reach a certain level, he can upgrade and get a certain number of points after upgrading. These points can be added to a specific attribute point of his own according to his needs. However, relatively speaking, the experience obtained by training in the dungeon is much less than in real life.

In addition, Zhang Yang also noticed that he won the trust of his teammates in terms of the experience points he gained today, and he gained twenty points of experience, but he only scored fifteen points of experience. Obviously, the collective score seemed to be more than the individual achievement score. This also made Zhang Yang think everything.

"Congratulations, you're still 240 points away from the first level of the novice village." A subtitle flashed in your mind. Zhang Yang was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he heard the three words "novice village". He was regarded as a newcomer and a rookie in reality. He didn't expect to be despised in this so-called system.

What? I am still 240 points away from the first level of the novice village. Doesn’t this mean that I am not even a level one now, and I am still a super rookie at level zero? Zhang Yang is depressed.

Zhang Yang tilted his head and thought about it. That is to say, he needed 300 points of experience to the first level. He got 60 points of experience in this game. In other words, if he performed like this, he could be upgraded in five or six games. He is now very curious. How can he get after upgrading? How should he allocate these points?

After thinking for a while, I still had no idea. Zhang Yang was too lazy to think about it. These are not important. The most important thing is that I must improve my strength as soon as possible!

He took a shower with cold water, then entered the dungeon again, and had some desserts, and he was now more motivated.

"The sun is shining on her butt, get up soon!"

"The sun is shining on her butt, get up soon!"

Zhang Yang sat up sleepily and pressed off the still-crying alarm clock. He brought this alarm clock from China, but only changed Beijing time to local time in France. This alarm clock was given to him by his father when he first arrived at the football school. It was to encourage his son to cherish time. The sun was soaking, so get up soon. However, Zhang Yang invited a girl he had a crush on at the beginning. Zhang Yang asked for a shameless sound to ask for it. What to say, the first sound I heard every morning is yours, which will be the biggest motivation for my efforts... Then the little girl blushed and said this according to Zhang Yang's request, but this soft voice seemed more suitable for a hypnotic song. In fact, whenever she heard the ringtone, Zhang Yang was a little excited.

I practiced for at least three or four hours in the dungeon yesterday, and played for more than half an hour in yesterday's game. Zhang Yang's physical fitness was also very exhausted. He sniffed for another two minutes, and he turned his quilt off with his heart. Suddenly, a cool breeze hit, and the birds felt cold.

"We ordinary people are so happy today..." After washing up, Zhang Yang hummed the song and came to the cafeteria.

"Ash, Michael." Zhang Yang greeted Louis.

"Year, Zhang."

"What is the breakfast today?" Zhang Yang asked, and then he saw the French sticks in everyone's hands. Zhang Yang stopped talking, and only the French would use French sticks as staple food. Judging from what he said, if it weren't for the French's staple food, how could it be called French sticks?

Zhang Yang's residence is an apartment called Bastead, which is still 20 minutes' drive from the training ground traverse delamartine. Therefore, the Marseille youth team specially equipped the players living in the apartment with a minibus. Seeing this minibus, Zhang Yang felt a warm feeling, which reminded him of the minibuses that traveled to and from the villages and counties in his hometown.

The team's minibus came. The players got on the bus one after another. The minibus driver saw Zhang Yang still being slow outside and honked the horn.

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

"Here, here." Zhang Yang waved his hand and ran over. He just wanted to go to the newspaper booth not far from the apartment. He wanted to buy a few newspapers to see if there were reports of yesterday's Youth League, and see if there were any reports about him. This was the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning. Those reports would make him excited all day. However, unfortunately, the newspaper booth not far from the apartment didn't open for business today. This disappointed Zhang Yang.

Marseille youth coach Pierre stood at the door of the training base. He watched these young people come and greet him. His face was filled with a satisfied smile. Every little progress made by these children was the happiest thing he was happy and satisfied.

The minibus Zhang Yang and the others took came to the door and stopped.

"Early, coach."

"Good morning."

"Good morning, coach."

"Good morning."

Everyone got out of the car and greeted Pierre in turn. The latter kept smiling and waving his hands, which looked like the general was inspecting his soldiers.

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

Pierre watched Zhang Yang playing there, and then when he saw Zhang Yang, he pretended to see him just now. The boy smiled and waved, "Good morning, coach."

"Good morning, Zhang." Pierre looked at the energetic young man in front of him, and he was a little reluctant to let him go. In the morning, he received a call from the first team coach Fernandez to transfer Zhang Yang to the first team. To be honest, Pierre was not willing to let Zhang Yang go to the first team at this time. Although Zhang Yang had only been in the team for a week, his progress was obvious. Pierre watched Zhang Yang improve and work hard every day. This was the happiest and happiest thing for a head coach of the youth team. Moreover, he had a package of plans to train Zhang Yang, but now he learned that Zhang Yang was going to be transferred to the first team. Although Pierre knew that Zhang Yang would go to the first team sooner or later, he probably would have been 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 reluctant to let it go, Pierre understood the difficulties of the first team. Luindula was seriously injured and almost reimbursed the season. Michael Paggis was injured again. Now there are only Nian and another forward, and there are only two forwards in the first team. This is obviously not possible.

Therefore, Pierre also agreed to Fernandez's request on the phone, but Pierre also made his request. If Zhang Yang performs poorly in the first team and cannot get the chance to play, then Zhang Yang will return to the youth team after Christmas at the latest. Now there are two months left before Christmas. Fernandez agreed to Pierre's request. After all, he was also an emergency. If Zhang Yang does not meet the requirements of the first team, he will naturally return to the youth team if he can't play in the game. Besides, after Christmas, the winter transfer market will be opened, and Fernandez can also find a striker in the transfer market.

When Zhang Yang saw Pierre staring at him, he was a little confused. He touched his head, laughed and was about to run away. The coach's eyes were not right today, and he looked like an old man with an abnormal orientation. In addition, Zhang Yang also had a ghost in his heart.

"Zhang, stop, why are you running?" Pierre saw that Zhang Yang was about to leave, so he quickly called him.

"Hehe, coach, is there something wrong?" Zhang Yang stopped and turned around and smiled.

"Why, did you drink last night?" Coach Pierre suddenly sniffed his nose. It seemed that his sense of smell seemed very sensitive. Zhang Yang didn't drink much yesterday. After a night, the only remaining smell of alcohol still did not escape his nose.

"Uh, I drank a little bit, just a little bit, I celebrated my own goal." Zhang Yang scratched his head and said embarrassedly. He didn't dare to say that he was drinking with Yasioi and Luis. He could just be caught by himself. He couldn't let those two fall into the pit. Good guys naturally have to be loyal.

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

It was miserable, but it was bitter. Zhang Yang followed Pierre's butt with a bitter face, which reminded him of the scene when he was often mischievous and naughty when he was in elementary school and was pulled into the office to scold him by his class teacher.

"Coach, I really had a can of beer."

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

"Coach, I'll tell you the truth. I'm used to drinking a can of beer after scoring the 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 have this habit." Zhang Yang continued to be careless.

Pierre looked dark and walked by himself, ignoring the flamboyant Rory word. Uh. If Mr. Pierre is familiar with the future Chinese Internet terms, what he wants to say most at the moment is definitely: Your circle is so magical.

The morning sun shone down and poured on the old and the young. The old man held his hands behind his back, followed by a young man obediently. The two seemed to have a good conversation.

I felt the training base of the Marseille Youth Team early this morning. I hope that Zhong Dajun, who can interview Zhang Yang, stood not far outside the gate of the training ground and saw this scene.

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Chapter completed!