Chapter 25 Precious Photos
Zhang Yang took a long breath. He has a little understanding of the upgrade system of the king system. To put it bluntly, his excellent performance in real competition and hard training in the copy can gain a certain amount of experience, and when these experiences reach a certain level, he can upgrade. After upgrading, he will get a certain number of points. He can add these points to a specific attribute according to his own needs. Click up. However, relatively speaking, the training in the copy is much less than in reality.
In addition, Zhang Yang also noticed that in terms of the experience he gained today, he gained 20 points of experience by winning the trust of his teammates, but he only got 15 points of experience in scoring a goal. Obviously, the collective score seems to be more than the individual achievement score. This also makes me publicize all my thoughts.
"Congratulations, there is still 240 points of experience away from the first level of the novice village." A subtitle flashed in my mind. Zhang Yang's teeth are itching. Your sister, he is very angry when he hears the word 'Novice Village' now. In reality, he is regarded as a newcomer and a rookie. He didn't expect to be despised in this so-called system.
What? There are still 240 points of experience away from the first level of the 'Novice Village'. Doesn't this mean that I am not even a first level now, or a zero-level super rookie? Zhang Yang is depressed.
Zhang Yang tilted his head and thought for a moment, that is to say, it takes 300 points of experience to get to the first level. He got 60 points of experience in this game, that is to say, if he follows this performance, he can be upgraded in five or six games. He is now very curious about how many points he can get after upgrading? How should I allocate these points?
After thinking about it for a while, I still have no clue, and Zhang Yang is too lazy to think about it. These are not important. The most important thing is to improve your strength as soon as possible!
He took a shower with cold water, then entered the copy again and ate a little sweetness. Now he is more motivated.
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"The sun is shining on your buttocks. Get up!"
"The sun is shining on your buttocks. Get up!"
Zhang Yang sat up sleepy and casually pressed the alarm clock that was still calling. This alarm clock was brought by him from China, but he changed Beijing time to the local time in France. This alarm clock was given to him by his father when he first arrived at the football school, which was to encourage his son to cherish time. The sun is shining on your buttocks, get up quickly', but Zhang Yang invited a girl he secretly fell in love with to record the sound. At the beginning, Zhang Yang was brazen to beg for it. What should I say? The first voice I hear every morning is yours, which will be the greatest motivation for my efforts... Then the little girl blushed and said this according to Zhang Yang's request, but this soft voice seems to be more suitable for a lullaby... In fact, whenever he heard the bell, Zhang Yang was a little excited.
I practiced in the copy for at least three or four hours yesterday, and played for more than half an hour in yesterday's game, Zhang Yang's physical energy was also very high. He squinted for another two minutes, and he took off his quilt cruelly. Suddenly, a cool wind came, and the birds felt cool.
"We ordinary people are so happy today..." After washing up, Zhang Yang hummed and came to the canteen.
"Morning, Michael." Zhang Yang and Louis said hello.
"Morning, Zhang."
"What's breakfast today?" Zhang Yang asked, and then he saw the French stick in everyone's hand. Zhang Yang stopped talking. Your sister, only the French will take things like the French stick as a staple food. Look at what he said. If it weren't for the French's staple food, how could it be called 'French sticks'?
They live in an apartment called Pasteurede, which is a 20-minute drive from TraversedelaMartine, the training ground. Therefore, the Marseille youth team is specially equipped with a medium bus for the players living in the apartment. Seeing this medium bus, Zhang Yang has a warm feeling, which reminds him of the medium bus between the village and the county in his hometown.
The team's bus is coming. The players got on the car one after another, and the driver of the bus saw that Zhang Yang was still linger outside and honked his horn.
"Zhang, what are you looking for?" Louis poked his head out of the window and asked.
"Here we go, here we go." Zhang Yang waved his hand and ran. Your sister, he just wanted to go to the newsstand not far from the apartment. He wanted to buy some newspapers to see if there were any reports on the youth league yesterday and see if there were any reports about himself. This is the first thing he thought after getting up in the morning. Those reports will make him excited all day. Ah. However, it's a pity that the newsstand not far from the apartment didn't open today, which discredited 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 the young people come and greet him one after another. His face was a satisfied smile. Every progress of these children was his happiest and satisfied thing.
Zhang Yang's bus came to the door and stopped.
"Morning, coach."
"Good morning."
"Good morning, coach."
"Good morning."
Everyone got out of the car and greeted Pierre in turn. The latter also kept smiling and waving in response, as if the general was reviewing his soldiers.
Zhang Yang jumped out of the car. He stretched out and took a long breath. "A new day, I love you."
Pierre looked at Zhang Yang playing treasure there, and then saw Zhang Yang pretending to have just seen himself. The boy smiled and waved his hand, "Good morning, coach."
"Good morning, Zhang." Pierre looked at the angry young man in front of him. He was a little reluctant. In the morning, he received a call from the head coach of the first team, Fernandez, to transfer Zhang Yang to the first team. To be from the bottom of my heart, Pierre is not willing to let Zhang Yang go to the first team at this time. Although Zhang Yang has only been to the team for a week, his progress is obvious. Pierre sees Zhang Yang making progress and working hard every day. This is the happiest thing for a head coach of a youth team, and He also had a package plan to cultivate Zhang Yang, but now he knows that Zhang Yang is going to be promoted to the first team. Although Pierre knew that Zhang Yang would go to the first team to sharpen it sooner or later, he estimated that at least a few months or even half a year later, who would have received a call from Fernandez now.
Although he was a little reluctant, Pierre understood the difficulties of the first team. Luin-Dura was seriously injured and almost reimbursed the season, Michael. Pagis was injured again. Now there is only Niang and another striker, and there are only two strikers in the whole first team, which is obviously not possible.
Therefore, Pierre also agreed to Fernandez's request on the phone. However, Pierre also put forward his request. If Zhang Yang does not perform well in the first team and does not get a chance to play, Zhang Yang will return to the youth team after Christmas at the latest. There are still two months before Christmas. Fernandez agreed to Pierre's request. After all, it was also an emergency for him to raise Zhang Yang to the first team. If Zhang Yang can't meet the requirements of the first team, he will naturally return to the youth team if he can't play the game. Besides, after Christmas, the winter transfer market will open, and Fernandez can also go to the transfer market to look for A striker.
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Zhang Yang saw Pierre staring at him. He was a little puzzled. He touched his head and laughed and was about to run away. The coach's eyes are not right today. He looks like an old man with an abnormal orientation. In addition, Zhang Yang also has ghosts in his heart.
"Zhang, stop, what are you running for?" When Pierre saw that Zhang Yang was about to leave, he quickly stopped him.
"Hey, coach, what's the matter?" Zhang Yang stopped and turned around with a smile on his face.
"What, did you drink last night?" Coach Pierre suddenly sniffed his nose. It seemed that his sense of smell seemed very sensitive. Yesterday, they didn't drink much. Well, after a night, the only smell of alcohol still did not escape his nose.
"Well, drink a little, just a little, I celebrate my goal." Zhang Yang scratched his head and said with some embarrassment. He didn't dare to say that he drank with Yahioi and Louis. He was just caught alone. He couldn't let those two fall into the pit. Good buddy, naturally you have to be loyal.
Pierre frowned and said, "Come to the office with me."
It's miserable, it's bitter. Zhang Yang followed Pierre's buttocks with a bitter face, which made him think of the scene when he was often naughty in elementary school and was caught by the head teacher to the office to lecture...
"Coach, I really drank a can of beer."
"Coach, I won't lie to you."
"Coach, let me tell you the truth. I'm used to drinking a can of beer after scoring a goal. This is my lucky charm, which will help me continue to score in the next game."
"Coach, this is our tradition. Our players all have this habit." Zhang Yang continued to talk nonsense.
Pierre had a black line on his face and walked by himself, ignoring the flamboyant Rory's chatty, er... If Mr. Pierre is familiar with the future Chinese Internet language, what he wants to say most at this moment must be: 'Your circle is amazing'.
The morning sun shone down and threw it on the old man and the young man. The old man put his hands on his back, followed by a young man. The two seemed to be very happy.
Early this morning, I felt that the Marseille youth team training base, hoping to interview Zhang Yang's Zhong Dajun standing not far from the gate of the training ground and saw this scene.
click.
He pressed the shutter. His unintentional behavior left this precious photo that will cause too many memories in the future.
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PS: The first update. The collection has been pulled hundreds of miles away by someone's dead engine oil. Brothers, please collect it if you haven't collected this book yet. Anyone who collects this book will make a fortune tomorrow.
Finally, let's talk about the red ticket. Leave the one with the red ticket to me. The following is a wave of high. It's a trendy plot, breasts.