Chapter 101 Another Round

With great difficulty, the three of them completed the shuttle run. The defensive players on their backs jumped down as soon as they reached the finish line. Zhou Yi and the others suffered while carrying them, and they suffered while being carried. The height difference was too great, and they had to bend their legs to keep their feet from touching the ground, which was also tiring.

After resting for a few minutes, the team resumed training. This time it wasn't a "game," but normal training content.

Offensive training: eight offensive players against ten defensive players.

Zhou Yi had the ball and looked around, seeing teammates he could pass to everywhere. He almost cried. This was real soccer!

After training, Zhou Yi and Mark returned home, still discussing what the game meant.

No matter how they thought about it, they couldn't figure it out. It seemed like Coach Yebala had a sudden idea to call out the three of them and arrange such a game.

"Maybe tomorrow it won't be our turn? Then we can laugh at them from the sidelines!" Zhou Yi said.

He thought that if this was a special training, all the offensive players should participate. Since the three of them were tortured today, it would definitely be someone else's turn tomorrow.

But as it turned out, Zhou Yi was still too young.

The next day, after the previously scheduled training content was finished, the offensive training began.

Yebala stood up, and everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on him again.

"Kids, we're going to play another little game today," Yebala said with a smile.

Zhou Yi and Mark exchanged glances. They communicated with their eyes.

"See, I wasn't wrong, was I?"

Mark's eyes showed relief: "Good thing we already experienced it yesterday..."

But before the luck in his eyes could fade, he heard Yebala calling his name: "Mark!"

"Huh?" Mark stared blankly at the coach.

"Zhou Yi."

"Ha?" Zhou Yi was also surprised.

"Mario. You three come out."

"No way?" Götze wailed.

A burst of happy laughter rang out from the team.

"Why is it us again?" Zhou Yi stood in the team and didn't come out, but instead asked the coach.

"Because you lost the game yesterday," Yebala said with a matter-of-fact expression. "Stop talking nonsense, come out quickly, or you won't play in the next game."

The trump card was used, who would dare not obey?

When the three of them walked out dejectedly, Yebala said, "The game rules are the same as yesterday, you all know them well, get ready and let's start."

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The irrelevant people left the training ground, and Zhou Yi, Götze, and Mark stood in the center circle.

"Are we still going to shoot from long range this time?" Mark asked.

Zhou Yi glanced at Götze: "No, someone is not trustworthy."

"Hey, what do you mean not trustworthy? It's clearly your strategy that was too stupid, okay!" Götze said dissatisfied.

"This strategy is stupid? Okay, then you come up with a strategy that isn't stupid!"

"Ah, don't argue..." Mark saw that the game hadn't even started yet, and they were already fighting internally, so he quickly tried to dissuade them.

"I'll think, I'll think! I think we should steadily advance by passing the ball to each other, breaking through the defensive lines one by one!" Götze said, unwilling to be outdone.

Zhou Yi sneered.

"What are you sneering at?" Götze asked back, dissatisfied.

"Nothing, then let's try it," Zhou Yi shrugged, curling his lip.

Götze raised his hand to signal Coach Yebala: "We're ready!"

Yebala blew the whistle in his mouth.

Schneider crossed his arms, waiting to see the joke.

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After the whistle sounded, Mark passed the ball to Zhou Yi. Götze didn't run forward like yesterday, but instead received the ball not far from Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi snorted and passed the ball over. After passing the ball, he also ran forward.

Götze passed the ball back again, and after Zhou Yi received the ball, he passed it to Mark, who had already run to the front.

This was a bit unexpected for those defending players who were single-mindedly waiting to defend their long-range shots.

So when Mark came forward, they didn't even have time to defend.

When Mark received the ball, he had already advanced to about thirty-five meters from the goal. It looked like there was a chance!

Mark was overjoyed. When he stopped the ball and planned to find someone to pass to, he was dumbfounded.

Because when Zhou Yi and Götze both ran forward, they met the defending side head-on, and there were two defensive players beside each of them...

How could he pass the ball?

In a daze, the ball under Mark's feet was also intercepted!

At the moment Mark lost the ball, Yebala's whistle also sounded, followed by the demonic shout: "Offense, lose a point!"

A burst of laughter rang out from the sidelines, very fittingly.

Zhou Yi spread out his hands to Götze.

Götze said to him unwillingly: "Don't come up with me, you'll just fall into their encirclement. You should retreat and receive Mark's pass."

"Yes, sir. As you command, sir," Zhou Yi replied in a strange tone.

The three returned to the center circle to kick off, and the second round began.

This time, Zhou Yi didn't follow up. When Mark saw that he couldn't pass the ball to Götze, he passed the ball back to Zhou Yi.

The situation Zhou Yi faced when he received the ball was like this: there were two defensive players beside Götze, and there were also two beside Mark. The last two of the six defensive players rushed towards him...

So the ball was lost.

"Offense, lose two points!"

The laughter started again.

The third round.

"Offense, lose three points!"

The fourth round.

"Offense, lose four points!"

So today's game was over again.

Zhou Yi shifted the blame to Götze: "Today's strategy wasn't my idea."

Then he walked towards Hornschuh: "Captain, are you considering losing weight? As a right back, being so strong will affect your turning speed..."

Hornschuh smiled and waved his hand: "I can also play center back and defensive midfielder, Zhou Yi."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the captain, Zhou Yi sighed, squatted down, let Hornschuh lie on his back, and then struggled to stand up, moving forward slowly step by step.

Götze didn't say anything either, carrying another defender, Lasse Sobiech, on his back, inching forward. But no matter how much Sobiech curled his legs, his feet would still rub against the ground. After all, Götze was only one meter seventy-two tall, while Sobiech was one meter ninety-six tall.

This wasn't the cutest height difference, this was the most tragic height difference...

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When Zhou Yi entered the world of FIFA Online 3 that night, he didn't start training immediately, but stood there in a daze, thinking about the "game" of the past two days.

Although he didn't know what the point of the coach arranging such unreasonable training was, it was clear that he couldn't change the coach's decision. If he didn't want to play the game, he had to win it.

But to win, how easy was it?

The opponent had six people.

He only had three people on his side.

If the opponent sent two people to mark one person on his side, they could just mark them to death.

How could he play?

Moreover, it could be seen from today's game that the defending side had quickly found the key point in this personnel configuration, so no matter what position Zhou Yi was in, two defensive players would quickly appear beside him.

Similarly, Mark and Götze were also facing such a situation.

Because this was a special offensive and defensive training limited to a special environment, the defensive players didn't have to worry about an attacker appearing outside the attacking trio. They could wholeheartedly defend these three people. Even if all three of them were outside the penalty area, they would dare to follow them out. Even though the penalty area was empty, they weren't worried about losing the ball.

This was almost an unsolvable situation.

But even if it was unsolvable, he had to solve it. Zhou Yi didn't want to train every day carrying the captain, who weighed nearly ninety kilograms, to do a twenty-five-meter shuttle run.

"Chu Ling, I want to do such a special training..." Retiring from his thoughts, Zhou Yi said to Chu Ling, who was standing next to him without saying a word. He told Chu Ling his idea.

Chu Ling lowered her head and remained silent for a few seconds. Then, Zhou Yi's eyes blurred, and a goalkeeper, six defenders, and Mark and Götze were already standing on the training ground. Only Zhou Yi was missing.

Zhou Yi decided not to play matches in the virtual world these days. Anyway, the opponents of the U19s were just so-so, and he didn't need to spend too much time playing matches repeatedly. Compared with matches, team training was the most important thing now.

He planned to spend all his time on training, in addition to the various basic passing and receiving training that he was already doing, there was also this "game."

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One night of hard training finally yielded some gains for Zhou Yi.

In fact, whether it was passing to advance or shooting from long range, if they wanted to break through the opponent's defense, all three of them had to be fast and accurate.

Passing and running positions had to be fast and accurate, because the faster the speed, the higher the requirements for accuracy. Otherwise, if there was a slight deviation, they might not be able to receive the ball and make mistakes.

In this way, they would naturally fail.

Sitting in the car to the training base, Mark groaned as soon as he thought of the game: "Why are we always the unlucky ones? Zhou Yi, did you see Schneider laughing at us on the sidelines? He was so happy! I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief after performing well in the match... But now... Sigh!"

Seeing that Mark was in low spirits, Zhou Yi comforted him: "Actually, this is a good thing for us, Mark."

"A good thing? Zhou Yi, are you still not awake?" Mark couldn't figure out what good thing this was.

"Of course I'm awake. Listen to me, Mark. Don't look at how happy Schneider is laughing now, there will soon be a time when he won't be able to laugh. Why? Because we three are the people selected by the coach!"

"Ah?" Mark couldn't understand.

"Just like the people chosen by God. There is a saying in China, 'Therefore, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it always first frustrates his spirit and will, exhausts his muscles and bones, exposes his body to hunger, subjects him to poverty, confounds his actions.' " As a senior high school student, Zhou Yi didn't stumble at all when reciting this classical Chinese. "It means that if God wants to give you a very important task, to make you achieve great things and succeed, he will definitely give you many tests, putting you in dangerous situations and encountering many difficulties. Only by passing these tests can you succeed. So why do you think the coach is making things so difficult for us? Is he just full of nothing?"

Actually, in Zhou Yi's heart, he thought the coach was just full of nothing.

This explanation was all made up by him, just to comfort Mark.

He was talking nonsense in a serious manner again.

However, Mark obviously didn't see it. After listening to Zhou Yi's words, he fell into thought, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter. He said excitedly, "Are you saying that the coach has high expectations for us?!"

"That's right!" Zhou Yi nodded solemnly.

Having received Zhou Yi's affirmative answer, Mark couldn't help but start to look forward to the beautiful prospect of being entrusted with important tasks by the coach...

Main force, core... Such words began to fill his mind.

Zhou Yi knew from Mark's expression that he was thinking too much again.

Being silly is also a kind of happiness...