The Midfield Master

Huang Yifei opened his eyes, his body was surprisingly relaxed, and his heart was inexplicably more confident.

"Is it this way? Huang Yifei said to himself.

"Hey! Huang Yifei, you just slept on the court, I saw it all!"

"Veblen, why are you here?" For Veblen, Huang Yifei was still thinking about whether his sudden departure would make Veblen feel sad, but when Huang Yifei asked this question, he was in his heart. There is already an answer.

Veblen was promoted to the first team.

Huang Yifei stepped forward and hugged Veblen tightly. For Veblen, who was already 23 years old, his all-time wish was finally realized. "Brother, I knew you could do it."

"I should say this to you." Veblen said softly in Huang Yifei's ear.

"You are here just right, come, let you see my passing skills."

"Do I still need to know your passing level? No one in the entire Eredivisie league is better than your passing level."

"No, this time I'll let you watch it." Huang Yifei finished this sentence and stepped forward directly. At this time, his position is only about 15m away from the boundary of the court. The angle from the goal can be said to be very high. It's wrong. But now Huang Yifei has a desire to show his footwork.

Huang Yifei basically didn't have any time to prepare, so he ran to the football in front of him. When passing or shooting, the average player would pause to observe the angle between the ball and the goal for 1.2 seconds, but Huang Yifei went straight on.

One step, two steps. Huang Yifei approached the football, then raised his foot. When hitting the ball, Huang Yifei had infinite self-confidence in his heart. He believes in this ball, as long as he wants to pass it somewhere, he should land where. It's like being controlled by Huang Yifei's mind in the process of running,

And the result is also like this, the ball draws an extremely exaggerated arc in the air, like drawing a circle in the air, and then finally bounces on the goal frame.

Veblen opened his mouth from the side, looking at Huang Yifei as if looking at a monster. It stands to reason that Veblen can kick the ball by himself, but at most he makes the ball turn a small bend in the air. But being able to kick out an arc like Huang Yifei, Veblen believes that Huang Yifei's ball just now almost violates the laws of physics.

Such a big arc, as simple as drawing on a drawing, was kicked out by Huang Yifei. And just now Huang Yifei just kicked it casually.

"This..." There was an incredible expression on Veblen's face. "The gap between people is really too big." When I thought that Huang Yifei was not 19 years old, but he was 23 years old. Veblen's heart is inevitably lost.

However, "What is the comparison between yourself and the aliens! Just do your own thing well." Veblen can only comfort himself so much in his heart.

Huang Yifei was also full of emotion in his own heart. Huang Yifei was very complicated in the ball just now. This is his first attempt to kick a curve ball, but suddenly he implanted muscle memory into himself, as if he felt that he had already kicked. Countless times. Huang Yifei felt that if he had to fully mobilize his muscle memory.

You also need to try the curve ball by yourself. But at this time Huang Yifei suddenly had a question in his heart.

I can hit the goal frame with a curve ball. Although I still use the footwork of passing the ball, I can change my passing footwork just now, and the ball can stick to the goalpost and enter the net. bingo.

So does it mean that this indirectly improves one's shooting level, and it seems that it is not impossible to use this curve ball shooting method to shoot.

"It's not theoretically possible." Just as Huang Yifei was thinking about this issue. Xiaolan's voice appeared in his mind again.

"Little Lan, can you remind me the next time you speak, I'm always shocked by you." Huang Yifei touched his chest and soothed his heart scared by Xiao Lan.

"When you want to shoot, you can't be very proficient in using the footwork of the arc ball, because this skill is given to you by the system, so the system will only give you when you make a pass. Such footwork."

"The system is so rigorous, it can still perform such operations, but how does the system know if I am passing or shooting?"

"The system is omnipotent." Xiaolan's words made Huang Yifei speechless. "Well, I am a younger brother in front of the system. It seems that my idea of ​​shooting with this curve ball seems to be lost. I also think that if I can shoot with this name, I can also become a shot. Master, you don’t need to humble your way by relying on a Tiger shot that can only be used once. But as expected, the system has no obvious loopholes."

"Don't be too disappointed. I have said that this is not theoretically possible."

"Not in theory!" Huang Yifei hadn't noticed the word just now. The word "in theory" can be said to be broad and profound in Chinese culture.

That means that there are loopholes in this matter, and there are hidden rules. As long as you catch the loopholes, you can accomplish your own small goals. Thinking of this, Huang Yifei couldn't help but start to say flatly to Xiaolan.

"Little Lan, then you can talk, is there any way?"

"Xiao Lan's system doesn't have any way to take advantage of it. Xiao Lan can only act according to the rules."

"It looks like it's impossible to take a pretence from Xiaolan's mouth. I can only think about it on my own." Huang Yifei was a little unhappy in his heart.

But now is not the time for Huang Yifei to meditate on how to turn around. Hofflind, Robben and others have also come to the training ground one after another.

After a very hard and ugly game, everyone's face showed a tired look. Even Robben, who has always been very energetic, has a tired face.

Hiddink's move is considered to be a wrong move. After a big battle, it is equivalent to the machine being overloaded. Then Hiddink also requires the machine to operate as usual. Isn't this to damage the machine?

"Hiddink is a bitch." Hofflind walked into the court while cursing, with two heavy dark circles under his eye sockets. It seemed that he didn't sleep well last night.