Chapter 14 "loser, welcome to the novice village" ()

On the game interface of live football, a subtitle is scrolling: The Marseille Club of the Ligue 1 has just completed a future-oriented acquisition. They signed a contract with young Chinese player Zhang Yang for two years. In the next two years, this rookie player will become a member of the minots.

minits?What does this mean?

Zhang Yang didn't understand, and then his eyes widened, and he saw something: above the scrolling subtitles is a photo.

Zhang Yang rubbed his eyes, it wasn't a dazzling look. He opened his eyes wide and looked at it. He was sure that he would never see it wrong with both eyes with 5.0. The photo was a photo of him shaking hands with Marseille coach Fernandez after signing his contract with Marseille.

That's right, there's absolutely no mistake!

Isn’t that handsome and overwhelming young man with a sunny smile the same as himself? Isn’t that fat man the Marseille head coach Fernandez?

Is this swelling?

Zhang Yang's first thought was that he was secretly photographed, and the second thought was that the computer was attacked by hackers! The third thought was that the first thought and the second thought were combined, that is, the talented self attracted some attention, someone followed him, and then asked the hacker to spread his photos randomly to satisfy the ulterior motives and animal desires of some people.

Well, Zhang Yang himself also thinks that his idea is simply outrageous and fucking.

How could a young player who is not a nameless young player lead to these things? This is not a science fiction novel.

But what is going on with all this I see in front of me?

At this moment, a very loud voice sounded, "Welcome to the world of the King of Football! This is the King of Football System!"

The world of the King of Football? What is this?

King of Football System? Isn’t this the game I built before?

At this moment, Zhang Yang felt his head rumbling suddenly and exploded. Countless pictures, countless scenes, and countless memories surged up with pictures on the computer screen.

It was the spring of 1992. Zhang Yang's 6th birthday. His father bought him a birthday gift. His father gently kicked the ball to Zhang Yang. He also wanted to go up and kick it, but he fell down. Zhang Yang got up unwillingly and kicked the ball away with one kick, and he also giggled... Later, his father told him that if he had sat on the ground crying, he would not have let him learn to play football. Zhang Yang immediately asked his father proudly, "Dad, were you proud of your genius son at that time?" When the father patted his son's shoulder, he smiled.

When he was twelve years old, Zhang Yang, who had just arrived at the football school, could not stand the strict system of the school and the hell-style training every day. Once, he ran home secretly and cried to his father, "Dad, I can't stand it anymore, it's too tired and hard."

"Zhang Yang! If you can't stand it, don't play football!" My father, who had just got off work and sat down to drink water, left this sentence and walked out of the room without looking back. My father still had to go to work. In the Tianchao, football schools are not easy to go to, and the tuition is very expensive. In order for Zhang Yang to go to football schools, my father had to go out to ride a tricycle to carry passengers after get off work to earn money.

"If you can't stand it, don't play football!"

Zhang Yang sat there, looking at his father who was walking farther and farther away, and he kept recalling this sentence in his mind.

Can't I stand it?

Can't you bear this little bit of pain?

I really can't stand it anymore?

Zhang Yang, you have this little ability?

Looking at his father's back riding a tricycle away at the door of his house, Zhang Yang clenched his fists. He hated himself for being too unsuccessful and made his father sad. For his hobbies and dreams, the family created the best conditions for himself, and he actually looked like a coward! Although Zhang Yang could not fully understand the meaning of a coward at this time, he felt that he was a coward!

Since then, Zhang Yang has never complained about hardship or fatigue! No matter how difficult, hard, or wronged it is, he grits his teeth and perseveres. This tenacity surprised many coaches.

Fragments of memory continue to reappear in my mind.

When I saw my father slapping himself in the face in order to plead for him, his teeth were clenched tightly and creaking. The past is vivid in my mind.

Brothers are raising money to help them go abroad.

Help your elder brother selflessly and kind sister-in-law.

My mom's earnest advice and care.

The hardships and persistence I have been in France these days until I almost licked my face and worked as a nail in the Marseille team. I finally impressed the coaches of the Marseille team and signed to become the Marseille team players.

It's like a documentary. From a five or six-year-old child to now, at the age of 19, today, he signed a contract with the Marseille team. His persistence, his hard work, his optimistic personality, his ostentatious personality, his family who loves him, his loyal friends, and his energetic buddies, he has always been strong, unyielding, ridiculed, ignored, fell countless times, failed countless times, still persisted, still had dreams, and still worked hard!

Everything seemed to happen just now, Changyang's nose was so sour. I was so moved that I was so pure and unreasonable.

At this moment, a passage popped up on the game interface, densely packed, Zhang Yang was stunned, rubbing his red eyes and reading it. After reading this passage, Zhang Yang was furious.

He cursed, what does it mean? You are just a game. If you want to tell me the rules of the game or how to play it, just say it directly. Why do you do these messy things? Is it fun to cheat a pure boy's tears?

The photos on the computer screen before made Zhang Yang both startled and angry. What happened? How did these memories from childhood to adulthood form the pictures here?

Wait, Zhang Yang, who was cursing, closed his mouth. He looked at the passage on the game interface and read it carefully again. After understanding the meaning of the passage, he was shocked.

Get up and pour yourself a glass of water, Zhang Yang Gudong Gudong and drank it, and sat in front of the computer in a daze.

The game says that he entered the King of Football System, and this system has been officially launched. This is exactly the so-called King of Football System that later disappeared when he was in China. At that time, he pointed to his personal bindings and this situation occurred.

In a word, now, everything in Zhang Yang's career in reality will be reproduced in the game. Although Zhang Yang doesn't believe in this, he signed a contract with the Marseille team yesterday and saw the announcement of joining the Marseille team in the Live Football King System today. How do you explain this? He doesn't think that this was added to the game by the live football research and development agency overnight. It would be better to believe that Ronaldo is really an alien.

Your sister! Zhang Yang swears, fortunately, things happen first in reality and then reappear in the game. Otherwise, if it happens first in the game and then reappear in reality, Zhang Yang will collapse. He has to work hard and fight for his own future! Instead of relying on any game! If that is the case, what else does life mean?

Of course, from the introduction, this King of Football System is not unhelpful to his growth and progress.

According to the game's prompts, what he can use now is a time copy system!

That is, he can train hard in the dungeon of the King of Football System. In the dungeon, there is no concept of time. Even if he trains for a few days, it is only a few minutes in reality. In fact, this is simply tailor-made for Zhang Yang. For him now, nothing is more precious than time. He now feels more and more inadequate. Of course, Zhang Yang does not think that his talent is worse than others. This kid firmly believes that he is a genius, but he has no chance to come into contact with high-level youth training in Europe before. As long as he has enough time, he will definitely be able to catch up. No, it should be better than anyone else!

Zhang Yang only knows so much now. As for what this time copy is, he himself doesn’t know. What does he feel like in the time copy? He will feel tired and tired. Will there be the pleasure of improving his strength through hard work? Or is it like a rocket-like refreshing and easy improvement in strength? He doesn’t even know!

Even to a certain extent, Zhang Yang was still wondering whether this was a dream or not, otherwise how could it be so absurd!

At this time, a red frame pops up, with big black characters on red background!

Are you ready?

Then he saw a white frame in the lower right corner with the words "Start".

Zhang Yang swallowed a big saliva. Even though this guy never knew what nervousness was, he was also a nervous double-strand battle, and he was pounding. He rubbed his hands around, looking at the beginning of the frame, but he didn't dare to move the mouse to click.

Who knows if there are any monsters and monsters who like those tunes later? This is too weird.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Eight minutes.

Ten minutes.

As time slowly passed, Zhang Yang's eyes became more and more firm. He kept saying to himself, "Try it, maybe this is an opportunity, no, it should be said that it was a chance given to him by God! Time! Time! This is so important for Zhang Yang now!

After training today, Yashioy passed so many passes and his shooting success rate was so low. Zhang Yang has realized the seriousness of the matter. With no one to guard, his shooting success rate is so unoptimistic. If he faces the opponent's marking and the huge pressure of the hot momentum in the game, wouldn't he be even worse?

Zhang Yang knew very well that signing a Marseille team did not mean that he had succeeded, it was just a door to success! If he could not improve his strength as soon as possible and seize the opportunity to enter the first team one day, then his previous efforts were destined to be just a big joke!

I want to improve myself!

I want to make progress!

I want to improve!

Do you still want to be despised by that guy Yashioy?

no way!

Zhang Yang felt that the desire deep in his heart was so strong, getting stronger and stronger, just like boiling water, bubbling.

Finally, the gambling nature in his bones occupied his rationality. He suddenly held the mouse with his right hand and pressed it on the starting frame.

Interface conversion, is this?

"Loser, welcome to the novice village!" A very arrogant and extremely flat NPC voice sounded.

Your sister!

Your whole family is a loser!
Chapter completed!