This night, the system got another reminder from the system in my sleep.
"Dear, congratulations on completing the task: [Open your Europa League data bar], the task reward [Kaka Skill Card] has been issued, the initial task completion progress: 4/5, complete the initial task again to open the advanced mode Get more features!”
Yi Zhe is really looking forward to it. After all, this is the first real ball king skill card in the system. Although he was still a kid at that time, it does not prevent Yi Zhe from thinking about the ups and downs in his mind when Kaka dribbled the ball alone into Longtan. scene. That is the ultimate hero that any teenager desires.
The latest ability values displayed by the system are indeed impressive, and there are also surprises.
【Dribbling: 93】
[Short biography: 95]
[Long Biography: 88]
[Shoot: 90]
[Physical fitness: 88]
[Tackles: 75]
[Free kick accuracy: 85]
[Physical confrontation (defense): 90]
[Forward penetration awareness: 90]
[Prediction: 95]
In addition, Yi Zhe also saw in the system that his explosive power and speed attributes were directly stretched to full levels. His previously mediocre physical attributes suddenly exploded.
"Fuck!"
He was just surprised, but not surprised. As a young man who came from that era, he had seen how powerful Kaka, who belonged to Milan, was in his ability to combine man and ball at his peak - probably the only opponent on the planet besides Ronaldo.
"Dear, I suggest you enter the training mode. The system will polish your physical strength and integrate your physical attributes in your sleep!"
Yi Zhe obediently did not perform any game simulations and had a good sleep tonight. I was in a good mood the next day, and I saw that Bendtner was in good condition.
"Nick, it looks like you had a good night's sleep last night!"
"Haha, of course, it's a brand new day, you're not bad, Yi!"
Bendtner's full-blooded resurrection made Heijing confused. Originally, he had already prepared the worst plan, which was to let the team play without a forward in the next game. He had this confidence, and there were many players in the team. Yi Zhe is a player who truly came out of the Barcelona system.
But today's Bendtner is not even the Bendtner of the past few days. Every shot in training hit the dead center, which made him find his high-spirited self.
Heijin called him aside alone during the training break, along with Yi Zhe.
"Nick, I want to know what happened in just one day."
Bendtner glanced at Yi Zhe and received a hint from Yi Zhe's eyes: It has nothing to do with me.
"Ha! Sir, I have to thank Yi for coming up with this great idea."
Yi Zhe was helpless with two points of gratitude: It's so interesting! But he didn't want to expose everything.
As expected, Heijin's focus shifted to him: "Yi? It looks like you can take over my job. Let me see what good ideas you have come up with."
Yi Zhe quickly waved his hand: "That's not important, sir. You just need to know that you are a healthy Nick who can poke the opponent's goal at any time. It is enough."
Yizhe is determined to kill him anyway, but the effect of today's training is different from the previous few days. Bendtner has returned to form, the status of Yizhe and De Bruyne has been online for a long time, and the training status of the whole team today Totally off the charts.
The reporters on the sidelines also exclaimed in surprise, but there is always something strange today.
"Is this Yizhe Smita? There doesn't seem to be anything special about it!"
"We can only rely on our teammates. Compared with our Sun, Smecta is far behind!"
"Oh, China... I never thought there would be a major Bundesliga player, Smecta!"
The Chinese reporters next to them all frowned. From the moment they got the schedule, they thought that someone would definitely come to cause trouble.
Wolfsburg's next league opponent is Leverkusen, and there is a Korean player in the opponent's team: Son Heung-min.
For South Korea, all Chinese football reporters have absolutely miserable memories, even more than Japan, which ranks first in Asia. Up to this point, the national team has not defeated the South Korean team in an official FIFA A-level event. A few years ago, they won once in the East Asian Cup, an event not recognized by FIFA, but they were defeated by Koreans countless times in the World Cup and Olympic qualifiers.
So at this time, a Chinese reporter immediately hit back: "Let's wait until you have played before! Maybe you should ask the Japanese, they know Yi Zhe's power best!"
The speaker was Lin Yiyao. She was in the front row today to join in the fun.
However, these stick reporters all pointed their nostrils at her, and even the Chinese reporters present did not notice.
"Japanese? Who do they count? Our Son Heung-min of the Republic of Korea is the best star in Asia!"
"It turns out their confidence comes from here, haha! Ridiculous Chinese!"
This kind of tone is indeed very provocative, so the training ground was harmonious, but a melee broke out outside the field.
Yi Zhe was stunned when he walked to the sidelines after training.
"Well……"
Yi Zhe was thinking, should I run away? Or slip away? Or slip away?
However, every qualified Chinese citizen has a heart to eat melon!
Yi Zhe took a step slower, so he was immediately surrounded by reporters.
"Yi Zhe, the coach should have reminded you of Leverkusen's sharp players this time, right?"
Yi Zhe nodded: "Son Heung-min, we know him, he is a very powerful character."
The Chinese reporters all frowned and were even a little dissatisfied with Yi Zhe: This kid is not going to cause any trouble! This is not the answer we want!
The Korean reporters immediately crowded in excitedly and pointed the microphone at Yi Zhe, looking at their Chinese counterparts with even more arrogance - look, even your own players recognize the strength of our great Son Heung-min!
"Yizhe Smecta, have you paid attention to Son Heung-min before? Smecta?"
"Haha, no." Yi Zhe squeezed his expression and suppressed his disgust at the spicy cabbage smecta.
"How do you evaluate the Smecta matchup with Son Heung-min?"
"Play normally." Yi Zhe couldn't stand Smecta anymore, and really disliked this kind of frequent gibbering.
"Excuse me……"
Yi Zhe turned directly to face the Chinese reporters and was immediately surrounded again.
"Yi Zhe, Son Heung-min is the most special one among Asian overseas players. He came to Hamburg at the age of sixteen and was almost completely nurtured in the German football environment. This is a friendly reminder."
But Yi Zhe thought about it and smiled and asked: "Thank you, but am I special?"
"Huh? Hahahaha..."
The reporters were stunned for a moment, and then they realized that Son Heung-min's resume was not bad for reminding the national team, but what should he say in front of Yi Zhe? Sun Bangzi is basically a younger brother to this guy who has more qualifications than Liu Xiang!
"Ha... Okay, let's change the question, Yi Zhe, what do you think of this game with Son Heung-min as it relates to the competition for the top brother in Asian football?"
