Chapter 108: Then Should I Fight Back?

The next afternoon, a well-rested Tang Ye began his physical testing at the Villarreal base.

No rush; first, let's take a look at his current panel stats.

Tang Ye (38 years old)

【Ball Control: 75; Passing: 82】

【Shooting: 72; Heading: 41; Set Pieces: 72】

【Speed: 65; Stamina: 69; Physicality: 70】

【Defending: 65; Vision: 93】

Overall Rating: 77

After running around Europe for fun and eating nearly a month's worth of 【Hazard Tartar Sauce Burgers】, Tang Ye's ball control attribute increased by a full 2 points once his ball sense improved.

Besides the boost to ball control, his shooting also rose by 1 point.

According to Tang Ye's deduction, the burgers could enhance ball control, passing, and shooting; however, since his passing attribute had already exceeded 80, further improvement was difficult, so eating burgers for a month did not bring any visibly noticeable statistical growth.

Furthermore, after all three template skills—【Long-Range Curved Shot】, 【Curved Through Ball】, and 【45-Degree Cross】—were upgraded to lv3, Tang Ye's passing attribute skyrocketed directly to 82 points.

This was his highest attribute aside from Vision!

Moreover, although Tang Ye's current passing attribute was only 82, thanks to his skills, he could occasionally deliver passes in matches that approached a 90 attribute level.

But the problem was...

This was a damn physical test; no matter how skilled Tang Ye's passing was, it was useless here.

Speed 65, Stamina 69, Physicality 70...

Tang Ye touched his nose and turned to look at Kyle, the fitness coach beside him.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Tang Ye staring with wide eyes, Kyle wore a puzzled expression.

"Mr., if—and I mean if—I fail the physical test, can I still stay with this team?"

"?"

"Oh, Tom, you don't need to be nervous."

Kyle waved his hand with a smile: "This is just a physical test established internally by the club; we don't have very high standards."

"What if I can't even meet these standards?"

?

Tang Ye's words suddenly made Kyle's expression turn serious.

Taking a step back and sizing up Tang Ye's body from head to toe: "No, it can't be? Believe me, you can pass the physical test!"

Worried that Tang Ye might be too nervous to perform at his full potential, Kyle added: "Even if you don't pass, it doesn't matter; the purpose of our physical test is merely to check your physical health, so meeting the basic requirements is enough."

Tang Ye squinted, his brows knitted together, wearing an indescribably serious expression.

This sight made Kyle a bit panicked.

Generally, the most difficult item in a physical test for professional players is stamina, but given how thin Tang Ye was, logically his stamina shouldn't have been a problem.

There was no way he wouldn't pass!

Kyle took Tang Ye to the gym to warm up, first getting his body moving on the treadmill, then activating his muscles with light-weight barbells.

Spain in July was still quite warm, so about half an hour of warming up was sufficient.

"Hoo..."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Ye walked somewhat nervously toward a mat.

This was his first physical test item: the standing vertical jump.

This item measured the distance both feet left the ground after jumping; the greater the distance, the better the result.

Before even starting to jump, Tang Ye first cast a pleading glance at Kyle: "Mr...."

"Oh, don't be nervous, don't be nervous; just jump with all your might. 50cm counts as passing; like I said, our requirements are very low."

Alright, let's do this!

Tang Ye stepped onto the mat, swung his arms, and rose onto his toes.

He squatted until his thighs were nearly parallel to the ground.

Go!

Slap!

With a heavy thud upon landing, the digital instrument nearby displayed the result of Tang Ye's jump.

"Wow, not bad!"

Kyle recorded Tang Ye's result: "Although it's not considered too great for the first team, you are only 17 years old after all; 64.7cm is already very good."

64.7cm?

Looking at the data displayed on the instrument, Tang Ye almost couldn't react in time.

Didn't he remember that his standing vertical jump during the physical test at Utrecht was less than 60cm?

Damn!

Tang Ye clenched his fist with one hand.

This was the reward for his hard training last season at Utrecht!

The enhancement brought by the System was too exaggerated; Tang Ye's concept of his own body was still stuck at the time he had just been promoted from the Utrecht reserve team to the first team.

However, over the course of this year, Tang Ye had grown from 16 to 17 years old, and his body was long no longer what it used to be.

He had become stronger!

"Tom?"

Suddenly a voice came; Tang Ye turned his head to see a man nearly 1.9 meters tall with a clean, fair face looking at him.

"Oh, Rodrigo!"

Tang Ye raised his hand in greeting; yesterday afternoon, after finishing the interview with reporters at the training base, Escrivá had taken Tang Ye to the training grounds.

That was the first time Tang Ye had met Rodrigo; today marked the second.

"I left my jacket in the gym, haha!"

Rodrigo came over to high-five Tang Ye, looked around, and finally spotted his jacket on the bench press station.

While retrieving his jacket, Rodrigo noticed Tang Ye's vertical jump result: "64.7? Tang, you didn't jump high enough; how are you supposed to head the ball like that?"

"Uh..."

Tang Ye looked left and right before finally offering a reply: "Actually, I never knew how to head the ball in the first place."

"Alright, Tom, let me show you mine!"

After seeing Tang Ye's results, Rodrigo felt eager to try; the Spaniard casually tossed his jacket onto the floor and began his attempt.

Slap!

"72.1? Damn!"

Tang Ye rushed over to the instrument, stretching his neck out long: "Sergio, come on, are you serious?"

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Tang Ye's reaction, Rodrigo burst into loud laughter: "This result is decent; I haven't even used my full strength yet."

Turning to look at Kyle, Villarreal's fitness coach was also smiling: "Yes, Sergio's result is quite normal; a twenty-year-old youngster should be able to jump higher."

According to Kyle's account, when Rodrigo was promoted from the B-team to the first team for physical testing at the beginning of the month, he had recorded a result of 74 centimeters.

"Hey, Tang, it's fine."

Rodrigo picked up the clothes he had dropped on the floor and comforted Tang Ye along the way: "I'm a defensive midfielder; I need to head the ball, so I've trained specifically for it; this is normal."

Rodrigo did not return directly to the training field but instead found a stool nearby and sat down.

Like Tang Ye and Aleix, Rodrigo had only just joined the Villarreal first team this July, so he felt a special closeness toward these two guys who had come from Utrecht.

"Oh, you're a defensive midfielder..."

"Wait!"

Tang Ye suddenly thought of something and turned his body to face Rodrigo: "Are you somewhat famous?"

"Somewhat famous?"

Rodrigo glanced at Kyle beside him, then looked back at Tang Ye: "Come on, how is that possible; do you mean a twenty-year-old athlete valued at only 2.5 million euros is already a star player?"

Although Villarreal enjoyed considerable fame in La Liga, Rodrigo had, after all, only joined the first team this month.

Even if he were to become famous, it wouldn't be this early!

Is that so?

The reason Tang Ye asked this question was that he felt the name Rodrigo sounded rather familiar.

Where had he heard it before...

Got it!

【Sergio Rodrigo Growth Template】

Price: Counterattack Points * 100,000

Rodrigo.

That matches!

Sergio.

That matches too!

"..."

Well, it turned out he had nearly bought the template of his current teammate before.

"Tom, so why did you ask that question?"

Rodrigo looked at Tang Ye, who shook his head: "I used your card when playing the FIFA game; it was the Villarreal U19 version, right; you went from U19 to the B-team and then to the first team."

"Yes, yes, yes."

While Kyle took Tang Ye to conduct the next test item, Rodrigo started chatting with Tang Ye: "When I first started playing for the U19s, I almost couldn't adapt; back then, I even called my dad, haha! Damn, thinking about it now, I feel so embarrassed."

"Tang, can you adapt here?"

"I feel the difference between Spain and the Netherlands isn't that big, though this training base is indeed a bit better than the one in Utrecht."

"By the way!"

Tang Ye remembered something: "When I first arrived here yesterday, an older woman made a very strange gesture at me."

Tang Ye brought out both hands, pulled at the corners of his eyes, and mimicked the action of "slanted eyes."

"She made this gesture at me; what does it mean?"

Rodrigo and Kyle exchanged a glance; both simultaneously looked at Tang Ye with somewhat serious expressions: "Tang, it seems you were subjected to racial discrimination..."

"What the heck; is this racial discrimination?"

Tang Ye widened his eyes: "What does this gesture have to do with yellow-skinned people; I feel our eyes aren't small either, right?"

Tang Ye moved closer to Rodrigo, observed him carefully, and then checked his reflection in the gym mirror.

Strictly speaking, his eyes should be slightly larger than Rodrigo's.

Or about the same; anyway, they certainly weren't smaller than Rodrigo's.

"It's not about resembling; it's just that those people who practice racial discrimination act like this."

Rodrigo explained, and Kyle added another sentence: "Based on your description, you most likely encountered racial discrimination."

"Damn!"

Tang Ye, realizing it belatedly, felt somewhat angry.

The first thing Tang Ye encountered upon arriving in Spain was racial discrimination.

Damn it!

Tang Ye touched the fist clenched in his right hand: "So should I run back right now and beat her up?"

Thinking about it now, that white auntie really was a bit too arrogant!

"But it's already been a day; she definitely won't be at that place anymore, right?"

"Oh, that's true..."

Tang Ye nodded; what Rodri said made quite a bit of sense.

Villarreal Official: New No. 99 player Tang Y. has passed the team's physical testing and has currently joined the squad to train in preparation for the new season.

The message Villarreal sent them was accompanied by a picture showing Tang Ye running on a treadmill while wearing a mask.

This was the final item of the physical test, measuring the player's lactate tolerance and maximum oxygen uptake.

The resulting data weren't very good, but Tang Ye had indeed barely scraped by the passing line.

【Which idiot said my Tang Tang Qiuwang wouldn't pass the La Liga physical test? Didn't he just pass?】

【This is a club physical test, not the Football Association's test, right?】

【It's all the same, all the same; anyway, Tang Tang Qiuwang has already landed in La Liga, now we just wait to see what level the new head coach is at.】

【I'll put my words here: as long as Escrivá has half of Ten Hag's coaching ability, the Yellow Submarine will take off directly this season.】

【Real Madrid, Barcelona:???】

【Real and Barca? I've never heard of any Messi or Ronaldo; there is only one king of La Liga, and that is Tang Ye.】

【Playing zero minutes in the last match and already called a Ball King, huh? Can you little Tang Ren folks cut it out already? How much money did Tang Ye give you?】

(End of Chapter)