Chapter 122: A Familiar Taste, Brother Meng Has Arrived!

Although he didn't know why Tang Ye was asking for the ball at this moment, Soriano still passed it to him.

Unconditionally trusting a teammate when they ask for the ball is a requirement for top-tier professional players.

Here it comes!

Tang Ye didn't stretch out his foot to control the ball; instead, he actively turned sideways to make way, letting the ball roll right in front of him.

Tang Ye's behavior was a bit strange, so Dias didn't rush up to press him.

What?

Tang Ye thought this number 9 on the opposing side was a bit cute.

I'm waiting for a skill; what are you waiting for?

Snap!

【Bruno Fernandes First-Touch Passing Module】!

This module could increase Tang Ye's ball-control stability by 10%, while also boosting his imagination by 30%.

With this super module at his side, Tang Ye generally wouldn't make any extra touches when delivering key passes.

The first touch is always the most stable!

"Tang Ye passed directly! And with his left foot!"

"It seems Tang Ye truly doesn't have a weak foot; let's see the quality of this pass from Tang Ye!"

The ball didn't fly high, but its speed was fast, shooting straight through the small gap between Llorente and Wellington, the two Malaga center-backs.

Passed to the goalkeeper?

Obviously not!

As Tang Ye's good friend, Ale had already made his run!

A simple push shot!

"GGGG——OOOOOO——LLLLLLL!!!"

"Goal!!"

"Goal!"

"Ale scores on a one-on-one breakaway!"

"Was there an offside on that play!"

"No offside! Villarreal takes the lead!"

Inside the home team's penalty area, Ale turned and ran back.

"Tom!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye spread his arms and slowly ran toward Ale.

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points】

"What kind of pass... wow!"

The camera quickly swiveled over; in the lens, Escrivá was clapping awkwardly.

Damn!

Although everyone knew Tang Ye's vision was heaven-defying, being able to exploit such a tiny gap between Llorente and Wellington was truly unmatched!

How exactly did he notice that spot!

"The goal scorer is!"

"Ale!"

The stadium announcer shouted Ale's name as the Ivorian striker and Tang Ye made their way to the area below the stands.

"VAMOS!"

After arriving in Spain, both of these guys had been infected by their teammates.

If you don't shout this after scoring a goal, it really feels too uncomfortable!

The Malaga substitute bench was now very busy.

Several laptops were endlessly replaying Tang Ye's pass from just now.

They were studying it.

The players' positioning shouldn't have had any major issues, so why did they concede a goal!

As the match reached halftime, the Yellow Submarine players, currently in the lead, were relatively relaxed; Tang Ye and Bruno walked off the field chatting and laughing.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Escrivá urged, "Stop strolling; get to the locker room quickly!"

An anxious Mr. Ferran...

Tang Ye muttered a sentence, but he knew he had to listen seriously to the coach at this moment, so he started running together with Bruno.

Tang Ye, the last one to enter, used his foot to close the door.

Snap!

"OK, let's first discuss the matters for the upcoming half of the match."

"Last night I said we'd play counter-attacks combined with possession in the first half, then switch to pure possession in the second half; that's what I said, right?"

"The situation has changed slightly; for the second half, we won't play pure possession either. Since we are currently leading, I hope you will make more attempts!"

Martí stood nearby, watching Escrivá, who was in the center talking incessantly.

Continue playing defensive counter-attacks in the second half.

Only heaven knows how much psychological struggle the Villarreal head coach underwent during the first half!

"Tom, in the second half you can pass as much as possible; don't worry too much about possession percentage."

"Tom?"

Escrivá scanned the area, suddenly remembering that Tang Ye's seat was in the corner, so he looked over.

At this moment, Tang Ye had one knee kneeling on the bench, using his hand to stuff gum from his backpack into his trouser pocket.

The air seemed to stagnate; the sharp-eyed Tang Ye turned his head, staring wide-eyed at Escrivá: "Mr. Ferran, I am listening, rest assured."

One, two, three, four—four pieces of gum; Tang Ye had perfectly refreshed the contents of his pocket.

To be honest, Tang Ye was feeling a bit excited right now.

Just now, Mr. Ferran had said it.

In the second half, pass the ball more!

Possession rate isn't that important!

What a pity; Tang Ye wouldn't be able to showcase his dominant ball-control abilities!

The second half begins!

Málaga made some simple substitution adjustments, and Yellow Submarine did the same.

Rodri replaces Castillejo!

Compared to Castillejo's excellent offensive passing ability, Rodri's technique is more comprehensive.

"Let's go!"

"Come on, come on!"

Tang Ye happened to be right in the running path of Rodri entering the field; the two young midfielders of Yellow Submarine high-fived.

Fornals threw the ball in from the sideline, and Bruno charged forward desperately to contest it.

"I'm coming too!"

Tang Ye sprinted over, but Rosales kicked a pass directly to the baseline on Yellow Submarine's left flank.

Damn!

Realizing something was wrong, Tang Ye quickly ran back.

Fortunately, several defenders on the team performed well, so Málaga's attack failed to materialize.

In the 63rd minute of the match, Tang Ye received a pass from Rodri.

He felt a bit excited because he noticed the open space beside Sansone on the right flank!

Pass it straight!

Slap!

Tang Ye's pass hit Recio in the face; Jony quickly rushed over to control the ball.

"Wow!"

Escrivá raised an eyebrow: "That pass was truly casual!"

However...

After letting Tang Ye play freely, did this match suddenly become thrilling?

Arriving at the 78th minute!

"There are just over ten minutes left in the match; if Málaga wants to equalize, they need to hurry!"

"Mm, Málaga's attacking rhythm is very strong right now; head coach Ramos has substituted on two forwards, which shows Málaga intends to equalize!"

【What equalizing? With Tang Tang Qiuwang's assists, the opponent dreaming of catching up is pure fantasy.】

【So cool, damn it; I've replayed it many times, and I still find Tang Ye's goal shocking.】

【No wonder he's called Brother Meng; if you used human eyes to look, you wouldn't find that opening.】

【Hiss, for today's match, Tang Tang Qiuwang's running distance must be at least 7km, so professional.】

【Laughing to death; earlier some haters claimed Tang Ye often slacked off during training—isn't that pure slander?】

Málaga's players were still pressing; seeing that his teammates couldn't pass the ball out, Tang Ye had to step up himself.

Hey!

Tang Ye shouted, making the Málaga players think he was calling for the ball, but in reality, Tang Ye's finger was pointing at Rodri beside him.

Ruiz realized what was happening and passed the ball to Rodri near the right sideline!

Perfect!

Seeing his scheme succeed, Tang Ye quickly called for the ball from Rodri.

Before Rodri passed the ball, Tang Ye first glanced back.

Memorize the positions of Aleix and Sansone!

It's an opportunity!

Rodri passed the ball over; Tang Ye turned sideways to trap it, and without even looking, passed directly into the penalty area.

【De Bruyne 45-Degree Cross Lv3: Simulation】

Proficiency: 32/100

It looked a bit rash, and in fact, it was indeed somewhat rash.

"Tang Ye seems a bit impulsive..."

"Oh? Goal! Goal!"

"GGGGG—OOOOOO—LLLLL!!!"

This was Costa's goal; after receiving the ball, Sansone crossed it horizontally to the left flank.

Yellow Submarine's fullback Costa struck true!

Fans who don't understand football were still marveling, while those who do were already smiling.

The familiar feeling, this way of playing without needing to use one's eyes.

This is me, Meng Ge!

【You have obtained 10 Counterattack Points.】

【At 38 years old, you have completed your first double-assist performance in La Liga, earning you an additional 10 Counterattack Points.】

【You have obtained a German Chest (High Grade).】

With the mission of three league assists completed, Tang Ye received his first template chest since starting to play in La Liga.

Temporarily acquiring a template wouldn't help much in the match; all Tang Ye needed to do now was finish playing this game!

As one of the team's starting players, Tang Ye needed to help the team maintain the current score!

"Hey, Tom!"

Rodri shouted, "You're being substituted!"

Huh?

Tang Ye turned his head and saw his own number on the board held up by the fourth official.

Number 99!

Trigueros, who had twisted his ankle from a tackle in the first round, had recovered and returned to fitness; Escrivá now had a substitution slot available!

What a pity!

Tang Ye ran toward the sideline and high-fived Trigueros.

The rest was left to his teammates!

"Great pass."

Escrivá handed Tang Ye a bottle of mineral water; the latter took it, climbed over the chairs in the front row, and sat down in his own spot.

"Impressive!"

Martí, sitting in front, turned around and squeezed Tang Ye's arm hard several times.

"Haha!"

Untying his shoelaces and rubbing the top of his foot, which hurt a bit from being squeezed by his cleats, Tang Ye leaned back against the chair and gulped down a large mouthful of mineral water.

Glancing at the situation on the field and seeing his teammates still performing quite well, Tang Ye could now focus on using his system with peace of mind.

A German High-Grade Chest!

As the champion team of the previous World Cup, the German High-Grade Chest could contain an enormous variety of items!

It was just unknown whether it could yield a World Cup champion player?

【You have opened the German Chest (High Grade).】

【You have obtained the Schlotterbeck Back-Court Distribution Template (High Grade).】

Hiss—

Another one he didn't recognize.

What a pity; it wasn't a World Cup champion player.

Tang Ye sighed, but he noticed that the system's activity hadn't completely ended yet.

【Vision: 93 → 93】

【At 38 years old, you have acquired the back-court distribution ability of the German center-back Schlotterbeck; however, back-court distribution demands strong vision, and your vision is far superior to Schlotterbeck's, making his template utterly useless to you.】

【The Schlotterbeck Back-Court Distribution Template (High Grade) is undergoing mutation.】

【You have obtained the Toni Kroos Safe-Pass Template (Superstar).】

【Vision: 93 → 93】

Oh!

Here it comes!

Every time he obtained something related to vision, Tang Ye always managed to extract some benefit from the system.

This time was no exception!

Toni Kroos—this was a World Cup champion player!

But why was it a Safe-Pass template!

Tang Ye felt somewhat uncomfortable.

A safe pass merely meant passing the ball back to a teammate when no passing opportunity could be found.

This template seemed to hold little significance for Tang Ye!

He basically never passed backward!

However, since it was a Superstar template, Tang Ye certainly wouldn't lose out.

Yellow Submarine always faced difficulties with back-court distribution; Kroos's Safe-Pass template should be able to play some role here.

"Beep, beep-beep!"

The full-time whistle blew; Yellow Submarine ultimately succeeded in defeating Málaga away from home.

This marked Yellow Submarine's third consecutive victory of the season!

Granada, Sevilla, Málaga.

All defeated!

……

"Vamos!"

"Haha!"

After securing the victory, the Yellow Submarine players began their unrestrained celebration in the locker room.

Although the team had encountered several minor tactical issues since the start of the season, and the players were all feeling quite tired.

But fortunately, they had won all three matches at the start of this season!

Rounds 1, 2, and 3 were all victories, securing a full 9 points.

"This is a good start!"

Bruno stood on a small stool in the center, bare-chested, holding his jersey in his hands.

"Here!"

Aleix tossed an empty mineral water bottle to Bruno, who used the bottle as a microphone: "Today, we must properly praise a few players. First, Tom!"

"Two assists in one match, please come to the center!"

The eyes of the players in the locker room turned to Tang Ye, who was holding his phone reading the news; realizing his teammates were all looking at him, he silently put his phone back into his backpack: "Uh... we should be allowed to use our phones after the match ends, right?"

"It's not about the phone, just come over quickly!"

Bruno urged, and Tang Ye stood up and walked to the very center.

"Tom, our assist king for today!"

Bruno raised Tang Ye's right hand, and the locker room erupted in cheers once again.

"Here it comes!"

Rodri twisted off the cap and sprayed water simultaneously at Tang Ye and Bruno.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye did not resist; he thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.

Undoubtedly, he had helped the team today!

His two assists were crucial!

Meanwhile, in the stadium's press room, Escrivá sat in the center, with Martí and Aleix on his left and right respectively.

Click-click!

"Ferran, this is your team's third consecutive win of the season. You started Tom in today's match, and Tom delivered two assists. Do you consider his performance today to be satisfactory?"

"Of course, absolutely; those two assists provided us with decisive help!"

Escrivá answered without even thinking.

Poor Mr. Ferran had thus walked straight into the reporters' trap.

"His performance was outstanding, yet you kept Tom on the bench for the first two matches of the season. Why was that?"

Uh...

Looking at the reporter's expression, which was puzzled yet somewhat malicious, Escrivá pursed his lips and thought for a moment.

"This is very normal; Tom is a new player who arrived during the summer transfer window, and new players need some time to adapt to the team."

"But many Villarreal fans believe Tom doesn't need to adapt to the team. He already performed very well in the first round against Granada, scoring one goal and providing one assist in his very first La Liga appearance—an achievement many top La Liga stars have never accomplished."

"I know, I know!"

Escrivá answered somewhat hastily.

He was now starting to feel unsure how to answer the reporters' questions.

"However, um, I guarantee I will give Tang suitable opportunities. Starting him in the previous two matches was my tactical arrangement, that's all."

"Fans really love Tom's spectacular passes. Will he continue to start in the upcoming matches?"

The reporter held the microphone up to Escrivá's mouth.

He had asked a question that fans were particularly concerned about.

That was whether Tang Ye would continue to start in the upcoming matches.

"That depends on how well he integrates into the team."

"Integrates into the team?"

The reporter frowned: "But we noticed that after Tom came onto the field, your overall tactics seemed to change. Are you sure it's Tom adapting to the team, and not the team adapting to Tom?"

"Of course, that is certain!"

Escrivá spoke with a firm tone: "Any player must prioritize the team's system. I can guarantee that it is Tang integrating into the team, not the team adapting to Tang."

"He will slowly adapt in the future. Um, that's it."

Escrivá had slightly weakened the team's demands for possession and passing for Tang Ye's sake, but this was already the limit; it was the maximum concession.

He could not possibly let the team completely follow Tang Ye's rhythm.

Tang Ye's opportunistic style of play would plunge Villarreal into hell!

(End of Chapter)