Chapter 133: Real Madrid Superstar Chest! A Passive Item?

Check Dongqiu Di Match Report: Real Madrid drew 3:3 at home against Villarreal; Tang Ye scored from a tight angle to equalize at the death!

Check Dongqiu Di La Liga Update: After drawing with Villarreal, Real Madrid sit second in the standings, two points behind Barcelona, who are top after five consecutive wins.

As soon as the pinned match news was posted, fans who were still awake rushed into the comments section.

【Damn, did they really f***ing draw?】

【Real Madrid's defense wasn't on form today, but Villarreal played really well; this draw is understandable.】

【Actually, it's not that the defenders were off form; it's just that my Tang Tang Qiuwang's momentum was too strong, and Ramos and Varane couldn't handle the pressure. That's normal.】

Barcelona fans forming a sliding-knee formation!

【Actually, I feel this loss for Real Madrid is Cristiano Ronaldo's fault; he came on and immediately scored twice, directly making my Zhu Zhu Piggy Xia angry.】

"Wow!"

After the match ended, Tang Ye and Rodri ran toward the sidelines, where substitutes Trigueros and Cheryshev rushed out, and the four of them celebrated together on the edge of the field.

【You have obtained a Real Madrid Template Chest·Superstar】

It's a Superstar Chest!

Tang Ye had drawn the better one between the Advanced Chest and the Superstar Chest!

Before Tang Ye could vent his excited emotions, Escrivá walked over to him: "Well done, Tom!"

"Haha!"

The situation on the field was clear: Villarreal was the side celebrating, while Real Madrid was the dejected side.

The result was indeed a draw, but it was Villarreal who scored the late equalizer.

Villarreal had entered the second half expecting to lose, but they secured a draw, so this was something worth celebrating for them.

As for Real Madrid, they had expected to secure their fifth win of the season in this match, but ultimately failed, so they were the disappointed party.

"Phew..."

Zidane scratched his head and walked over to comfort the Real Madrid players on the field.

As the team's head coach, Zidane was very clear about the state of these players on the field.

He had even anticipated scores like 2:2 or 3:3 before the match started, never expecting them to actually become reality!

Click click click!

In the press conference room, Tang Ye followed closely behind Escrivá, and the two sat down on their chairs.

The first to stand up was a Korean reporter wearing glasses; he was very curious about Tang Ye, so he interviewed Tang Ye first.

"Tang, you equalized at the death in the final moments of this match, and the opponent was Real Madrid."

Looking down at his notes: "You are the second Asian in history to score against Real Madrid, and the first Chinese player in history to score against Real Madrid; do you have anything to say about this?"

After the reporter finished his question, Tang Ye adjusted the standing microphone on the table.

He fiddled with it for a long time and blew into it a few times, but for some reason, the microphone simply wouldn't work.

Having no other choice, Tang Ye cast a pleading glance at Escrivá beside him.

"..."

Escrivá frowned, feeling that something was not quite right.

Leaning back to look, he pointed at Tang Ye's right foot: "You stepped on the plug and pulled it out."

Oh?

"Holy crap."

Tang Ye squatted down, plugged the connector back in, and after pressing the button, the microphone finally produced sound.

"Sorry, sorry."

After adjusting it, Tang Ye began to answer the reporter's question: "Uh, I don't know exactly how to put it, but anyway, I'm really happy; when we were down 1:3, I thought we were going to lose, never expecting a draw in the end, haha."

A brilliant smile lit up Tang Ye's face, and just as he said, he was extremely happy with the result of this match.

Escrivá said nothing; like the reporters below, Tang Ye's smile left them somewhat dazed.

Such pure joy; the Korean reporter, who had originally intended to make things difficult for Tang Ye, unknowingly started laughing along with him: "So, will you celebrate after the match today?"

Celebrate?

"Of course!"

Tang Ye answered quickly: "I've decided to give myself a day off."

Escrivá turned his head: "I understand the logic, but the question is... why can you give yourself a day off? Shouldn't I be the head coach?"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Ferran, so what should we do?"

Tang Ye touched his nose, but Escrivá did not disappoint him.

"You will have a holiday; everyone will have a holiday."

Tang Ye's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned his head toward the Korean reporter in front of him: "I'm not lying to you; we really will celebrate."

"Haha, well... Tom, previously many fans and reporters believed you couldn't adapt to the La Liga, even thinking you had already lost your way in La Liga, but now you've delivered an astonishing performance; what do you have to say about this?"

Tang Ye moved his mouth close to the microphone: "Is this for the fans and reporters to hear?"

The reporter paused for a moment, clearly having misunderstood Tang Ye's remark.

But it didn't matter anymore.

"Either way is fine."

"I just want to say... please stop scolding me in the comments section. I actually work harder than you imagine; I've been training hard all along."

"..."

There was silence in the room, and the camera focused on Escrivá beside Tang Ye.

Escrivá was holding back laughter, but it seemed he was about to burst.

"Pfft, cough cough!"

"I can vouch for that. Tom has been training with intense focus since arriving at Villarreal."

The football reporters below were still a bit slow to react.

They had encountered many footballers with strong defensive interview skills during their careers, but Tang Ye was an exception.

Tang Ye doesn't know how to defend; he only knows how to beg for mercy!

After a brief recording, the reporter turned the camera to Escrivá: "Ferran, for this hard-earned draw, is there anything you'd like to say?"

"Hmm, we actually prepared for this match for a long time."

Escrivá spoke slowly: "Fans thought we would lose to Real Madrid, but everyone saw the final result. We drew with Real Madrid, and judging by the situation in this match, I feel a draw might not be the appropriate scoreline."

Huh?

Tang Ye, sitting on the side chewing gum, took a deep breath.

For some reason.

He now felt a familiar sensation.

But he just couldn't pinpoint exactly where the problem lay.

"A 3:3 scoreline, hmm, I feel there is actually an element of luck involved. Our opponents were in poor form today; we should have seized this opportunity. 4:3, or 3:2, I feel that would have been very not..."

As he spoke, Escrivá suddenly realized something was wrong.

Damn!

What was he saying!

This wasn't what he wanted to say!

There was no way back; the previous words were already out, so Escrivá could only try to spin it around.

"If it were just luck, I feel we wouldn't have been able to win the match. Overall, we still lacked a bit of strength, which is a very regrettable thing."

Click-clack!

Hearing that final sentence, Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

He almost thought his Mr. Ferran had turned into Mr. Eric.

Now it seemed this was just a false alarm!

After the match ended, Tang Ye came out of the room and bumped into Real Madrid players heading toward the underground parking lot, including Cristiano Ronaldo carrying a white Adidas backpack.

A draw was an unacceptable scoreline for Real Madrid, and even more so for Cristiano Ronaldo; the Portuguese looked somewhat gloomy.

Tang Ye gave up the idea of greeting him, but unexpectedly, the passing Cristiano Ronaldo high-fived him: "Tom, that's how you say it, right? Great goal, but remember, we will have matches to face each other again."

"Hey, Cristiano, time to go!"

Marca front-page headline — A true super genius? Tom scores the equalizer against Real Madrid and receives a super high rating of 8.1.

Mundo Deportivo front-page headline — Tom has already shown better adaptability than Cristiano Ronaldo in his early days in La Liga; Villarreal's choice to loan rather than buy him out is absolutely wrong.

Utrecht Evening Post front-page headline — Eredivisie champion + Champions League qualification + keeping Tom; Utrecht club executives are considering building a statue for Ten Hag at the training base, though the proposal has not yet received support from all board members.

Boarding the return flight, the players were sleeping in the back; Escrivá and Marti, sitting together, started chatting.

"To be honest, our luck was really good today; not just today, but the luck has been quite good this entire season."

Marti looked at the La Liga standings displayed on his phone screen.

Drawing with Real Madrid earned only one point, but thanks to the goal difference advantage, they were still leading Atlético Madrid and ranked third.

Ranked third after five rounds; no matter what, this was a very good result for Villarreal!

Listening to Marti's words, Escrivá's heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

This was his first season coaching a team.

If he could lead Villarreal to finish third in the league in his first season as a coach, then Villarreal's fans would surely thank him!

Gaining the gratitude of the team's fans is a very high achievement for a head coach!

To be honest, Escrivá actually didn't have much ambition originally.

But now, he does!

"Ferran."

Marti showed his phone screen to Escrivá: "There are many people praising Tom online right now, haha!"

Hearing that the comments online were about Tang Ye, Escrivá suddenly grew nervous and quickly leaned his head over to take a look.

【Tom's skills are too comprehensive; he has Modrić's outside-of-the-foot passing, Casemiro's interceptions, and even Kroos's backward passes. He alone is Real Madrid's entire midfield line; this is the reason Real Madrid lost the match!】

"..."

Escrivá smiled and turned his head away: "They are thinking about things too simply."

"Why do you say that?"

Marti put his phone back in his pocket; Escrivá's previous words had sparked his interest.

"Tom has many skills, but he isn't comprehensive enough."

Escrivá analyzed the flaws in the fans' comments: "He has the abilities of Real Madrid's three midfielders, but only a little bit of each. For example, Modrić; Tom can use the outside of his foot to kick the ball, but he doesn't have Modrić's ability to break away."

Simply put, Tang Ye appeared to possess the three signature moves of Real Madrid's three midfielders, but because his skills weren't comprehensive enough, he couldn't even replicate the effect of any single one of them.

"No need to rush; he can practice."

Marti said: "Tom is only 17 years old; he has plenty of time to train."

Escrivá shook his head: "What is most important for him right now is improving his passing and ball control; this is the most important thing!"

Being young is indeed Tang Ye's advantage, but everyone's time is limited; Tang Ye cannot make up for his weaknesses all at once.

Ending the conversation, Escrivá leaned back in his chair.

He was thinking.

Thinking about exactly what formation would suit the current Villarreal.

At this moment, in the rear of the plane, Tang Ye was in the lavatory meticulously washing his hands, then drying them clean with paper.

Stepping over the sleeping Rodri, Tang Ye returned to his own seat and directed his consciousness to the system within his mind.

【Open Real Madrid Superstar Chest?】

"Hiss..."

He took a deep breath.

Another Real Madrid superstar template.

It was just unknown what was inside.

The moment to test Tang Ye's luck had arrived!

【You have obtained the Modric Back-to-Goal Escape Template (Superstar)】

【Ball Control: 77 → 78】

【Speed: 67 → 69】

Modric's Back-to-Goal Escape!

Having just finished the match that afternoon, Tang Ye still vividly remembered Modric's performance during the game.

This was an excellent template ability; it would give Tang Ye an additional option for handling the ball when dropping deep to support the defenders.

Beyond that, this skill also increased Tang Ye's speed by 2 points, which would greatly assist him in adapting to the team's system.

A perfect chest opening!

Tang Ye's luck had always been quite good, and today was no exception!

Chewing gum, Tang Ye felt as though there was still something he hadn't done.

But what exactly was it...

He glanced at his current status panel.

Tang Ye (38 years old)

【Ball Control: 78; Passing: 86】

Account Balance: Counterattack Points * 334

Seeing his account balance, Tang Ye finally remembered what he had just forgotten.

His current balance was already sufficient to unlock the purchase permission for new items!

【Spend 320 Counterattack Points to unlock purchase permission for new items?】

【You have obtained Jadon Sancho's Manchester United Lunchbox】

【Although you are in the youth team cafeteria, possessing this exquisite iron lunchbox allows you to eat food from the first-team cafeteria. Remember, Ten Hag must absolutely not discover you possess this lunchbox, or extremely terrifying consequences will ensue!】

What the hell?

Tang Ye widened his eyes.

The item opened this time seemed a bit different?

He hurriedly studied it!

【Jadon Sancho's Lunchbox (Activated)】

Type: Passive Item

Effects:

1. When you consume food, you gain 5% extra nutrition, and your nutrient absorption capacity increases by 10%.

2. When you are in a state of fullness, your fatigue recovery speed increases by 10%.

3. When you are in a state of hunger, your competitive performance decreases by 30%.

"Uh..."

Tang Ye pondered briefly.

It seemed this new item of his did not require purchase.

Passive effect, permanent validity.

However...

Gaining extra nutrition from eating.

Did this mean he was going to grow taller?

More nutrition and faster fatigue recovery, plus being a passive effect, made Sancho's Lunchbox a super item.

However, this thing had side effects.

From now on, Tang Ye absolutely could not play soccer on an empty stomach!

(End of Chapter)