Chapter 198: France Legend Chest Opens, Tom's First Legend Template!

【Tang Tang Qiuwang is too fierce!】

【Say no more; this is simply ggbond's original strength!】

【What a pity, he just can't dribble past opponents; if he could, he'd be perfect.】

【Capable of passing, shooting, and dribbling? That truly seems a bit too absurd.】

Time reached the 84th minute of the second half.

【Chances Created: 18/18 (Completed)】

【France Chest: Star → France Chest: Legend】

Something long awaited!

It has finally arrived!

Tang Ye very much wanted to open the chest immediately, but he feared the newly acquired template would distract him.

Although Yellow Submarine was currently leading 2:0, the match was not yet over!

He needed to finish playing this match seriously before he could deal with the matter of the chest.

This was being responsible to the fans, and also to his teammates!

As for the chest!

Once he returned home tonight, Tang Ye would first need to wash his face, then wash his hands again.

Finally, he absolutely had to sit in his gaming chair.

The sense of ritual had to be established; only after everything was handled would Tang Ye open his chest!

"Damn!"

"Up front! Up front!"

"Too far, come back, come back!"

Sampaoli was clearly driven to desperation by frustration; Sevilla's final frantic counterattack simply had no effect whatsoever.

The full-time whistle blew!

Yellow Submarine had secured their first victory in the February La Liga season!

"Come on, come on, over here, over here!"

Tang Ye ran toward the away stand, constantly turning back to wave at Rodri and Musacchio.

"Vamos!"

"Haha!"

Tang Ye hugged his teammates one by one as they approached him; by this time, Bruno, who had long been substituted off for ice treatment, had also changed into slippers and walked over.

"Your voice has gotten quieter,"

Bruno remarked.

"It's been too long since the goal!"

Tang Ye explained, "I shouted when Nicola scored too; back then I shouted very loudly, much louder than that shout just now."

"Haha!"

Bruno gave Tang Ye a hug, whereupon the latter suddenly squatted down, reached out, and touched the bandage on Bruno's ankle: "Bruno, are you okay? Oh, so hard!"

"Of course bandages are hard!"

Bruno shrugged: "There shouldn't be any major problem, but I probably need to rest for a few days."

Tang Ye carefully examined the bandage on Bruno's ankle, then stood up: "Bruno, you should have told Mr. Ferran directly; if I get injured on the pitch, I tell Mr. Ferran straight away."

As Tang Ye supported Bruno toward the player tunnel, Ale walked over along the way: "Bruno, need help?"

"Sebastian, you're too tall."

Tang Ye held out his hand, measured it against Bruno's forehead, then placed it against his own forehead for comparison: "I'm just the right height."

"Hahaha, alright, alright."

Back in the locker room, Yellow Submarine's players sang to celebrate today's victory.

Tang Ye did not receive today's MVP award; this was because he had been heavily restricted in the second half, resulting in far too few touches.

However, this was no major issue; as long as they won the match, the MVP would certainly remain with Yellow Submarine.

If Tang Ye did not receive the MVP trophy, the award would not go to the opponents, but would instead be presented to one of his friends.

The 2:0 scoreline helped them keep the MVP trophy at Yellow Submarine!

Escrivá was still outside giving interviews; having finished celebrating with his teammates, Tang Ye squatted on a stool, holding his phone and scrolling through comments.

【Tom is indeed formidable; I feel Tom has a chance to win Player of the Month this month!】

【Go Yellow Submarine! Blessings from a French Yellow Submarine fan.】

【Go Tom! Blessings from an Utrecht fan!】

【Envious of Utrecht fans...】

【Player of the Month? I also hope Tom wins it, but Yellow Submarine has too many matches in February; they still have to play in the King's Cup!】

【King's Cup? Villarreal is already leading Celta by three goals!】

"Are you reading fan comments?"

Rodri sat down beside Tang Ye.

He couldn't see the specific content on Tang Ye's phone, but he could judge from the interface that Tang Ye was browsing Instagram.

After matches, fans always gather on Instagram to chat; as a professional player, Rodri knew this very well, because that was how he had spent his time in previous years.

"No, no."

Tang Ye put his phone away.

"No? Haha."

Rodrigo reached out to touch Tang Ye's face, then wore an expression of obvious certainty.

"As expected, it's hot! Did you see the fans praising you?"

"Really?"

Hearing Rodrigo say that, Tang Ye also reached out to touch his own face.

"This isn't exactly hot, is it?"

Tang Ye said quietly.

But, hmm... the temperature of his cheeks was indeed much higher than that of his hands.

Remembering what he had just seen, Tang Ye quickly explained, "Actually, I was looking at our upcoming schedule."

Saying this, Tang Ye opened WhatsApp.

On the first or second of every month, Marty posts the team's schedule for the month in the group chat.

Players only need to open the group chat, like Tang Ye did, to see the pinned message.

February 8: Villarreal vs Celta (King's Cup Semi-final Second Leg)

February 12: Villarreal vs Malaga (La Liga Round 22)

February 16: Villarreal vs Roma (Europa League Round of 16 First Leg)

February 26: Villarreal vs Real Madrid (La Liga Round 24)

"There are still 1, 2, 3... 5, 6. There are still 6 matches left."

Tang Ye counted the remaining matches for February.

February had only just begun, not even the 10th yet, but Villarreal still had 6 matches left.

And among these 6 matches were strong teams like Roma and Real Madrid!

"This is going to be tough..."

Tang Ye squinted his eyes.

He made a decision.

He would play FIFA crazily over the next few days.

Roma and Real Madrid are very strong; he needed to beat both teams more than ten times in the game so he could play confidently when they met in the match.

First time facing Roma, but with over ten encounters of experience.

This was the source of Tang Ye's confidence!

Villarreal Times front-page headline: Villarreal secures first league win of February with a 2-0 away victory against Sevilla.

Marca front-page headline: Four consecutive league wins, Real Madrid powerfully charges to the top of the La Liga table!

As Editor-in-Chief of As, Luis del Sol: Barcelona's obsession with the King's Cup is absolutely wrong; now their league points have been surpassed by Real Madrid, and there is no longer any possibility of catching up.

Attached: La Liga Standings (Round 21)

1. Real Madrid, 53 points.

2. Barcelona, 52 points.

3. Villarreal, 47 points.

4. Sevilla, 44 points.

5. Atletico Madrid, 41 points.

6. Real Sociedad, 40 points.

"I feel Mr. Ferran's pressure might be a bit high right now."

Walking toward the apartment elevator, Tang Ye said to Rodrigo.

Normally, after winning a match, Escrivá would give the players at least a day and a half of holiday.

But after today's match ended, Escrivá only gave the players one day to rest; for Villarreal players, especially Tang Ye, this was definitely not good news.

"There's nothing we can do about it, unless we don't play in the Europa League, but we can't not play."

Villarreal's current situation is too awkward; whether it's the league, the King's Cup, or the Europa League, they cannot abandon any of them.

Because all three competitions are very important to Villarreal.

Especially the King's Cup; now that they have reached the semi-finals, there is no turning back.

"But it doesn't matter, Tom. Barcelona has the same problem as us now, whether it's the Europa League or the Champions League."

The two walked into the elevator and encountered a woman holding a child's hand.

"T... Tom?"

The child, wearing a child-sized Villarreal jersey, looked up at Tang Ye with his big eyes.

From the child's reaction, it was clear he was a loyal fan of GGBond!

The child pointed to the jersey on his body, wanting Tang Ye to sign it.

"Sign, sign..."

Tang Ye reached into his pocket, searching for a long time but finding nothing.

So he turned his backpack around to the front.

This was awkward.

He had no habit of carrying a pen with him! Just then, the elevator stopped at the 11th floor where Tang Ye and Rodrigo were.

"Here's what I'll do: I'll go get a pen from my room. You wait for me outside the elevator first, then go up later."

After speaking, Tang Ye quickly ran to his room, threw his backpack at the door, and rushed back out.

"Come!"

Tang Ye picked up the pen and asked the child to turn around.

The children's jersey had no number, not even a La Liga logo; the entire back was yellow, so Tang Ye could write his name wherever he wished.

After quickly signing his name, the child noticed the pen in Tang Ye's hand.

"Tom, this pen doesn't seem meant for autographs; I use this same pen for my homework..."

"..."

Tang Ye gave an awkward smile, while Rodrigo beside him covered his face with his hand, struggling to hold back laughter.

!

"Uh, mainly because I didn't have any other pens; actually, this one writes quite well."

Tang Ye clicked the gel pen's tip back in and pulled the little boy's shirt taut.

Tang.

Because the line was relatively fine, the writing appeared very clear; Tang Ye felt quite satisfied with it himself.

The little boy blinked, then rummaged through his schoolbag, pulled out a gel pen, and handed it to Tang Ye.

"Tom, this is for you; good luck in the upcoming matches."

Uh...

Although it was a bit strange to receive a writing pen from a fan, Tang Ye still accepted the gift.

"We will do our best."

Rodrigo simply ruffled the little boy's hair, and Tang Ye imitated Rodrigo's gesture, doing the same.

Just as they were about to leave, the child reached out and stopped Tang Ye again.

"We might play against Barcelona in the final; can we defeat Barcelona, just like we defeated Sevilla this afternoon?"

"I think..."

Tang Ye and Rodrigo exchanged a glance.

"It should be possible?"

Returning to his room, Tang Ye picked up the backpack he had dropped by the door and tossed it onto the bed.

Then, with a "bang," Tang Ye collapsed entirely onto the bed.

He hadn't fallen asleep during the flight back this afternoon, so his condition wasn't very good right now.

After drinking a cup of 【Kante's Hot Chocolate Milk】, Tang Ye's muscles felt much more comfortable, though his head still felt dizzy.

After taking another shower, drying his hair, and getting dressed, Tang Ye sat down at his computer desk.

【Open France Chest·Legendary (Piggy Bank Version)?】

Looking at the system prompt before him, Tang Ye quickly rubbed his hands together.

【You have opened the France Chest·Legendary】

【You have obtained the Zidane Rhythm Control Template (Legendary)】

【Ball Control: 80→81】

Damn!

Tang Ye's eyes lit up.

Finally, a player he recognized!

A Zidane template!

For Tang Ye, Zidane was truly someone he knew extremely well.

This wasn't because Zidane was famous, but because Tang Ye's most skilled lineup in his current FIFA game included Zidane.

Just this afternoon while waiting for the flight, Tang Ye had controlled Zidane on his phone to score a header from outside the penalty area; he had even saved that gameplay clip and posted it on Instagram!

However, Tang Ye's luck was average; he hadn't managed to open a Zidane Header Template to compensate for his weakness in heading.

Of course, Tang Ye's mindset remained quite optimistic.

Although it wasn't a header, the template he received did relate slightly to ball control.

Since Tang Ye was a ball-control midfielder anyway, this perfectly matched the theme!

Zidane Rhythm Control!

The memories gained through arduous practice surged into Tang Ye like a strange energy, striking down from the crown of his head.

As expected of a legendary template; this bizarre sensation caused a sudden, slight palpitation in Tang Ye's heart.

His body twitched, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Perhaps...

This was the sweat of hard work?

Sitting in his chair and staring at the black computer screen, Tang Ye simply digested what he had just received.

The Zidane Rhythm Control, although a legendary template, only increased Tang Ye's ball control attribute by one point.

The reason was simple: the primary function of this template was not to enhance Tang Ye's ball feel.

Instead, it enhanced the physical sensation Tang Ye experienced while playing!

That light, brisk feeling of changing direction and altering speed.

This move could be used to confuse opposing defenders, leaving them unsure of what to do next.

Overall, it was absolutely a very powerful template.

Hmm... how to put it? Since Zidane is a retired star, he's hard to describe, but Tang Ye could name a current player who possesses the same ability.

Eden Hazard from Chelsea in the Premier League!

The owner of the Tata Sauce Burger!

That's right!

Tang Ye suddenly remembered something and hurriedly opened the system's template shop.

He remembered seeing Hazard's template in the shop!

【Mbappé Stop-and-Go Acceleration Template (Superstar)】

Price: Counterattack Points * 21,000

Not this one!

【N'Golo Kanté Long-Range Shot Template (Superstar)】

Price: Counterattack Points * 14,000

Not this one either!

【Hazard's Rhythm Variation (Superstar)】

Price: Counterattack Points * 15,000

Wow!

Found it!

Hazard's template is "Rhythm Variation," while Zidane's template is "Rhythm Control"...

Although both players possess excellent rhythm talent, Hazard is a forward, so his Rhythm Variation template can only be used when dribbling past opponents.

But Zidane is different.

Rhythm Control!

Why is it called Rhythm Control? Because once you obtain this template, you can control your own rhythm at will on the pitch.

Running, passing, and even dribbling past opponents—all of these are included within the template.

You can even add variations of fast and slow rhythms when shooting, thereby deceiving the opposing defenders and goalkeeper, making it impossible for them to know exactly when you are going to shoot!

"Hiss—"

He took a deep breath.

Tang Ye slowly came to his senses.

It seemed he had obtained something incredibly remarkable!

Tang Ye slowly extended his hands, spreading them open to reveal his palms.

He now had a feeling.

He was not just a ball-controlling midfielder.

He was also a dribbling midfielder!

He was about to become a master of dribbling past opponents!

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt excited; Tang Ye picked up the PS4 controller resting on the table, launched FIFA, and quickly adjusted his starting lineup.

Starting Forward: Hazard!

Starting Midfielder: Zidane!

Having just obtained this super rhythm template, he absolutely had to experience this so-called rhythm properly in the game!

After playing a few quick matches, Tang Ye discovered a situation: it seemed the game designers had not programmed the rhythm variation abilities of Hazard and Zidane into the game.

At least, not for now.

But this did not stump Tang Ye.

Did you think Zidane's template could only be used during training and actual matches?

Actually, no.

It could also be used while playing games!

Click-clack-click!

Tang Ye manipulated Zidane to perform a series of moves at the edge of the penalty arc; Dembélé's Ramos came up to press, at which point Tang Ye accelerated toward the left.

Dembélé followed up!

He flicked the joystick!

Click-clack!

Pretending to shoot!

Dembélé slid to tackle!

Okay, at this moment Tang Ye suddenly turned his body to the other side, charged up, and fired a pushed shot that directly blasted past Dembélé into the goal.

"Damn it, Tom, stop doing fake moves!"

Dembélé's voice begging for mercy came through.

"Haha!"

Tang Ye raised the hand holding the controller above his head, watching the goal replay on the screen, utterly delighted.

"Ousmane, get someone to help defend! Your setup is problematic; if you send players up in stages like that, you won't be able to play properly. Why are you using Ramos? Ramos isn't effective."

"Use Musacchio and Ruiz! You might not know who they are; they are my teammates, and they are very powerful."

(End of Chapter)