Chapter 46: The First-Touch Module?

【Bruno Fernandes First-Touch Module (Superstar Level)】

【First-touch accuracy increased by 10%, imagination increased by 30%】

【Passing: 74→78】

【Portugal has only one Big B Brother, and that's B~Fernandes!】

Wait, buddy.

Who are you?

Tang Ye was stunned.

He thought it would be Cristiano Ronaldo, but instead it was some Fernandes?

The problem was, Tang Ye didn't even know who this player was.

Moreover, the reward Tang Ye received today wasn't a template skill like before, but a so-called "Special Module."

The module didn't require active triggering; Tang Ye only needed to touch the ball to activate Fernandes's First-Touch Module.

Simply put, he had obtained a passive skill!

"What a pity..."

Tang Ye shook his head.

He had thought he could get Cristiano Ronaldo's template and develop into a top-tier striker.

Instead, what he got was a midfielder template, and moreover, one belonging to a player he had never heard of.

The good news was that the percentage boost effect of this Touch Module was somewhat exaggerated.

An extra 10% accuracy!

And an extra 30% imagination; Tang Ye himself was starting to look forward to what kind of passes he could make!

But the problem was...

Laozi is clearly a possession-style midfielder, so why give me a module for first-time direct passing!

I should be keeping the ball at my feet!

Early the next morning, Tang Ye arrived at the training base right on time; his teammates were all on the training ground juggling the ball while waiting for the coach.

Wow?

Tang Ye's eyes lit up as he found Amrabat: "Sofyan, where's Erik?"

"Don't know; I've been here for 20 minutes and haven't seen Erik, and no one else has either,"

replied Allé while juggling the ball; just then, the phone in Tang Ye's pocket vibrated.

It was a message from WhatsApp, sent in the first-team group chat.

【Erik: I got into a car accident; I'll be half an hour late. You guys do a simple warm-up first, then practice rondo.】

"What's the word?"

Amrabat looked at Tang Ye, who placed his phone on the substitute bench seat, ran back, and said: "Free play for this morning."

"Wow, that good?"

Amrabat was somewhat delighted and began practicing fancy juggling on the spot.

An hour and a half later, Ten Hag and Fan Fan Dejiahe arrived at the entrance of the training ground in the same Uber.

"Ninety minutes; we're a full ninety minutes late!"

After getting out of the car, Ten Hag glanced at the watch on his wrist, his mood somewhat poor: "We should have just left without waiting for the police back then; ninety minutes—the morning training session is almost over!"

"Take it easy, relax. The tasks have already been assigned anyway; we'll just run them through some ball-feeling drills later, so it won't waste too much time."

Fan Fan Dejiahe comforted him: "Besides, they're adults; they know how to utilize training time."

"No."

Ten Hag pointed out the error in Fan Fan Dejiahe's words: "One of them isn't an adult."

"Just one; Allé, Di Di Bala, and the others will lead Tang in training."

said Fan Fan Dejiahe, after which he and Ten Hag slowly walked toward the training ground, with the latter complaining as they walked: "I bet five euros that Tang has already run off early; he should be in the dorms playing games right now."

Entering the training ground and approaching the outside of the fence, Fan Fan Dejiahe spotted Tang Ye at once: "Oh, Erik, you've lost five euros!"

Ten Hag widened his eyes.

Not only was Tang Ye on the training ground, but he was also running across the field!

"Wait, hold on, that's not right!"

Sensing something amiss, Ten Hag furrowed his brow.

Only Tang Ye and Allé were seen accelerating forward together, then simultaneously dropping to the ground and sliding on their knees.

Swish swish swish!

Getting up from the ground, Tang Ye immediately checked behind him: "Come on, three lines! Hahaha, Sebastian, you lost!"

All the players on the field gathered around.

On the turf where Tang Ye had slid, there were actually a full three lines!

"Damn it, how did you do that?"

Tang Ye lifted his foot: "When sliding, place the tip of your right foot right in the middle and use the toe to carve that central line."

Outside the fence, Fan Fan Dejiahe widened his eyes: "He seems to be teaching someone something?"

Ten Hag covered his face with his left hand: "Holy crap, he's teaching others how to carve three lines while sliding on their knees..."

"Beep!"

Ten Hag suddenly entered the field and blew his whistle to stop everyone's knee-sliding training; Tang Ye, who had just been preparing to accelerate for his run-up, saw Ten Hag approaching and stopped with some helplessness.

The players formed a circle, with Ten Hag standing in the very center.

"There's quite a bit to cover, so everyone can sit down and listen."

Tang Ye was the first to sit, but Ten Hag, noticing this, walked over and yanked him up from the ground by the arm: "Everyone except you."

"Wh-why everyone except me?"

Tang Ye spread his hands: "Mr., come on! Everyone is the same; I should be allowed to sit down too."

"You can sit down once you've thoroughly mastered the three-bar sliding knee celebration."

"Hahahaha!"

Tang Ye moved to the very back. Ten Hag glanced at him, then returned his attention to his notebook: "First, let me talk about our recent matches in the Eredivisie and the KNVB Cup. Well, the results—wins, losses, and scorelines—have actually been quite good, and we've earned a fair number of points in the league."

Listening to Ten Hag speak, the players sitting on the grass broke into smiles, but Ten Hag quickly called them out: "Although we've won our matches, we must maintain a clear understanding of ourselves and stay calm as we face the upcoming games."

"Instead of practicing sliding knee celebrations on the pitch—practicing the three-bar sliding knee."

Ten Hag pointed with the hand holding his notebook at Tang Ye, who was at the very back of the line peeling the wrapper off a piece of chewing gum.

"... S-sorry, my fault."

"Never mind, let's continue."

Ten Hag shifted his attention away from Tang Ye: "My point is that our overall form this season has been rather poor. If you start celebrating and cheering just because of a few recent victories, then the matches ahead will be extremely difficult for you!"

"Does anyone remember our league objective for this season?"

Ten Hag suddenly asked.

Van der Mare raised his hand: "Avoiding relegation!"

"Correct, it's avoiding relegation. The atmosphere for a team fighting relegation should be tense and pressurized, not like ours right now. You cannot celebrate too early," Ten Hag explained.

"But rest assured, even though the situation isn't good, I will do my best to help you."

"Remember what I've said: hard work always surpasses talent. If you have even a tiny bit of talent and combine it with hard work, you can achieve very rapid improvement."

Ten Hag called Tang Ye to stand in front of him: "Setting aside those black sliding-knee marks on the grass, Tang is an excellent example. His diligence in training helped him score those two goals. Don't you agree?"

On the grass, Haller, Di Di Bala, and Ramselaar exchanged glances, but in the end, no one spoke.

Seeing Ten Hag looking somewhat awkward, Ramselaar helped out by shouting a line.

Seeing Ten Hag's awkwardness, Ramselaar helped by calling out.

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