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After talking to home, Zhang Yang was in a very happy mood. He could feel the joy brought to his family by this good news.

This joy made Zhang Yang feel happy and motivated.

Originally, he wanted to call Li Qiang and some friends, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Zhang Yang had even more brilliant ideas. He wanted to give his brother a few gifts.

After another day of training, Zhang Yang took the initiative to practice again. Yaxioi didn't seem to want to practice more today, and he was completely absent-minded.

It must be thinking about the fire-breathing girl in the nightclub. Zhang Yang laughed.

Just after halfway through practice, Yaxioi, the guy, took the excuse of leaving in advance, so Zhang Yang practiced for a while and shot and went back to the apartment. Anyway, I have a training copy, so I can continue practicing.

It was nineteen o'clock when entering the dungeon, and it was nineteen o'clock when coming out of the dungeon. In fact, Zhang Yang had been practicing in the dungeon for several hours. Indeed, as the King of Football System explained, in this time copy, the passage of time is almost negligible compared to the passage of time in reality.

However, Zhang Yang cannot practice for a long time in the dungeon, and his body cannot bear it. In the dungeon, the entire person's senses and physical energy consumption is synchronized with reality.

Out of the copy, Zhang Yang dragged his tired body into the shower room. There was cold water and hot water in the shower room. However, Zhang Yang liked to take a cold shower. In October, Marseille was already a little cold. When the cold water flowed through his head, the cool feeling would make him feel energetic, and it seemed that his whole body was exhausted a lot.

Zhang Yang raised his head, closed his eyes, and let cold water pour it directly on his head and flowed down his neck. However, he was still thinking about his shot mistake in the dungeon today. Today, he was sarcastic and humiliated by the NPC named Yashioi, mocking him for practicing for so long but not making any progress?

Has it been a long time? Haven’t it been practiced for only four days? Of course, in reality, it is four days, but in the copy, Zhang Yang has practiced for at least ten days.

Zhang Yang shook his head vigorously. Although he was complaining in his heart, he knew in his heart that time was already very urgent for him.

Thinking back to the problems that occurred during the practice today, it was like a movie in his mind. This was a discovery he had made after the first day of copy practice. His memory has now been amazingly improved. Some mistakes that occurred during copy practice are like archived in his mind. When he carefully reminisces about them, he will play them in his mind. He can even clearly capture the subtle movements of every shot he shot!

What makes Zhang Yang feel a little regretful is that he can only replay what happened in the dungeon practice. It seems that the King of Football System is not omnipotent, and it is also selective.

He focused on training and wanted to quickly improve his ostentatiousness, but he did not notice that his teammates looked at him with a different look.

In fact, in the team, Zhang Yang is relatively optimistic and cheerful. He will take the initiative to say hello to his teammates. Zhang Yang knows that if you want to integrate into this team, you must first open your mind. Yaxioi once joked that his French was "dictionary version", because Zhang Yang always spoke very complete sentences, and any sentence was neat subject-predicate object. This is because Zhang Yang's French was completely studied and explored by himself in the past two months after he came to France. In fact, he was forced to go to those clubs one by one to apply for trial training. Before leaving, he would translate what he wanted to say into Chinese into English through tools, and then translate from English into French. This is a completely formulaic translation, with all subject-predicate object. However, some were even completely ambiguous after being translated, so that Zhang Yang made a lot of jokes at the beginning.

That day, Zhang Yang came to the training ground early and he was in a good mood because he was going to watch the game tonight, to watch the game at the Virrodham Stadium, and the game between Marseille and Lille at home. The ticket was given to him by the big black Louis at that time. After that, Louis did not communicate much with Zhang Yang, and it seemed that there had never been that conflict between the two.

"Good morning, Vadri." Zhang Yang greeted his teammates. Vadri is a Czech, who is the cousin of the team's first-team player Vadrik last season. However, Vadrik had already transferred to an Australian team this summer, but Vadri still stayed in the Marseille youth team to seek opportunities to enter the first team.

Humph, Vadri snorted in his nostrils and glanced at Chang Yang. It was obvious that his eyes and expression were not as friendly as they were, and they were full of provocation.

Tsk, Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and he stared at Vadri without hesitation. I greet you kindly. Is this your virtue? It seems that we have nothing to celebrate the festival.

"Good morning, Vadri." Another team member greeted Vadri, and the two walked away talking and laughing.

Zhang Yang stood there and looked at the backs of the two men. The guy just said hello to Vadri, but he automatically ignored Zhang Yang.

It's interesting. Zhang Yang talked to himself. He is a person who is easy to get along with and is optimistic and cheerful. However, Zhang Yang is not a bully temper. If others treat him well, he will naturally treat others well. However, if the other party is hostile to him, he will naturally not have any good face.

"Maybe it's because he and Vadri are both forwards, Vadri is afraid that I will steal his position!" Zhang Yang frowned and thought.

Realizing that this may be the reason, Zhang Yang smiled. There must be a competitive relationship in a team. If it is because of this relationship, Zhang Yang is too lazy to pay attention to it. This competitive relationship is bound to exist. If the other party brings the emotions caused by this competitive relationship out of the training ground, what can I do?

Zhang Yang is never afraid of competition!

Just competition, afraid of a bird!

However, why did the other midfielder named Hippoton ignore him? He has no competition with that guy.

Zhang Yang felt it was really inexplicable!

On the training ground of the Marseille youth team, some players were already doing warm-up activities there. They twisted their butts, kicked their legs, and talked in groups of three or three.

"Hi, guys, good morning." Zhang Yang waved to greet everyone.

The imagined situation of everyone greeting him did not appear. Only Yaxioi greeted him, and the big black man named Louis smiled at him.

Some people turned their heads away, some people simply lowered their heads, and some people looked at Zhang Yang with a strange look.

Zhang Yang waved his hand and put it down. He scratched his head awkwardly, but his heart was extremely angry. Who can tell me what was going on?

Everyone seemed to be a little distant from themselves, which made Zhang Yang a little annoyed. There was a kind of karma fire in his chest, and it was uncomfortable to be alienated and isolated by his partners. Young people all liked the feeling of being lively. Besides, having a good relationship with his teammates would also help him improve his status in the team. The problem now is that Zhang Yang doesn’t know what happened.

He saw Yashioy winking at him, Zhang Yang understood what Yashioy meant, and told him not to worry and talk to him after the training.

After half an hour of warm-up exercise, the team started to compete in teams as usual training.

After the competition began, Zhang Yang felt more and more isolated.

This is an attack on the side where Zhang Yang is located.

Yashioy passed the ball with a long pass, Zhang Yang headed the ball to his forward partner Vadri, and then he ran diagonally.

"Pass! Pass!" Zhang Yang raised his arm high, and he ran out of the gap, signaling Vadri to pass the ball to him.

But Vadri ignored him and chose to shoot directly, which missed the post.

"What are you doing, why don't you pass the ball?" Zhang Yang shouted at Vadri. Vadri was not good at him just now, so he tolerated it, but now in training, Vadri still has such an attitude, and he can't stand it anymore. This is an attitude, an attitude towards football. Zhang Yang loves football, he regards training games and treats football as his life!

"Why do you want me to pass the ball to you?" Vadri shouted at Zhang Yang without showing any weakness. "Do you really think you are a first-team player?"

Your sister!

Zhang Yang was extremely angry. He found that he understood a little. His teammates were indeed isolating him, not giving him a pass or a chance to perform! All this is just because they envy him! They were jealous of him!

The teammates seemed to have heard something. Fernandez once told Zhang Yang that he would put him in the youth team for a while before taking him to the first team, giving him the chance to appear in the first team.

Fernandez's approach is understandable. As the head coach of the Marseille team, he has his own standards and rights to choose players. His flamboyant characteristics are a new addition to the Marseille team's offense.

However, Fernandez's promise to Zhang Yang also invisibly created a gap between him and his teammates. No matter whether this gap was deliberately triggered by someone or something, this gap does exist now.

"Your sister! Everything you do is done by yourself! You have the ability to impress Mr. Fernandez! What's the point of targeting yourself like this!" Zhang Yang stood on the court. He looked at his teammates. He was a little depressed. Zhang Yang is a very loyal person. He really wants to be friends with his teammates and his comrades. Although he also knows that there will be competition in the team, Zhang Yang believes that he can grasp a degree well. The competitive relationship only exists on the court and the training ground. On the court, he will fight for every goal and fight desperately. However, he will let go of these competitive emotions off the court... How to get along with each other, but others don't seem to think so, do this!

The atmosphere on the training ground began to become a little weird.

At first, Yashioi passed the ball to him, but as the atmosphere on the training ground became more and more strange, Yashioi also smiled bitterly on her face, and he didn't dare to pass the ball to Zhang Yang all the time. After all, the feeling of being regarded as a thorn in her eyes by others was too uncomfortable.

Yashioy shrugged at Zhang Yang helplessly, meaning that I can do nothing, my buddy.

Dry!

Zhang Yang spat hard on the ground.

Zhang Yang looked at the head coach Pierre on the sidelines. Pierre's face was expressionless, as if he had not seen or noticed anything that happened in the training ground today.

Zhang Yang didn't expect Pierre. He was not the kind of elementary school student who would want his teacher to cry. He had his own code of conduct.

At this time, assistant coach Ryan called out Pierre not far away. Pierre ordered Ryan to direct the team to play in the team on the sidelines and walked away.

A few minutes later, Ryan walked away for no reason.

The atmosphere on the training ground was still weird and silent, and Zhang Yang felt that he was isolated by the entire team.

"Here, pass the ball!" Zhang Yang raised his hand to ask for the ball. This time he saw that it was Yashioi dribbling the ball.

Yashioy looked up and saw Zhang Yang's angry eyes. He also felt ashamed. What was he doing when his friend needed help the most!

This time, Yashioy passed the ball without any hesitation!

Zhang Yang stopped the ball in his chest. He took the ball forward and was about to strode forward, but he saw a figure bumping from the side, knocking him to the ground, and kicking it on the ball at the same time, the ball flew high.

This is Vadri suddenly rushed over from the side and completed the shot from Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang lay on the ground, watching Vadri shoot the ball away with a smile and walk away. He can no longer bear it. He suddenly jumped up and pulled Vadri's collar and shouted: "Did you do it on purpose? What do you mean? Do you deserve a beating, right?"

Vadri was stunned for a moment. He was an old bird in the team. He had been in the youth team for two years. Of course, he still did not attract the attention of the first-team head coach for two years. This also shows that Vadri's strength is indeed not very good or has no characteristics. However, Vadri, who is old-fashioned in the team, has always been very arrogant. He thinks he is the boss of the youth team and has always felt good about himself.

At this moment, Vadri was not prepared for the sudden outburst of Zhang Yang. He looked at Zhang Yang's wide eyes and felt the power of Zhang Yang's bursting muscles. He actually felt scared. He stuttered: "No...I just think...I..."

"What do you think? You feel that you are awesome. You are forced? Do you think the first team's door should be open to you? You are just a pitiful person! Why do you think you are qualified to be the first team?" Zhang Yang shouted at Vadri.

Then he looked around and looked at his teammates who were looking at the show. He shouted loudly, and he shouted at Hipponton, "Hiponton, what were you doing after the training last night?"

"Why should I tell you?" Hippoton's eyes were shivering when he was seen by Yang Yang's eyes. His face changed and he said loudly.

Zhang Yang ignored Hippoton. He stared at the latter's eyes at Vadri, who was still twisted by his neck, and asked, "Where are you, Vadri? Which girl are you trying tossing on?"

Wadry seemed to have come back to his senses from his fear just now. He felt that his performance just now was too embarrassing. He was not willing to be outdone. This time, he looked at Zhang Yang's eyes without any hesitation and gritted his teeth, "Boy, let me go, I tell you, you are dead."

"Is that true?" Zhang Yang sneered, and he exerted force with his right fist, actually picked up Vadri directly, shook his hand, and threw it aside.

The others took a breath and they were frightened by Zhang Yang's horror. Although Vadri was not a big man in 180, he was very strong and was actually picked up by Zhang Yang, who was about the same height!

Zhang Yang looked around coldly again, and pointed at his teammates one by one, "I'm training when you are drinking in the bar."

"When you're flirting with the chick, I'm training."

"When you sleep, I'm training!"

"When you are daydreaming one by one, I am training!"

“I’m still training!”

"Who do you think you are? We believe it when you say these words?" Vadri sneered.

"I don't need you to believe that I'm working hard for my own future! It's a big deal to do with you." Zhang Yang walked towards Vadri, looking at Vadri raised his fist with a timid face, he ignored him and sneered: "Vadri, you are very pitiful. I tell you, I'm different from you, I won't just daydream all day! I won't be jealous of others! I won't blame others! I will only fight for the sky that belongs to me with double my efforts! I am destined to be a big roc with my wings, because I have dreams, I use sweat and hard work to exchange for my dreams! Unlike you, you will only complain, like a resentful woman! I curse and curse the unfairness of fate all day long, blame the head coach for not be attracted to you, and blame your talents for being buried!" Zhang Yang also took the initiative and pointed at everyone's nose and mocked.

"I will sooner or later become the greatest player. You may not believe it, but you are not qualified to laugh at it because I am working hard for it, and you have no!" Zhang Yang pointed at everyone, pointing at everyone. The people who were swept by his eyes and pointed at him subconsciously looked away or lowered their heads.

The stadium suddenly became quiet, and no one expected that this Chinese boy would suddenly explode and would dare to point at their noses and scold them like this.

They were angry and unhappy, but they were speechless because these words left them speechless.

Yashioi looked at Zhang Yang and his new friend, and he suddenly felt ashamed. He had always been very proud and thought that he was a genius and the most talented in the Marseille youth team. He was different from others and was destined to be a big star. Even if he practiced with Zhang Yang, Yashioi only barely thought that Zhang Yang was qualified to train with him because of Zhang Yang's efforts. He did not really look down on Zhang Yang.

But at this moment, Yashioy looked at Zhang Yang, and he suddenly felt, "I am not as good as him!"

If it were me, would I have the courage to scold everyone in the team like this?

The answer seems to be no. I dare not.
Chapter completed!