Chapter 1 Fang Shuai

After leaving a message, Fang Shuai habitually refreshed the page and was surprised to find that his comment had been replied to, and the person who replied to him was the blogger "Dream Cabin."

The reply was simple, but it made Fang Shuai happy: "Can be reprinted."

Fang Shuai hurriedly began to transfer every article in this blog to the forum, including text, pictures, the link and the author.

This was a huge project. Fortunately, the college entrance examination was long over, and there was nothing else to do except wait to fill out the application. Even if he went to bed late, his parents wouldn't care.

So Fang Shuai locked himself in his room and kept copying and pasting. His mother came to knock on the door again to tell him not to sleep too late. He dealt with her perfunctorily and didn't take his mother's words to heart, still burning the midnight oil.

It was almost three in the morning when he finally finished reprinting all the articles from this blog.

After posting the article about Zhou Yi helping Dortmund win the youth league championship, Fang Shuai stretched, took off his glasses, rubbed his sore eyes, and looked at the posts in the forum, very satisfied with his work.

Then he switched back to the blog and found that another article had been added!

It looked like there was new news!

He quickly clicked on it.

"...The entire Dortmund first team departed from Dortmund today and flew to Radkersburg, Austria, their pre-season training camp. Here, they will conduct fifteen days of physical training... There are also two young players from the youth team in this first team, one is Mario Götze, who was previously called up to the first team for training last season. The other is Zhou Yi, an outstanding midfielder in the youth team..."

Fang Shuai's eyes widened.

Zhou Yi went to the first team?!

Damn it!

Awesome!

Too awesome!

How long has it been?

He hadn't even been at Dortmund for a season, and he had jumped from the U17 to the U19, and now he had jumped to the first team!

Fang Shuai's hands suddenly trembled with excitement.

One of his classmates had become a remarkable person!

His tiredness disappeared immediately, his eyes were no longer sore, and he quickly transferred this article to the forum as well. He not only put it in the ever-updating thread, but also posted a special topic thread, with the title in red and pinned to the top, like a notice posted at the city gate, eager to announce it to the world.

He even forwarded this news to various football forums, eager to tell this news to more strangers. He hadn't been so happy even when he passed the key undergraduate line in the college entrance examination...

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When the entire Dortmund team arrived at the training camp in Radkersburg, it was already noon.

Generally speaking, after a long journey, the team would not arrange any high-intensity training on this day, mainly focusing on recovery.

But after the lunch break, Dortmund's fitness coach Bartlett announced the content of their training session this afternoon - mountain climbing.

Not mountain climbing for sightseeing, but mountain climbing with a time limit! You had to run the whole way, otherwise you would run out of time!

A group of people ran panting on the mountain road, finally understanding why the coach would say that - "I hope you have no regrets during the holidays, and have all relaxed yourselves to the fullest. This way you will have the strength to support the next training."

When Zhou Yi finally reached the finish line, he collapsed directly on the ground, his chest heaving violently, unable to even speak. He only felt a burning pain in his lungs with every breath.

It's just climbing a mountain, why is it so tiring...

Zhou Yi felt like he wanted to die.

He didn't know how many times he wanted to give up, if it wasn't for the coaching staff watching him intently... he might have really given up.

Klopp walked through the players who had reached the finish line and came to Zhou Yi's side. He bent down and looked at Zhou Yi: "Hey, young man. Why are you so tired?"

Zhou Yi gasped for breath, with no strength to answer him.

Klopp then shook his head: "Tsk tsk, that's not good, young man. With your physical fitness, your girlfriend will dislike you!"

There was a burst of laughter around him.

Zhou Yi really didn't expect the head coach to make such a joke with him. He rolled his eyes weakly, only able to express his emotions in this way.

The first afternoon was spent climbing mountains.

After returning to his room, all the players complained incessantly.

Zhou Yi was the same.

He and Götze shared a room, and the two helped each other back.

Zhou Yi felt like his legs were not his own.

"Mario, you were also called up to the first team last season. Was the training so tiring at that time?" Zhou Yi asked.

"I didn't come to the first team during the summer training camp either." Götze spread his hands. "The situation is different. Anyway, I don't think it was as tiring as it is now."

Zhou Yi lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. When he thought that these days had just begun, and there were still fifteen days left, he despaired.

"Ah, I choose death..."

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During dinner, assistant coach Buvac announced the training schedule for this period.

"We will have an hour of morning exercises at seven o'clock every morning."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the restaurant.

"Seven o'clock?" someone asked loudly.

"That's right, seven o'clock in the morning." Buvac nodded.

"But I'll still be dreaming at that time..."

"Then get out of your dream half an hour earlier." Buvac said in an uncompromising tone. "After the morning exercises is breakfast time, at ten o'clock we will have the second training session, which will last for an hour."

In fact, this was usually the start time for the team's first training session, but now it had become the second session...

"After the training, we'll have lunch, and everyone must take a nap after lunch. If the coaching staff sees anyone lingering in the billiard room or at the table tennis table during this time, they will be punished."

Grosskreutz, who was sitting next to Zhou Yi, grimaced - he had brought a lot of entertainment items.

"After the nap, at four o'clock, we will have an hour and a half of afternoon training. After the training is dinner, everyone can spend their evenings freely, but I don't recommend you play too crazy, because that will make you lack the strength to cope with the next day's training."

Three training sessions a day!

This was Dortmund's summer training camp schedule for the new season.

Generally speaking, two training sessions a day could be called a devil training with high intensity. Having two training sessions a day for three consecutive days was equivalent to playing four games in these three days. Such intensity was very high.

But now it was three training sessions a day!

Klopp's requirements were obviously stricter than the devil's.

After listening to Buvac's training arrangement, many people were dumbfounded.

"Why did you have to choose to announce this when we were having dinner? It completely ruined my appetite!" Grosskreutz muttered and complained in a low voice.

Zhou Yi laughed at Grosskreutz: "Kevin, I think you brought so many things for nothing."

"Why?"

"Because you won't have the time and energy to play at all." Zhou Yi said decisively.

"Hey, are you looking down on me?" Grosskreutz snorted. "Do you think I'm a physical trash like you? Zhou Yi, can you satisfy your girlfriend in bed?"

"I don't have a girlfriend yet, Kevin. So this is a false proposition." Zhou Yi said.

"Tch." Grosskreutz snorted.

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Zhou Yi's words were quickly fulfilled, and those good things that Grosskreutz brought really didn't come in handy at all.

Every day he was exhausted from training. When Grosskreutz returned to his room, he just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep, and he had no time and no mood to entertain himself at all.

What made Grosskreutz a little happier was that Zhou Yi performed even worse than himself.

But there was a reason for this, because Zhou Yi's physical foundation was the worst.

Bartlett formulated completely different training plans for each person's different physical condition.

Logically speaking, Zhou Yi's physical requirements shouldn't be that high.

But on the contrary, Zhou Yi's physical training plan was very strict.

This strictness was not only reflected in the training content, but also in the coach's requirements for him.

One of the training sessions was variable speed running. During the running, the speed was changed according to the coach's instructions.

At the beginning, Zhou Yi could keep up with the rhythm, but later, Zhou Yi's physical strength was exhausted, and it was difficult to keep up with the coach's instructions.

In this case, the training ground would be filled with the roar of fitness coach Bartlett: "Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Zhou Yi! Accelerate! This is not a slow jogging exercise!"

Hearing the coach's shout, Zhou Yi had to grit his teeth and accelerate.

But in fact, it didn't make any difference whether he accelerated or not, because the speed at which he accelerated was not much faster than when he didn't accelerate...

Similar scenes could be seen many times during training every day. The players of Dortmund's first team were discussing in private, feeling that the coaching staff's requirements for Zhou Yi were too strict.

Because some training standards were different for everyone and Zhou Yi.

They didn't understand why the coaches were so strict with Zhou Yi.

"Poor Zhou Yi, I don't think he can last until the end of the summer training camp. He will go back to the youth team..."

"Is there any need for the coach to be so demanding on a newcomer who has just come to the first team?"

"That's right, that's right..."

Everyone knew that being called up from the youth team to train with the first team didn't mean that they would really play in the first team. More often, it was a statement to show that the head coach valued his own youth training system.

But these youth team players who were called up to the first team were likely to return to the youth team after the pre-season training camp.

None of them could play in the first team.

It was too difficult.

Even some players who performed well in the youth team were quickly submerged after coming to the first team.

This was because the youth team and the first team were completely two different worlds. Performing well in the youth team did not mean that they would definitely perform well in the first team. The matches in the adult first team were something that youth team players could not bear, whether it was physically or under pressure.

So for those youth team players who came to the first team to train, they would just follow the training, and there would be no special treatment.

Dortmund's other players had never heard of treatment like Zhou Yi's.

Even Götze was very strange. When he was resting in the room, he asked Zhou Yi: "Did you offend a first-team coach?"

"How is that possible? I haven't even had any contact with them." Zhou Yi said, panting on the bed.

"What about Bartlett? Didn't he give you special training when you were in the youth team?"

"Yes, but I don't have any conflicts with him..."

"Strange..." Götze felt incomprehensible. "Then why are they targeting you so much?"

"Maybe they're not targeting me?" Zhou Yi asked back.

"Then what else could it be?"

"They value me!" Zhou Yi said.

Götze rolled his eyes: "You're really good at patting yourself on the back. You've just been promoted to the first team, how could the head coach value you?"

"What's impossible?" Zhou Yi asked back, "Have you forgotten our game in the U19, Mario?"

Götze was stunned.

Zhou Yi saw that Götze was stunned, and laughed: "Maybe I will play in the first team before you, Mario!"

"You're thinking too much, Zhou Yi."