“No… no, there must be some mistake!” Mark muttered, shaking his head as he stared at the numbers on the screen. He couldn’t accept that his stats were so bad.

Although he was a substitute in the U17, he didn't think his abilities were so terrible. He played Pro Evolution Soccer and was an old hand at football games, so he naturally knew what level those stats represented.

With stats like these, he wouldn't be able to play for Borussia Dortmund's first team at all. He couldn't even play in the Bundesliga. Even in the relegation-threatened Bundesliga teams, players with such stats were marginalized.

With this ability, he could only play in the second division, or even… the third division. Or most likely, the regional league, which was the fourth tier of German football.

Have I been training in football for ten years, only to be fit for the fourth division?

No, something must be wrong!

He turned his pleading gaze to Zhou Yi, hoping to get support from him.

But Zhou Yi pointed to the physical data column and said to Mark, "Take a look for yourself, Mark. Does the data here accurately reflect your physical fitness?"

Then he switched to the attack column and said, "Shooting stat of forty-four. Honestly, Mark, do you think your shooting skills are exquisite? Be honest."

Mark opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Zhou Yi analyzed it for him item by item, based on what he had observed during the week he had been training with Mark.

By the end, Mark was speechless.

Zhou Yi said, "I know you find it incredible and don't want to admit it. But this is the truth. This is your real level."

Looking at Mark's expression, Zhou Yi thought of his own reaction when he first saw his data. It was probably similar to Mark's – his mind was full of doubts about whether he could continue playing football.

These cold numbers had no emotional color, but they truly reflected his level at the time.

Nothing is more convincing than numbers.

Whether you believe it or not, the numbers are right there.

Mark was so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head. Zhou Yi guessed that he must be starting to doubt whether choosing the path of football was the right thing for him.

He had built the model to train with him, not to undermine his confidence and make him doubt himself.

So he patted Mark on the shoulder: "First of all, Mark. You can only improve by facing your weaknesses. If you don't even know what your weaknesses are, how do you know which direction to work in? So it's no big deal to be weak. Besides, isn't the point of our special training to improve our strength? If you were strong, what would be the point of special training?"

Speaking of special training, Mark's attention finally shifted from self-doubt and self-denial: "Right, aren't we going to do special training? Why did you make a me, Zhou Yi?"

"This is part of the special training." After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he created a new character and started sculpting the face. This time, Mark realized that Zhou Yi was sculpting himself.

When Zhou Yi was almost finished, he complained: "That's not fair, you made yourself especially handsome!"

Zhou Yi looked surprised: "Isn't this just me?"

Mark shook his head and waved his hands: "Not at all!"

"Jealous!" After Zhou Yi convicted Mark, he pressed the confirm button, and the virtual Zhou Yi's handsome face was frozen and saved.

Then came the setting of height, weight, and style of clothing. This was very much in line with Zhou Yi's own real situation.

Finally, there were the various attributes that Mark was most concerned about. As a fan of Zhou Yi, he naturally thought that Zhou Yi's strength was above his own. The only thing he might be better than Zhou Yi at was stamina.

Mark's own stamina was seventy when converted into data. In the physical fitness column, this level was not very good. But at least he could persist in playing a whole game without being exhausted and almost collapsing.

He watched Zhou Yi set his own various stats.

Shooting fifty-one, heading forty-seven… short passing eighty-one!

"Wow!" Mark exclaimed when he saw this number.

But Zhou Yi immediately pulled the joystick back, and the number began to decrease, stopping at seventy after decreasing from eighty-one.

"I didn't hold back, I set it too high." Zhou Yi explained.

"Tch…" Mark rolled his eyes.

After a while, when he saw Zhou Yi in the "Vision" column, he kept dialing the joystick to the right without letting go. The number was jumping rapidly, from the initial forty, all the way up to ninety-nine. He couldn't help but ask: "Didn't hold back again?"

Zhou Yi released the joystick, but didn't dial it back.

"No, I'm just that good."

"Ninety-nine?!" Mark was shocked. "Full stats! How is that possible?!"

"This is hard to explain, but I'm really talented in this area…" Zhou Yi said without any modesty.

"Then it can't be full stats, how will you grow?"

"I don't need to grow in this area." Zhou Yi said confidently, so confidently that Mark wanted to beat him up. "What I need to grow is passing, shooting, stamina, strength… these things. But vision is my talent, if this thing still needs to be upgraded, how am I supposed to survive? How do you think I was able to assist two goals in the game against you? I can see all the gaps in your formation!"

Regarding Zhou Yi's words, Mark thought he was bragging. It's quite common for teenagers to brag.

He didn't continue to argue with Zhou Yi, just hummed twice to show that he didn't believe it.

Zhou Yi was too lazy to explain to him, he would understand sooner or later anyway.

He built his own character, saved, and exited, then replaced the two substitutes in the Dortmund team with both of them. Zhou Yi chose Master League mode and chose Dortmund as the team to control.

Entering the game mode, he switched himself and Mark into the starting lineup, and then started the game.

In the game settings before the start of the game, Zhou Yi chose to fix the cursors of both controllers, so that he could choose specific players.

Zhou Yi chose himself and let Mark choose himself.

While loading the game, Zhou Yi explained to Mark how he would specifically train:

"The special training is very simple. In the game, you only control yourself, and I only control myself. You are the forward, I am the midfielder, your task is to run and receive my passes, and shoot the football into the goal."

"Sounds simple. Come on! Watch me score five goals in one game!" Mark was already eager to try.

"Don't be silly, I set it to five-star difficulty."

As he spoke, the game had already started. After quickly skipping the previous entry animation, the game could finally begin.

Mark could only control himself, and Zhou Yi was the same.

Originally, Mark thought it would be very simple. Who doesn't know how to play games? He was a master of football games!

But after one game, he stared blankly at the "0" behind Dortmund's name. Dortmund didn't score a goal, and he didn't score a goal either…

It took him a long time before he suddenly shouted: "This is impossible!"

Zhou Yi spread his hands helplessly beside him: "How is this impossible? You're just running around blindly… Look at these game statistics, Dortmund was offside eleven times in one game, all contributed by you! You can be offside eleven times in a five-minute half, I'm really impressed… I take back what I said before about your tactical awareness and running being good…"

"No, no, it's the first time playing a mode where you only control one person, I'm a little unaccustomed to it. Sometimes when you're controlling the ball in the backcourt, I just run off-screen…" Mark explained.

"Can't you look at the mini-map? Besides, haven't you played the 'Be a Legend' mode?" Zhou Yi didn't believe Mark's explanation.

"This… I'm not used to it, not used to it…"

"Come again. Don't think it's simple. Although you're controlling it with a controller, it's actually testing your own brain, your ability to find gaps and run in the field."

Mark was silent. In the game just now, he had fully seen Zhou Yi's ability to find gaps. He would always remind himself to run up, run down… The fact proved that those places were all gaps, but sometimes he couldn't see them.

In this way, the two of them launched a vigorous "special training" with controllers and game consoles.

In the end, the two of them ended today's "special training" an hour later than their usual bedtime.

Rubbing his slightly sore thumb, Mark frowned and said: "No matter how well the game is made, it's just a game after all, it can't perfectly simulate the real situation. Will it be… unprofessional for us to use the game for special training?"

"There's no way, you've seen the specific content of this special training, it's actually just you running and me passing, but with just the two of us, without more people to cooperate, there's no way to practice. We can only simulate it in the game, anyway, it's just that kind of feeling, looking for the feeling of cooperation, you have to get used to my way of playing." Zhou Yi spread his hands.

"Yeah…" Mark nodded. "You also have to get used to my way of playing."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth, but didn't say the words out.

What he wanted to say was that he actually knew Mark's way of playing very well – ever since he came to Dortmund, he had adjusted Mark to the main lineup in FIFA Online 3 and trained with himself in his dreams every night. He was already very familiar with Mark's way of playing. The special training he came up with now was really to improve Mark's strength, so that he could keep up with his thinking.

But if he said this, it would be difficult for him to explain why to Mark.

That's the trouble with people who have secrets, there are too many things that can't be explained, can't be said.

"Okay, although I was scolded by you many times during the special training, I still thank you, Zhou Yi. You have restored some of my confidence in my future."

"Idiot, of course you can't lose to your sister." Zhou Yi said, clenching his fists. "Not only to become a qualified professional player, but also to become a big star! Let your sister change her prejudice against athletes!"

"Yes! To become a big star! To become a Dortmund legend, a famous player!" Mark also clenched his fists and shouted.