When the Chinese teenagers walked out of the locker room and onto the artificial turf field, their opponents, the youth B team of La Masia Football School, had not yet appeared.

They needed to wait for their opponents to come out.

Standing there waiting was… a bit silly.

But Zhou Yi thought it was a good opportunity, so he raised his arm and shouted, "Can everyone gather around? I have something to say."

Not only the players on the field, but even those on the sidelines noticed Zhou Yi's action.

Sun Pan, Yang Muge, and Guo Nu naturally listened to Zhou Yi. As soon as Zhou Yi spoke, they moved closer to him. With someone taking the lead, everyone else also gathered around, including He Ying.

Everyone formed a circle, with Zhou Yi in the middle.

He said to everyone, "I don't care what you guys think, but I want to win this game. I want to defeat them. I think only then will I feel like I didn't come to Europe for nothing."

"Zhou Yi is right, I also want to win against them! Who told them to look down on people!" Sun Pan snorted. "It'll be awesome to see their stunned expressions then!"

"I'm not doing it for revenge, but I want to win every game, no matter who the opponent is," Yang Muge said with a serious expression.

"M-me too!" Guo Nu's face turned red. At this time, he didn't look like a Barcelona fanboy at all.

He Ying said very simply: "I want to win."

The other players also excitedly said, "That's right, we want to win too!"

However, their purposes may not be the same. Some were looked down upon and wanted revenge because they were unhappy, while others hoped to perform well in the game, help the team win, and thus win the favor of European club scouts.

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"What are they doing?" Xu Yang on the sidelines looked at the players on the field strangely.

"Maybe it's a pre-match morale-boosting rally," Hao Dong didn't care.

It wasn't strange for the Chinese team to do something like this in their last game.

"Then why don't they shout slogans loudly?" Xu Yang still felt strange.

"They have to say a few words first, right?"

"Okay..."

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Seeing that everyone wanted to win, Zhou Yi said, "Since we have a common goal, that's good. I'm not bragging, but I do know something about this Barcelona team, so I hope everyone can listen to me during the game."

If it hadn't been for the game against Chelsea, not many teammates would have taken Zhou Yi seriously if he had said this.

But after experiencing that game, everyone was not surprised by Zhou Yi's statement. They thought it was normal, because Zhou Yi knew his opponents well. He could even know when his opponents were injured, so what was there to doubt?

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Zhou Yi nodded, "Okay, then I'll say a few words briefly. No matter what, we lost to them 0:12 the last time we played against them, so they will definitely underestimate us in this game and think they can easily defeat us. I think they won't get into the game quickly, so let's take advantage of the opportunity at the beginning of the game to give them a surprise attack."

"Also, He Ying."

When Zhou Yi began to explain the game to his teammates, he suddenly wasn't that inexperienced amateur player anymore, but suddenly became like the team's big brother, speaking calmly, full of confidence, and not hesitating at all when calling teammates' names and assigning tasks.

He Ying looked at him.

"Bartra will start this game. You're already familiar with him, but I suggest you look for another defender in this game, Muneisa. This is a center back who was transferred from the u16 team. His ability is very good, but he has a weakness – he has suffered a serious injury before, and his injury-prone physique makes him somewhat apprehensive in defense. If you can show him your determination, I think he may be afraid to exert his full strength for fear of getting injured. This is your chance."

He Ying did not question Zhou Yi's arrangement, nor did he feel that Zhou Yi had any qualifications to order him. He just nodded and agreed.

Then Zhou Yi looked at Zhang Tao: "Zhang Tao, your body is very strong and your header is also excellent, but your problem is also obvious, that is, your awareness of running position is not enough. So in this game, you have to hold off their other center back, Bartra."

"Me?" Zhang Tao pointed to himself in disbelief and asked.

He didn't take Zhou Yi's comments about his shortcomings to heart. He was more surprised that Zhou Yi would arrange for him to go head-to-head with Bartra after pointing out his shortcomings.

The last time they played against Barcelona's youth team, Bartra was the captain of the team, and he left an extremely deep impression on Zhang Tao in that game.

Bartra defended He Ying until he had no temper.

He Ying didn't score a single goal under his defense.

He Ying couldn't do anything about it, so how could he deal with him?

"Yes, you. Your body is very strong and your header is excellent, and Bartra's problem is that his body is thin and his ability to resist is not good. So you can use your advantages in body and header to suppress the opponent. Don't be afraid of him, go up to him, hold him, and take the initiative to engage in physical confrontation with him. As long as you don't admit defeat, he won't be able to hold you."

Zhang Tao was surprised to hear "he can't hold you," but at the same time, he couldn't suppress the boiling blood in his heart.

I can actually compete with the main center back of Barcelona's youth team?

Can I really do it?

He looked at Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi had already turned his head to another teammate. He seized the time and tirelessly arranged the tasks for each teammate in the game, making targeted arrangements for them. Because he knew everyone on Barcelona's youth team, his arrangements must be targeted.

Zhou Yi spoke one after another, mentioning almost everyone.

Even though everyone knew that Zhou Yi knew a lot about the youth teams of European football clubs, they were still surprised that he knew so much.

"Zhou, Zhou Yi... are you really a student?" They were so surprised that they stammered.

"Of course," Zhou Yi said.

"Then how... how do you know so much?"

"This... I'm a student, so I have more time than you to watch games and learn about things related to football. In fact, many of these players may not have been known to you before, but there are many people on the internet who specialize in studying them, so it's not a secret." Zhou Yi had already thought of this reason. "I just like to study these things when I have nothing to do."

Everyone accepted his explanation.

After explaining, Zhou Yi asked, "Are there any other questions?"

Everyone shook their heads, and no one spoke. Even Sun Pan, who was usually the most active, seemed to be frightened by the serious Zhou Yi.

"Okay, then let's prepare for the game. Our opponents are here."

Only then did everyone realize that at some point, outside their circle, in the opponent's half, the youth B team of La Masia had arrived.

"It seems like we made them wait for a while..." someone said.

"Isn't that just right?" Zhou Yi smiled.

Hearing Zhou Yi say this, everyone laughed along. Before, the opponents made them wait, but now they made the opponents wait, so both sides were even.

"Should we shout something?" someone asked.

Everyone also realized that they always had to shout something at the end of this kind of circle.

"Let's shout 'Victory is Certain'," Zhou Yi said.

'Victory is Certain' was a very bold slogan, but since Zhou Yi proposed it, no one objected.

"Okay!" They all nodded in agreement.

"Then let's do it." Zhou Yi stretched his hand into the circle, and his teammates put their hands on top of his.

When He Ying put his hand on top, Zhou Yi said, "One, two, three—"

"Victory is Certain—!!!"

The Chinese teenagers let out a unified roar.

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After the players of the La Masia youth B team came to the field, they saw the Chinese teenagers forming a circle and saying something.

They were no strangers to such scenes. It was nothing more than the team using this method to boost their morale before the game, and it wouldn't take long, so they just waited.

Who knew that after these Chinese teenagers formed a circle, they didn't make a sound for a long time, and they were left on the field.

After waiting for about a minute, just when they were about to become impatient and the referee walked up to intervene, the group of Chinese teenagers suddenly let out a shout.

They couldn't understand it, but the momentum and sound startled them.

Also startled were the Chinese coaches on the sidelines.

"What?" Xu Yang turned his head and looked at the scattered teenagers in surprise. "Did you hear what they shouted just now?"

"It seems like... 'Victory is Certain'?" Hao Dong was also very surprised.

"This slogan... isn't it wrong?"

"They're just shouting it casually..." Hao Dong didn't understand either, and just said casually.

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After shouting the slogan, the Chinese teenagers dispersed and came to their respective positions. The captain, He Ying, went to flip the coin with Bartra, the captain of the Barcelona youth team.

Looking up at this "old opponent," He Ying thought of everything they had experienced in the past two months.

They had suffered a crushing defeat with no resistance, but they also had moments of unity and victory.

Will these failures and experiences now turn into strength and help them win against this most difficult opponent?

The face of Zhou Yi appeared in his mind. He said to himself, "I dreamed that you scored a goal," he said, "Anyway, I want to win this game," and he looked exhausted and was carried back to the room by Sun Pan – after jogging with Zhou Yi in the morning, he realized that Zhou Yi was carried back every night because he was doing special physical training.

Thinking of these scenes, He Ying suddenly had confidence, and the doubts in his heart disappeared.

He shook Bartra's outstretched hand and said in Catalan: "Hello."

The other party was a little surprised. The last time they played, this person didn't even open his mouth.

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