Blue Prison: I walk into the world as the devil

While they were discussing.

In the V team's lounge.

"Hey, Nagi, what do you think of Team Z?" Ling Wang asked, sitting next to Nagi Seishirou.

Nagi was lying on a chair playing a game. "It seems there's a very strong person. His aura is very similar to a team we played against before. I think he's called here..."

“I’m too lazy to think about it…”

Prince Ling looked helpless, "Is it that Ma Lang?"

Hearing this, Nagi Seishiro nodded, "It seems to be him. The aura of that person is very similar to his, but I'm not sure if he is good at playing football."

"But it doesn't matter. We just need to kick them to pieces."

As he spoke, Nagi Seishirou suddenly stopped the game in his hand and stared at Ling Wang, "Ling, are you excited or scared?"

Ling Wang grinned, "I was just thinking about how to crush this team that is similar to ours."

At this time, Jiancheng Zhantetsu asked, "Hey, don't you two want to watch the video of this team?"

"It's too troublesome. I don't want to watch it." Nagi Makoto looked tired. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to fall asleep immediately.

On the other hand, Prince Ling chuckled softly and said, "He doesn't need these things."

........

During the training, people sometimes couldn't help but look at the figure running on the treadmill.

"How much physical strength do you have, man?"

"Are you going to let us live?" the little monk complained.

Although they were the same age, Ye Liangqiu was able to outrun both of them on the treadmill, which made his remaining confidence disappear bit by bit.

Even Qian Qi felt a little helpless. He couldn't beat Ye Liang Qiu in terms of physical strength, and he had no confidence that he could outrun this guy in terms of speed.

Ye Liangqiu wiped the sweat off his face and said, "What's so surprising about this?"

"The most important thing for a player is physical strength. On the court, your physical strength determines whether you have more scoring opportunities in the second half."

"Also, you don't seem to understand one thing. Just because you beat players your age here doesn't mean you can beat those players who have been fighting on the court for years. Those players go through this kind of training every day."

"With your current physical condition, I won't say much, but it's almost impossible for you to step into a competition like that."

Hearing this, the little monk's fighting spirit was ignited once again, "I want to be the best man in the world!"

Qianqi also drank some water and stood on the treadmill again.

Finally, after a while, they could be seen collapsing on the ground, exhausted.

"What's happening to them?" Feng Le asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Ye Liangqiu smiled and asked, "Someone wants to be my man?"

"Ah?"!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノbee music.

Until the evening, Feng Le exaggerated something and everyone in the lounge looked at Ye Liangqiu with something strange in their eyes.

Ye Liangqiu raised his eyebrows and grabbed Feng Le. "What did you say again?"

Feng Le stuck out her tongue and said, "I'm helping you find a man."

The next second, Feng Le's screams were heard.

The entire lounge was silent.

After the farce was over, everyone sat together and began to discuss tomorrow's tactics.

Jiuyuan Shizuo touched his chin and thought, "With the four core lineup unchanged, what we need to do is to limit the opponent's goals as much as possible."

"So my idea is that in tomorrow's game, if we want to maximize the value of our weapons, then we should aim for a substitution every ten minutes. A fast pace might be easier to handle."

Jie Shi raised his hand and said, "But if that's the case, there are also disadvantages, right?"

"Disadvantages?" Yawan tilted his head, somewhat confused.

At this moment, the screen lit up again, and Huixin's expression seemed to be a little teasing, "It seems that someone in your team has discovered this problem..."

"Very good, very good. All the football I played these days was not in vain."

Everyone looked at him, somewhat confused.

Huixin Shinpachi took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Perhaps you haven't noticed yet?"

"You scored too many goals by chance, goals that can't be replicated. But I usually call the goals that can't be replicated on the court lucky goals."

Lei Shi was immediately furious. "Huh? You said our goal was a lucky one? Didn't you watch the video?"

After all, the goal they scored with great effort was actually devalued as a lucky goal.

Isn't this blatant slander?

"Isn't it?" Huixin Jinpachi put down his coffee. "Any way to score a goal has a process, a ball that can't be replicated. Can you kick another one on the field?"

"You can kick the same ball, I admit I was wrong, but it is obvious that most of your goals are short-lived goals."

"And on the pitch, scoring goals is the only way to score."

"Do you have to rely on luck when playing football?"

"Of course, I'm not talking about you, Ye Liangqiu. In my eyes, you should be considered the one who uses the most scoring methods on Team Z. I won't call the goals scored by your own strength luck, because you can kick a second one of these goals."

Everyone remained silent and continued to listen to Huixin's explanation. After all, every time this guy appeared on the screen, he would tell them some information that they could not get on the court.

This is for those of them who have just destroyed themselves and reorganized themselves.

It's like good medicine.

Hui Xin smiled slightly, "It seems that after a few games, you have learned to respect each other. I will not waste any more words. What you need now is to create a formula for scoring goals."

"Analyze your own weapons and see how they can be used on the field to score goals."

"That's what you should understand now."

"If we continue to live by chance, it won't work. Only by successfully creating goals that can be replicated will we have a chance to stay in BLUE LOCK."

"Well, good luck to you all."

With the screen turned off.

Everyone sat on the ground, thinking about what had just been said.

Jie Shiyi looked at Ye Liangqiu and knew that this guy must know something.

Seeing Jie Shiyi who was like a curious baby, Ye Liangqiu felt helpless. "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious."

"I'll tell you how this goal was scored."

"Le, go get me a glass of water first."

Feng Le covered his aching head with his hands, feeling a little aggrieved.

Jie Shiyi asked, "The way to score a goal, I actually understand the specific meaning."

"I just don't understand. If I rely on my own ability to score a goal on the field, doesn't that count as using the goal-scoring method?"