Soccer: If they're using these kinds of cheats, what's the point of training?

Even so, after hurling a tirade, Zhang Kuang still had to add points; he needed to add those 109 points. He decided to add points to [Positioning]. After repeatedly confirming, he added points to 7 out of the 8 sub-categories within [Positioning], leaving only [Unconventional Shooting] untouched.

Because this "unconventional shot" refers to some amazing shots, such as backheel shots or shots with unusual postures, this skill is not something he urgently needs right now.

Therefore, he gained 20 points in Offensive Awareness, reaching 70 points, and 16 points in Reaction, reaching 76 points... In the end, he added all 109 health points, leaving none behind.

After the addition, his overall [positioning] score reached 69.63 points, and his four forward scores reached 70 points for [shooting], 69.63 for [positioning], 79.5 for [heading], and 99.38 for [physical], for a total forward score of 79.63 points.

Huh, how come it's so high? Almost 80 points? Where did it get stronger? Zhang Kuang checked it again carefully.

It turns out that his [heading] skill improved. He used to only have 54 points in [heading], but after taking the Dragon Tiger Pill, his physical attributes improved, which caused the values ​​of the sub-categories [Aerial Contest] and [Aerial Duel] in [heading] to both reach 100 points. This caused his overall [heading] score to soar to 79.5 points.

Wow, this is good, this is good, it's almost 80 points, Mbappe at 18 years old only got a little over 80 points, I think I saw it was 83 points somewhere.

Unexpectedly, after receiving a newbie gift pack and engaging in dual cultivation for the first time, his stats improved to the point where he was approaching the abilities of 18-year-old Mbappe.

His stats don't just put him in the role of a substitute striker in Ligue 1; they put him in the role of a starting striker. And not just a starting striker for a mid-to-lower-tier team, but a starting striker for a team vying for Champions League qualification.

Once you reach 75 points, you'll be a key striker for a team in the top five European leagues vying for Champions League qualification. Wouldn't that make you a star?

Therefore, he no longer needs to try out for any French second division; he can start directly in French first division. Tsk tsk, although he complains about the devaluation of Qi and Blood Points, he is still happy when his strength actually increases.

He looked at the Ballon d'Or-level players, and their average scores in 11 skills, including shooting and positioning, were all above 90. Some players had particularly weak skills. For example, Cristiano Ronaldo only had a low score of 42 in defense, but his other skills were between 85 and 95. Skills with scores around 90 accounted for three-quarters of his total.

Sigh, he has a long way to go to grow into a man like Cristiano Ronaldo; he needs so much energy and vitality. How many girls will he need?

Thinking about this, where are the girls tonight?

No, I need to get these girls' phone numbers and leave them my contact information. If that doesn't work, I'll continue tonight.

Aisha came out carrying a tray, wearing only his shirt—no, his T-shirt, which had somehow ended up on her.

"Awake?" She placed a tray on the bedside table with coffee, orange juice, and a few croissants. "They're going to sleep a little longer; you kept them up quite a bit last night."

Zhang Kuang sat up, took the coffee, took a sip, and looked at her: "And you?"

"Me?" Aisha smiled, a smile tinged with an indescribable satisfaction. "I'm fine. Very fine. So fine that... I'm wondering, who exactly are you?"

"Ordinary people".

"An ordinary person?" She raised an eyebrow. "An ordinary person fighting three people, and for three hours straight without stopping? An ordinary person who can make someone like Lina, who's seen top-tier bodyguards, say you're 'abnormal'?"

Zhang Kuang was silent for two seconds, then laughed: "Okay, I'm not quite normal, I admit it, I'm a pervert."

"That's more like it." Aisha sat down beside him, leaning on his shoulder. "Arrogant, you said you're a player and want a trial. Which club?"

"It's not decided yet. I'll talk to the agency later to see which club I should try out for."

"Hmm..." She thought for a moment, "If you need any help, just let me know. I have some connections in Paris."

Zhang Kuang glanced at her, wanting to say "no need," but swallowed the words back.

It wasn't because he wanted to rely on women, but because he suddenly realized that in this unfamiliar country, having more connections meant having more options.

"Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome." Aisha looked up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. "After all, you did so well last night, I should give you a little tip."

"A tip?" Zhang laughed wildly. "You're too stingy. Let's exchange phone numbers and continue tonight. Also, don't push yourself too hard. You need to catch up on your sleep or take some supplements later. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it tonight."

"Oh?" Aisha's eyes lit up. "Sure, let's continue tonight."

As she spoke, she picked up a pen and wrote down a string of phone numbers.

"Of course, if you can't handle it, you can ask for help, but I won't accept more than that. For now, I'll only challenge three people a night."

---

After saving the phone number, Zhang Kuang saw an unread message on his screen, sent last night by the agency he was to meet today:

Mr. Zhang Kuang, please bring your personal documents to our company for an interview tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM. Address: ...

After reading the message, he put his phone in his pocket and bent down to pick up his clothes from the ground.

"Are you leaving?" Aisha asked.

"Okay." He said while getting dressed, "Go back and prepare. I'm going to meet with the agency, and then there will probably be tryouts."

"Where do you live?"

"A small hotel, not far from here."

"Move in here," Aisha said casually. "There are plenty of rooms; you can stay wherever you like."

Zhang Kuang paused in his frantic buttoning, then looked up at her.

"It's free," she added. "Consider it... an upgraded tip from last night."

Zhang laughed wildly: "You'll regret it, because you'll be ecstatic every night."

"That's wonderful!" Aisha laughed. "This is the kind of hedonistic life I've always longed for."

Zhang Kuang thought about it and realized she made sense—he didn't have much money right now, and although hotels were cheap, they still cost money. Staying here would save him some, and besides…

He glanced at Lina and Matilda, who were still curled up in bed sleeping, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Moreover, dual cultivation is also convenient.

"Okay," he said. "Then I'll move in this afternoon."

Aisha gave him a set of keys, and after taking them, he gave Aisha a passionate kiss and left.

When he came out of the apartment—he had used a cleansing technique and felt refreshed.

---

Of course, before going to Sport Cover agency, he had to change his outfit. His current outfit wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either.

Anyway, I got more than two thousand euros from a few petty thieves last night. I went to a clothing store, picked out a well-fitting suit, a pair of white leather shoes, and bought a bag.

He immediately took a taxi to Sport Cover's agency, where the receptionist's eyes lit up the moment she saw Zhang Kuang.

After all, he's more handsome than Kaka, tall and has a great physique, excellent temperament, and such high charm. Most girls would... well, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say they couldn't control themselves when they saw Zhang Yang now, but they would still feel a longing and have fantasies.

It's like asking a young girl if she would have fantasies about Kaka when he was 20; most of them would.

"Sir, who are you looking for?" the receptionist asked.

"Can I ask you out?" Zhang Kuang teased.

"Oh, you must be joking. But, leaving your phone number might..."

"Haha, no, I'm here to see Jonathan LeBron."

"Oh, you're that Chinese striker who wants to try out for the team?"

"That's right, it's me."

"Okay, then follow me." The receptionist was a little disappointed.

……

Zhang Kuang met Jonathan LeBlanc, a balding French man in his early forties. LeBlanc's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Kuang.

"Wow, you have the aura of a top football star. You're on par with Beckham, Kaka, and Ronaldo. But how's your technique?"

Arrogant: "Why don't we just test it out on the field and see? Anyway, there's no problem with Ligue 1 teams."

"Oh? You're quite confident. Okay, if you pass the test, we won't charge you a trial fee. Instead, we can sign a large brokerage contract with you."

"Nothing is impossible if the conditions are right. If it's not feasible, then your conditions don't meet my requirements, and I'd rather pay the agency fee."

"Haha, okay, okay, okay, I like it this way. Let's go test it out."

Jonathan walked out of the company with arrogance, got into his car, and about half an hour later arrived at a football training field with a dedicated coach, which Jonathan had arranged before leaving.

He did this to test Zhang Kuang. If it weren't for Zhang Kuang's image, his confidence in being a key player in Ligue 1, and the 1.4 billion market behind him, he really wouldn't have wasted this time.