Awakening the Messi template, Florentino Pérez begs me to join Real Madrid

CQ City, Yanghe Stadium, Evergrande plays Chongqing away.

Forty minutes into the game, the score was still 0-0.

Chongqing played a solid defense, and Evergrande struggled to break through in the first half.

In the 44th minute, Wu Shi received the ball on the left wing and glanced at the penalty area.

There were too many people, and there was no angle to shoot.

Noticing that Muriqui had created an opening with his lateral run and start, Wu Shi understood immediately and made a through pass.

Single-handed.

Muriqui slotted home. 1-0.

"Great pass!" Muriqui ran back and gave Wu Shi a high five.

In the 67th minute of the second half, Wu Shi was substituted off to get some rest, as he has a quarter-final match in the AFC Champions League next week.

Lippi has been playing a very pragmatic game recently, with the principle of winning three points while giving the team's key players a rest.

The final score remained 1-0 until the end of the match, and Wu Shi's assist count increased by 1.

On the way back to the locker room, Zheng Zhi patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're in good shape."

Wu Shi nodded without saying anything more.

He seemed a little distracted.

He was checking the system upgrade completion time; the countdown was 3 hours and 28 minutes.

Sometimes people are quite perverse; if the system doesn't increase their intensity for three days, they start to crave the system's severe "whipping".

Back in the apartment, I had just closed the door.

System upgrade countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7....0

carry out.

Wu Shi couldn't wait to bring up the system.

A few seconds later, the system interface popped up in front of you.

The art style has changed.

The interface has changed. It's cleaner, and the information is arranged more logically.

But none of that is the point!!!

The point is!

The most noticeable thing is the top right corner—there's an extra person.

He had long brown hair, wore a training uniform, and floated there with his arms crossed. His eyes, like his voice, carried that familiar look of disdain.

"What are you spacing out for?" The voice rang directly in my mind, synchronized with the image's lip movements. "Haven't scolded you in three days, and you don't even recognize the interface anymore?"

Wu Shi composed himself: "You... you're starting to look presentable?"

"What else can we do? Just keep acting as a ghost behind someone's back?"

"Also, my name is 'Silver.' Let me check your stats. Have you been slacking off lately?"

"The integration level has increased to 8.30%, which is barely watchable. Read the update notes yourself and stop asking nonsense."

[Dynamic Defense Pressure Simulation Chamber]

Description: You'll be thrown in to face off against 1 to 3 virtual defenders. They'll learn your habits and target you specifically. The intensity is adjustable.

Warning: Play for a maximum of 90 minutes per day. Exceeding this time will give you a headache. I can cut you off anytime.

[Visual Assistance Upgrade]

Description:

I ("Yin") have a good image now, so it's even more fun to scold you.

In addition, when you are concentrating, I can punctuate key information for you—but it will only flash by, and if you can't catch it, it's because you're not good at it.

After reading it, Wu Shi said directly:

"Open the simulator. One defender, normal intensity."

"Silver" raised an eyebrow: "One? Okay, beginner's tutorial."

Scene switching.

A pristine white training field. A burly defender stands five meters away.

"Silver" floated on the sidelines, sitting on a hover chair with his legs crossed: "Objective: Get past him, shoot. Begin."

Wu Shi received the ball and immediately changed direction and accelerated.

The defender moved to the side, closing in. Bang! Wu Shi was knocked aside, and the ball was lost.

"Too slow." Silver's voice was chilling. "Your shoulder movement was so obvious, even a blind man could see you were going to move to the right. Try again."

The second time, Wu Shi rode a bicycle.

Stepping on the third ball, the defender kicked it away.

"Fancy and overly elaborate." Silver shook his head. "The more unnecessary movements, the more openings you create. Efficiency is key, not circus acts."

Wu Shi is on fire. The third time, he lowered his shoulder, flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot, and tried to force his way through.

The defender seemed to have anticipated his move, positioning himself in advance and slamming into him.

Bang! Wu Shi was thrown back and landed hard on his backside.

"Stupid!" Silver's voice rose. "In your last ten games, you've used the outside of your foot to break through thirty-seven times! Defenders can figure out how you play just by watching three of your game tapes! Your 'signature move' is just an instruction manual in the eyes of a knowledgeable opponent!"

Wu Shi, panting heavily, pushed himself up by his knees. He'd been seen through. Completely seen through.

"You disagree?" "Silver" floated in front of him. "Then use your brain! Use something else! From now on, you must handle the ball with your left foot at least 50% of the time! Begin!"

Purgatory has begun.

He controlled the ball, passed it, and shot with his unfamiliar left foot. The defenders' defense was impenetrable, and their physical duels became increasingly fierce. Wu Shi was constantly knocked down and lost possession repeatedly.

"Did you learn your left foot's precision from the old lady next door?"

"His turning speed is like a sloth's!"

"An empty seat! Look at an empty seat! How stupid!"

The mockery never stopped.

But amidst the mockery, a very brief hint would occasionally flash by:

My right shoulder feels heavy.

"Look to the left rear."

"His knee when he shoots."

It's not an answer, it's a clue.

Wu Shi was knocked over again. He lay sprawled on the ground, his mind racing: Was his right shoulder heavy? Was the feint too obvious? Behind him on the left? Was there backup over there?

He got up, and his eyes changed.

Stop rushing and start observing the defender's habits. Try simpler approaches and more sudden changes of direction.

Although it's still difficult and there are still mistakes, occasionally there's a success—a clean break-through, a good pass.

After an unknown amount of time, "Silver" called a halt: "Forced interruption. Your mental capacity has reached its limit. This training session lasted 42 minutes, effective time... tsk, let's not talk about it."

The scene faded. Wu Shi returned to the living room, drenched in cold sweat, his temples throbbing.

Mental exhaustion is worse than playing the entire game.

The interface was still there, and "Silver" looked at him with his arms crossed.

"Remember this feeling," she said, her tone less sarcastic and more serious. "Being studied, targeted, and suffocated—that's the norm in Europe. From the youth teams to the first team, it's all this kind of defense, even more ruthless."

She touched her temple and then pointed to the location of Wu Shi's heart.

"The simulator is a tool to give you a taste of hell beforehand. But if you really want to walk in hell, or even trample hell under your feet—"

"—Relying on this place to stay constantly alert, and on this fire that never goes out."

Wu Shi slumped on the sofa, his chest heaving.

I was tired, but those words ignited a fire within me that burned even brighter.

He witnessed a higher level of defense.

I saw the vulnerability that came from the breaking of my habits.

I also saw... the direction of the future.

"I understand," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Hmph." "Silver" snorted softly, its image fading, shrinking into a small silver symbol, hovering in the lower right corner of his field of vision.

It's quiet now.

Wu Shi sat up and looked out the window.

The night in Guangzhou is brightly lit.

The AFC Champions League quarterfinals are just around the corner.

He had just crawled out of a more real "purgatory".

A lot of pressure.

(System logs, unpublished portion:)

Observation Record: The host completed key league statistics (1 goal and 2 assists) without assistance, and the decision-making efficiency improved by 7% compared to the previous statistic. The host maintained a stable mentality and did not relax due to the early victory.

Note: Acceptable. However, the left foot usage rate is still below 28%, requiring increased pressurization in the simulator.

Additional note: ...barely so, not embarrassing at all.