Football: Starting with the Crescent Moon Slash

The next day, in front of Emily's apartment.

Ding dong~ Ding dong~ Ding dong~

Jiang Yan rang the doorbell three times in a row, but the house remained silent and there was no response.

Seeing that there was still no response.

"Is she not home?" Jiang Yan scratched his head and muttered to himself, "I was thinking of asking her about Isabella... Looks like I'll have to go myself."

After Jiang Yan left,

A fair and pretty face appeared at the apartment window; it was Emily, who was hiding at home.

After watching Jiang Yan walk away, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped weakly by the window, looking utterly dejected.

"We absolutely cannot... let this affect him anymore, Emily, you need to wake up!"

The matter mentioned in the previous report naturally concerned her greatly.

……

Isabella's studio is located in...

Following the address sent by Emily, Jiang Yan found an apartment.

Isabella's studio is tucked away in a quiet apartment building in the old town. There is no conspicuous sign, only a wooden doorplate with a lightly engraved artistic name.

"This place is so dilapidated, it looks more like a hermit's retreat..."

dong dong dong...

Jiang Yan raised his hand and knocked on the somewhat old wooden door.

A slightly languid female voice came from behind the door:

Who is it?

Jiang Yan was about to announce his number when he realized that if he suddenly appeared here, his neighbors might notice him, or it might cause a stir like last time and affect the team's reputation.

Therefore, he did not reveal his name.

He lowered his voice and said, "I'm Emily's friend! She sent me to find you!"

Immediately, a series of smashing and banging sounds came from inside the door, as if someone was frantically searching for something.

After a moment, the area inside the door finally quieted down.

Immediately afterward, a "click" sound was heard.

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was wearing a loose, even revealing, white shirt, exposing a large expanse of white skin at the chest. Upon closer inspection, it was even discovered that two of the buttons were fastened incorrectly.

Her lower body was clad in a black mini skirt and black stockings, with a pair of mouse-gray slippers.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her face added a touch of lazy yet alluring charm.

Isabella held onto the door with one hand, leaning against the other side of the door frame, a hint of wariness in her eyes.

"She was introduced by Emily? Where is she?"

Jiang Yan shook his head.

I haven't seen her much lately.

After looking Jiang Yan up and down, Isabella seemed to realize something, and then suddenly exclaimed:

"So it was you!"

Without saying a word, she pulled him into the house.

He swept his hand across the table, then pulled up a chair, gesturing for Jiang Yan to sit down, before getting up and going to another room.

Jiang Yan took the opportunity to glance around Isabella's studio, which was fairly clean, a far cry from the tactical boards flying everywhere he had imagined.

"I didn't expect it to be you, the famous Jiang Yan. He was rumored to be having an affair with Emily not long ago. So it was true."

"Stop teasing me, Miss Isabella. Miss Emily and I are just friends right now."

"I see, I see!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Isabella took two bottles of orange juice from the refrigerator and placed them in front of Jiang Yan, then took out her laptop from her briefcase.

"Although Emily didn't tell me much about you, I watched every single one of your matches."

As they were talking, Isabella took out a video recording of a match from her computer and started playing it.

"Your free kicks are indeed impressive, but what interests me more is your godlike perspective."

The video playing on the computer was Jiang Yan's first Champions League match, against Shakhtar Donetsk.

"You seem to always be able to pass the ball just as the opponents are about to close in, and you almost never look around... as if you know their positions in advance."

After hearing Isabella's words, Jiang Yan clenched his fists.

Emily became Real Madrid's presidential physician at such a young age, and her friend is no ordinary person either; he has an incredibly sharp eye for talent.

They even discovered his "God's-eye view".

Seeing that Jiang Yan didn't respond for a long time, Isabella quickly softened her tone and said:

"I didn't mean to offend you. Emily must have encountered a bottleneck when she asked you to come to me, right?"

Jiang Yan nodded. "Since she found out, we have to come up with a reasonable explanation." Thinking of this, he slowly said, "Ever since the match against Barcelona, ​​I feel like I can see further. This must be what they call the God's perspective."

"I see. Now tell me your question."

Jiang Yan blinked. He had just nodded in agreement with Isabella's words. For him, a "skill-based player," there didn't seem to be any bottleneck.

After hesitating for a moment, he tentatively began to speak:

"Actually... I don't know what's wrong with me."

Upon hearing this, Isabella paused for half a second, then seemed to be searching for something on the computer.

"In short, you should give this a try. As a midfielder... the results should be pretty good."

Isabella handed Jiang Yan paper and pen, then played a video.

"A year ago, Japanese scientists conducted a football training experiment called the 'Xavi Experiment'."

Harvey's experiment.

In 2014, Japanese scientists conducted tests to examine the brain activity of players while they were controlling the ball.

The specific steps are: use an action camera to make a 5-second circular observation, and draw the positions of the players on a piece of white paper as much as possible.

It puts a great strain on the players' spatial awareness and information processing abilities.

"Ready? Let's begin!"

Isabella clicked to start playing the video.

A video recording begins to play.

The moment the video screen lights up, the [God's View] skill is automatically triggered.

In less than three seconds, the positions, running directions, and even the orientations of all the players on the field were clearly imprinted in his mind.

……

"Incredible... Absolutely unbelievable! We should really crack your head open and see what's inside!"

Jiang Yan accurately marked the positions of all 20 players on the field, even their body orientation, without the slightest error!

"This is even better than Harvey!"

(Note: Harvey has 16)

"I never imagined that this God's-eye view would keep the images in my mind for so long."

Isabella put the drawing paper aside, picked up her orange juice and took a sip, her expression suddenly becoming serious and focused.

"I understand your question."

"What?"

The problem with Jiang Yan can be found with just one Harvey experiment.

Jiang Yan sighed inwardly, "This woman is indeed extraordinary."

Isabella raised her eyes, her gaze resolute, and said, word by word:

"Why don't you use your 'God's-eye view' in defense?"