King Bayern

When Chen Mu heard that there was still a lottery draw, it was as if Chen Mu had discovered a new continent, but soon Chen Mu fell into a low ebb again.

The probability of winning in this lottery is very low, only about 10, and what is even more deceitful is that the winning things may not be usable by themselves.

But something is better than nothing.

"Okay, I will draw a lottery, what do I need to do?"

"One gold coin for one draw."

Chen Mu almost swears, "Don't I have no money?"

At this time, the system said: "However, after the system is bound, there will be a chance for a free lottery draw."

Chen Mu was completely speechless, "Forget it, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If it doesn't work, let's go back to China and start a football training class."

"Okay, let's draw a lottery."

As a virtual turntable turned, Chen Mu stared at the turntable until it stopped slowly, and the virtual pointer pointed to the healing potion.

"Congratulations to your master, you have drawn the healing potion. This potion can help you restore your body to 60% before the injury, but the duration is only half an hour. Do you want to use it?"

60?

Chen Mu chuckled in his heart, not to mention recovering to 60, even if it was 50, he could abuse the weak chickens in front of him. After all, these guys are at the level of the second division.

"Of course, use it for me."

At this moment, the system suddenly had a blue screen, followed by garbled characters. Chen Mu panicked, "Mu Le, what's wrong with you?"

"There is a small problem with the system and needs to be restarted."

"Nima's!"

Chen Mu knew that this was a cheating system, "You don't think I want to renege on the prize after I get the prize, do you?"

The system is restarting, but there is no waiting for anyone on the training field. At this time, players from the second team also came to watch. Everyone wants to see how the newcomer is doing.

"Chen Mu, are you ready?" Hasler asked.

Chen Mu could only bite the bullet and nod.

At the beginning of the training, Laut kicked the ball and passed it. The ball was powerful and fast. Obviously, Laut did it on purpose to make Chen Mu look like a fool.

Under normal circumstances, you will get used to it at the beginning of training, but Lauter obviously doesn't intend to give Chen Mu any chance to breathe.

Faced with the urgent and quick pass, Chen Mu chased for a few steps, but then a scene that shocked everyone happened. After chasing for a few steps, Chen Mu's soles went limp, and he fell forward on the lawn.

With a bang, there was a burst of laughter from the sidelines.

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, I'm still here for a trial training just like that."

"This should go to elementary school for trial training."

"If you can even run down, you should play disabled football."

A sound of sarcastic remarks reached Chen Mu's ears, like slaps in the face. Lauter's pass was indeed too fast, and he gave a lot of lead. Yes, but now I feel like I can't get out.

Hasler's face was livid. He has experienced a long career. Now that he is a coach, he also knows the pain of injuries. One point, Chen hasn't played in two years."

Lauter nodded, but there are many ways for professional players to play tricks. Even if the passing speed is slower, Lauter can add a little spin when passing the ball to make the ball spin on the lawn.

Everything recovers and starts over, the second time.

This time it was Lao Te who fed the ball to Chen Mu. The passing speed was much slower than last time, but a strong rotation was added. Seeing that the ball was getting farther and farther away from his running route, Chen Mu was adjusting his steps. Staggered again, and fell on the lawn for the second time.

This time no one laughed, but turned to sympathy, like seeing a disabled person struggling.

"Forget it, let's do something else."

"Yeah, I really can't play football anymore."

"Yes, since you like Bayern, you can go to the Bayern fan shop to sell souvenirs."

The players from the second team who had been onlookers also dispersed, feeling that this kind of training was meaningless, and Lehmann, Schaefer, Meyer, and Lenz who accompanied the training came over one after another.

Schaefer stretched out his hand to pull Chen Mu up, "Forget it, you can't even catch the ball, it's meaningless."

Chen Mu propped his hands on the ground, facing the lawn, without saying a word, at this moment, a familiar voice came from his mind.

"Master, the system has restarted, do you want to use the healing potion?"

"want!"

I just felt like my whole body was getting an electric shock, and then the system said again: "Okay, master, you have recovered to 60 before the injury, please look at the countdown in the upper right corner of the system."

Chen Mu looked at the countdown, "Is that all right?"

The system has been implanted into Chen Mu's mind, so the system knows what Chen Mu thinks immediately, "You can try it if you don't believe me."

Chen Mu didn't take Schaefer's extended hand, but stood up by himself, turned and walked towards Hasler.

"Chen, I'm sorry."

Unexpectedly, Chen Mu said to Hasler: "Give me one last chance, if it doesn't work, my cousin and I will leave immediately."

Guan Xiaobai was about to cry. His cousin used to run like the wind on the court, but now he can't even catch the ball.

"Forget it, Chen Mu, let's go home and become a manager with my cousin in the future."

Chen Mu smiled slightly, and said to Hasler, "Give me another chance, it won't waste too much time."

Hassler nodded, thinking to himself: "A person who has been away from the game for a long time needs a certain amount of time to adapt, but this is a professional team. It is impossible to give Chen Mu a year or so to adapt. Professional football is cruel."

"Okay, one last time."

Hasler yelled at the training ground: "One last time."

The people on the training ground are very disdainful, everyone is a professional player, and it can be seen at a glance that this level is just like that for another 100 times. Is it necessary?

Lauter came over and said in a low voice and slightly mockingly: "Actually, you should really stay at Bayern, this place is really not suitable for you."

Chen Mu also smiled and said, "Can I ask you something?"

Lauter thought to himself: "This guy is probably asking himself to release water on purpose?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to release water. It's useless even if you kneel down and beg me. I'm a professional player."

Unexpectedly, Chen Mu smiled and said: "No, on the contrary, I hope you will show 100% of your strength when passing the ball later. After all, I don't know what level a Bundesliga striker is?"

As soon as these words came out, Lauter’s face darkened. Playing football in Germany, it is easy to make a living, but it is difficult to mix in the middle and upper reaches of the Bundesliga. This is Lauter’s long-standing pain point.

"You people from Bayern really have cheap mouths."

Chen Mu knew that the other party was angry, and this was Chen Mu's purpose, so he secretly made a gesture to shut up.

"Be serious, let me see the level of Bundesliga strikers."