Football: Don’t talk about feelings, I’m just an AI

Chapter 9 Goose legs are not big and create myths

"Easily hang up, complete it automatically with one click, free your feet, and bring a relaxing and happy court experience to the host! Shooting training has officially begun."

Xia Qi's temperament suddenly changed!
  There is a bit more sharpness between the eyebrows,
  There is a bit more confidence in his movements.

Pat Rice has been coaching for many years and has seen a lot of all kinds of players. When he saw Xia Qi, the answer was written on his face.

It suddenly dawned on him that Xia Qi was "raising fish" during the training just now.

Brainstorming is the scariest thing!
  Pat Rice thought Xia Qi had left something to be desired during his training session.

This is unacceptable to Pat Rice.

The purpose of training is to squeeze out the potential of players, thereby gradually improving their abilities.

This is Pat Rice's training philosophy, which is why he got the nickname "Ghost Sees Worry."

【Fish in my training class,

Meet my wrath, boy! 】

Pat Rice was so filled with hatred that he skipped the counting and pressed the start button as quickly as possible.

I originally thought that Xia Qi would suffer a heavy loss, but like Arshavin, he would not make the first thrust in place.

Who knows…

When tapping the keys,
  Xia Qi was shocked: Santa Claus is so cunning and shameless. He is so petty. It was a pleasure to contradict him. But afterwards, I was put on the death list in the crematorium.

Although his head was wandering, it did not affect the speed of his feet at all.

In fact, it has no effect, he is not him at this time!
  When the yellow light comes on, people are arriving.

"What a quick response!" Arshavin exclaimed.

"Shet! 1.81 seconds! This guy is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger."

"What!" Arshavin exclaimed: "Is it 10 meters? Bolt's 10-meter sprint speed is only 1.65 seconds."

"Are you questioning my expertise? Or are you questioning this equipment? Besides, this speed is not the same. The Bell at White Hart Lane is at this speed."

One sprint, one turn back,
  Can't see anything,
  But after a few times,

Not to mention Pat Rice, even Arshavin could see clearly. It turned out that Xia Qi had really held back at first. No wonder he had the confidence.

"Boss, Xia Qi has hidden his strength."

"To shut up!"

"I am not blind."

Seeing Pat Rice's tendency to explode, Arshavin took a step back to put some distance between him and him.

I feel quite aggrieved: Xia Qi dug the hole, why are you burying me? However, I am so excited and want to see ghosts running around naked. What should I do? Hey, I just wanted to correct it when I made the bet.

On the training ground, Xia Qi's figure was like a ghost. Every time the yellow light came on, people would arrive. Even without looking at the timer, you could tell that his speed was much faster than before.

Shooting is even more impressive,
  He kept shooting the ball every time,
  One foot and one green lamppost.

Four shots in 10 minutes, no mistakes at all.

"Xie Te, this kid not only hides his strength, but also hides it so deeply, bastard! Bullshit!..."

"I heard that Chinese people are quite humble."

"Don't explain to that kid. It's unforgivable not to use your full strength in training."

conscience of heaven and earth,

Xia Qi tried his best during both training sessions.

It’s just that the first time it was him, and the second time it was him too!

Despite Pat Rice's stubborn words, he was actually not very angry in his heart.

Influenced by Wenger, everyone in the professorial department likes little lolita, especially the "genius" type.

Pat Rice thinks 18-year-old Ronaldo is not that good
  Now he no longer cares about winning or losing the bet, he just wants to know how much strength Xia Qi hides.

Eh,
  Socially anxious children are so scary!

Oh!
  Do not!
  It's cute!
  Pat Rice and Wenger have never quite understood why Manchester City was willing to sell Xia Qi, but now they seem to understand something.

Xia Qi must be hiding his clumsiness!

Social fear!
  Not good at speaking, not good at communicating, not good at expressing yourself...

As a result, Arsenal was cheap in vain.

After thinking about it,
  Pat Rice switches training mode from Normal to Hard.

Indoor shooting training levels are divided into three levels: easy, normal and difficult.

"Head, you can't do this..."

Arshavin stopped him and said, "Are you kidding me? Xia Qi is only 18 years old. If he gets injured, the loss will outweigh the gain."

"go out!"

"Get out of here."

Arshavin was kicked out.

[Training, I am a professional, why are you so worried about this?

This is Arsenal's Xia Qi. Wouldn't I love it? 】

Xia Qi hangs up with one click. If he knew what Uncle Mi Mi was thinking, he would definitely say: Yes! It’s all a piece of cake! The largest wounded barracks in Britain is not your "nest" (pot).

Arshavin was kicked out;
  So everyone in the base knew that there was a newborn calf digging a hole designed to be called "Ghost Jian Chou", and the ghost that everyone was afraid of was actually deflated.

At Colney training base, Pat Rice's prestige is not inferior to that of Wenger, and the players are even more afraid of him than Wenger!
  Usually such people have a thankless job and are easily hated, and Pat Rice is no exception.

Suddenly, the morale of the entire army was greatly boosted!

Awesome!
  The goose legs are not big, creating a myth!
  Everyone wants to know what kind of goose leg is it?
  Even ghosts will kneel down when they see sorrow.

The players, coaches, staff and even the aunt sweeping the floor were all lying by the window.

"So proud! I didn't expect to see Uncle Mi Mi gnashing his teeth in my lifetime. Let's go to Blue Demon Girl for a drink tonight."

"Xia Qi is so kind. If you want to smile, you must be streaking."

"You're not afraid of hurting your eyes. Besides, you haven't won yet."

"Yo, you passed me, hit 8 consecutive shots."

"Your level is a shame in the forward world. My record of 13 kicks may not be broken by Xia Qi."

"Ha...14. What's the record in our team's history?"

"The record set by Ice Prince Bergkamp in 96, with 21 consecutive shots on hard mode."

In the training ground, Xia Qi didn't notice that the difficulty level had been upgraded.

He is concentrating on "stealing the master" and hanging up with one click.

It turns out that playing football is not about seeing the field with your eyes, but with your heart.

Eyes, ears, brain, and body are four-dimensionally integrated.

For example: when you sprint from left to right, the probability of the next yellow light on the right column in front will be reduced, and the probability of the next yellow light behind you and on the left will become extremely high.

Because changing direction and turning back are a kind of difficulty and a kind of training subject.

Moreover, the purpose of training is to improve strength and not to embarrass others, so no matter what Pat Rice's mood is, the next yellow light must be within the range that can be completed.

Then you can use the elimination method to eliminate the impossible in advance, and what is left is the next goal that you need to focus on. In this way, you can not only reach it quickly, but also never lose your way like a headless fly.

The same goes for shooting, and shooting also has an extra ear. If you listen closely, you can hear the general direction and height of the football.

Xia Qi believes that these skills are also useful on the football field. Is the so-called wide field of vision really wider than others? It should also be a kind of prediction, a kind of "heart-seeing".

On the indoor training ground, Xia Qi was immersed in it.

I didn't notice at all that the interval between color changes of the light was shorter, and the speed of the ball server was not only faster, but also the angle became awkward.

He is still very serious, killing one with one kick...continuing to make zero mistakes!
  overhead shot,

Volleying side hook,

The scorpion swings its legs,

volleyed,

Two kicks,
  Spoon lob,

Heel shot,
  The outer instep arc,
  calf ejection,

Toe thrust,

Arch of foot push,

shovel shot,

high altitude bombing,

The fish leaps to the top,

……

There is always one suitable for…

"How many hits have been made?"         "18, not far from the record of 21."

"I thought I was a rookie, but turned out to be a boss."

After the news that the record in team history was about to be broken, the windows were crowded with people, everyone wanted to witness the new moment in team history.

"19!"

"20!"

"21!"

"Wow!"

"Brilliant!"

"Xia Qi! One more."

"another one!"

"Come on Xia Qi!"

"come on!"

Applause, cheers, and cheers resounded throughout the sky.

In the training ground.

The difficulty of shooting is increasing,

It used to be that there was a shot every two or three minutes, but now it takes five or six minutes for the green light to come on.

The number of changes in direction and back and forth sprints was increasing, constantly consuming Xia Qi's physical strength.

However, Xia Qi was not affected at all and continued to destroy every pillar with one kick.

Uncle Rice-Pat Rice wanted to stop training several times, but Xia Qi's appearance and movements seemed to be at ease.

Let him feel that he can wait a little longer.

According to normal logic, players will automatically give up if they are too tired.

"22!"

"23!"

"24!"

"... "

Every time Xia Qi hits another kick, a tally will appear outside the window.

The record unknowingly increased to 26, and many people were numb.

They have been trained to know that this number is a myth and will not be surpassed for a long time.

After today, "The Little Kung Fu Prince Who Knows Shadowless Kicks." will be spread among "gun fans" in the form of rumors.

"Ding Dong"

"Your regional legend, begins (Kearney)."

"Ding, legend +1."

"Ding, legend +1."

"Ding, legend +1."

This annoying voice interrupted Xia Qi's "enlightenment".

Destroying people's enlightenment is like killing their parents!
  Brother Tong, come out!
  If I don't beat you, my surname is not Xia!
  So infuriating! Don't force me to roll up my sleeves.

Wait, why did you train for more than an hour?

Do not do this!

I don’t want to turn into mud!
  my body!

Pat Rice,

Pat Rice!

Cute, amiable, respectable Uncle Rice, please stop!
  I don’t want to, it will hurt me to cry when I turn over at night, I don’t want to eat sick food...

I surrender!
  ah! Help!

Help!
  Who can save me?
  ...

...

"Beep!"

Professor Wenger was outside and blew his whistle angrily.

As soon as the whistle blew, Xia Qi collapsed on the ground like mud. The team doctors who had been prepared quickly rushed in to perform inspections, massages, and infusions...

Pat Rice looked at the powerless Xia Qi in great surprise.

Obviously I have always been able to do it with ease,

Why is it suddenly overloaded...

He has been observing Xia Qi, and as long as Xia Qi's face shows signs of being unbearable or his movements are a little sluggish, he will quickly stop.

result…

Oh, by the way, Xia Qi's eyes were empty, which showed that he was already overloaded at that time and was only supported by his tenacious willpower.

Pat Rice came up with the perfect conclusion. Feeling a little scared and guilty... he sighed:

"This kid has such a strong will!"

Upon hearing this, Wenger glared at Pat Rice fiercely, looking like he wanted to eat him alive, which frightened Pat Rice and quickly distanced him.

Wenger was not used to swearing, and his undulating chest made people afraid to get close to him.
  "Boss, how did you realize that he was exhausted?"

"Even an Iron Man can't stand an hour of super training."

"Pat, this is common sense. So we have to take a mandatory break after half an hour of training. You are a very experienced coach, how could you make such a stupid mistake?"

"I'm sorry, I looked at him and ignored the look in his eyes because he looked very relaxed."

"We need to train scientifically and not rely on feelings..."

After Wenger finished speaking, he ignored Uncle Mi, turned around and bent down to ask Xia Qi kindly:

"Kid, how are you feeling?"

Ever since Xia Qi got the one-click hang-up system, he has been in trouble every time. He has a set of business procedures to deal with this.

"Boss, stop scolding me. I'm very patient. I'll be fine after a short rest. If you're still worried, I'll go to the infirmary later to make a physical examination report. I promise you'll be full of energy again tomorrow."

Wenger looked at the team doctor and saw that he had no objections, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Uncle Rice Pat Rice gave him a look of thanks, Xia Qi still had no intention of letting him go, so he said:
  "Did I win?"

"Win, win!"

"You're a broken record."

Teammates scrambled to answer for Uncle Mi.

"Boss, what about the bet?"

"Okay, I'll be smiling this week."

"What! Streaking! It's streaking!"

Captain Vermaelen heckled.

It is necessary to fight against unjust, false and wrongful convictions.

"What about streaking? Xia Qi and I made a bet..."

"Streaking!"

"Streaking!"

"Streaking!"

"Xia Qi, Arshavin, tell me what the bet is?"

Xia Qi and Arshavin looked up at the sky, turning off the machine, turning off the machine!
  "Streaking!"

"Streaking!"

The players started heckling again.

Pat Rice reluctantly took off his shirt, and all the ladies outside the training room ran away.

The belt of his trousers was half loosened and then fastened again in anticipation of everyone.

"You really think I'm stupid!"

"Vermaelen, I ask you with a smile to run three laps on the playground immediately. Did Arshavin see my smiling face? Run five laps..."

The players dispersed in a hurry!

Gui Jianchou will always be your Gui Jianchou, and your uncle will always be your uncle... bloodline suppression!
  (End of this chapter)