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

[Daily Mandatory Training Module (in addition to the team's regular training)]

06:00-06:30: Morning Core Strengthening

Plank variations (side plank, single-leg plank) 3 sets

Russian twisting (weighted) 4 sets

Bird-dog stability training (3 sets)

12:30-13:00: Midday Explosive Power Special

Box squats (increasing weight) 5 sets

4 sets of Bulgarian split squats

10 x 20 meter resistance sprint with elastic band

20:00-21:00: Evening Comprehensive Enhancement

Hanging leg raises (deep abdominal muscles) 4 sets

Barbell deadlifts (medium weight) 4 sets

Combat simulation training (the system generates virtual guards for physical confrontation).

[Nutrition Plan (Daily)]

Protein intake: ≥160 grams (divided into 6 meals)

Carbohydrate intake: Adjusted according to training volume (monitored in real time by the system).

Strictly prohibited: fried foods, sugary drinks, and alcohol (violations will trigger penalties).

[Punishment Mechanism]

Training not completed for the day: Integration rate -0.01%

Body fat percentage over 12%: Double strength training volume for one week

Success rate in combat has been below 30% for three consecutive days: 2 hours of additional combat training.

[Special Note]

"Don't think this is just for gaining weight."

What I want is functional weight – every kilogram of muscle gained must translate into competitive strength on the court.

If you dare to get fat, I'll make you run 3 meters every day until you lose weight again.

"It will be very tough."

The system's tone was unusually serious for once.

"Building muscle isn't just about eating more meat. You have to tear your muscles and endure a lot of pain."

Two months, sixty days, one thousand four hundred and forty hours.

For Wu Shi, this period of time can be compressed into a few simple numbers:

体重从75kg增加到78.5kg，体脂率维持在11.3%，深蹲最大重量从100kg提升到140kg。

I have seven bruises, three muscle strain warnings, and countless nights of gritting my teeth in the gym.

At six o'clock in the morning, Wu Shi was doing his third set of box squats at the training ground.

With a 140-kilogram barbell pressing down on my shoulders, I could feel my muscles tearing with every squat.

[System: Lower your butt by three centimeters. Do you think you're doing a half squat?]

Keep your core engaged! Don't let your lower back sag! If you're worried about a herniated disc, just say so.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor.

For the past two months, he has lived a life almost like an ascetic: after the team training, he would do two extra hours of strength training.

His evening snacks must be high in protein and low in fat; his social activities are nonexistent, and when his teammates ask him to go out for dinner, he always replies, "I have to train."

"Is it really necessary?" Muriqui couldn't help but ask once. "You're still young, take your time."

Wu Shi was putting on his knee pads at the time and didn't even look up: "Take your time, or it will be too late."

He had to transform himself from a "plastic man" into someone who was at least presentable.

The change is visible to the naked eye.

The team doctor was the first to notice. After a routine physical test, he stared at the report for a long time:

"You gained 4.2 kg of muscle mass, and your body fat percentage barely changed... How did you do that? You're incredibly talented!!"

Then there are the teammates.

During a training match, Sun Xiang habitually leaned his body against Wu Shi when making a breakthrough on the wing—in the past, this lean would have caused Wu Shi to stumble at least one step, resulting in a change of possession of the ball.

This time, Wu Shi firmly planted his feet, and in the instant their shoulders collided, he even pushed Sun Xiang back half a step.

"Holy crap?" Sun Xiang steadied himself and looked at him in surprise. "You've gotten stronger?"

Wu Shi didn't say anything and continued chasing the ball.

The biggest change came from the competition.

In two months, he played seven league games, starting four and coming on as a substitute in three.

The stats aren't particularly impressive: 2 goals and 3 assists.

"My mindset has matured," Lippi said at a coaching staff meeting. "Although I'm still inexperienced, at least I'm not panicking anymore."

Today is Takeshi's seventeenth birthday.

No parties, no cakes—the system prohibits high sugar intake.

At six o'clock in the morning, he arrived at the gym on time. After completing his morning core workout, his phone rang.

It is the mother.

"Happy birthday, son." The mother's voice was a little hoarse. "How are you going to spend today?"

"Training. We have a tactics lesson this afternoon." Wu Shi wiped his sweat with a towel. "We'll have extra training tonight."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone: "Don't push yourself too hard, your health is important."

"Know."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Shi looked at himself in the mirror. Seventeen years old, his face still had the features of a teenager, but his shoulders were broader, the lines of his arms were more defined, and his eyes were no longer as restless as they were two months ago.

[System: Happy Birthday. Here's a gift for you—your training load is reduced by 20% today.]

Wu Shi was taken aback: "Did the sun rise in the west?"

[System: Don't misunderstand, it's just that I was worried it would be bad luck if you vomited during practice on your birthday. I'll make it up to you tomorrow.]

After the team's morning practice ended, the assistant coach called him over.

"Don't do extra training this afternoon. Come to the meeting room at 3 PM. The coaching staff has something to say to you."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, he pushed open the meeting room door. Lippi, his assistant coach, and several other assistant coaches were there. The atmosphere was serious.

"Sit down," Lippi said, gesturing to a chair.

Wu Shi sat down, his palms slightly sweaty.

"Next week is the AFC Champions League, the second round of the group stage, a home game against Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors," Lippi said bluntly. "Elkeson pulled a muscle in the league last week and will be out for at least three weeks."

Wu Shi's heart began to pound wildly.

"We studied Jeonbuk's videos. Their midfield is strong, but their center-backs are slow to turn and are vulnerable to fast strikers." Lippi stared at him. "We need a player who can drift wide, cut inside, and play behind the defense."

The meeting room was very quiet.

"The coaching staff has decided," Lippi paused, "that you will start in the next AFC Champions League match, playing as the lone striker."

With a buzzing sound, Wu Shi felt the blood rush to his head.

The AFC Champions League. The highest level of club competition in Asia.

The opponent is Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors – the K League champions and a regular in the AFC Champions League, known for their tough style and strict tactical discipline.

On his seventeenth birthday, he was told that he would be the starting center in this game.

"The pressure will be immense," the assistant coach added. "Jeonbuk's defenders are experienced, prone to dirty tricks, and will definitely target you—they've studied our game footage and know you're young."

Lippi stood up and walked to the tactics board: "But what we value is the change you've made in the last two months."

He pointed to several arrows on the board: "Jeonbuk likes to press high up the pitch, with their midfielders pushing very high up the pitch. There are gaps between their center-backs and full-backs, especially the left center-back, whose turning speed is a weakness."

"Your task," Lippi turned around, his eyes piercing, "is not to score goals—though it would be best if you could. Your task is to tear apart their defense, pull their center-backs out, and create space for Muriqui and Conca."

Wu Shi nodded vigorously.

"Go back and watch the video, focusing on the defensive habits of Jeonbuk's left center-back," Lippi concluded. "There are still five days left. After each day's extra training, come find me, and I'll explain the details to you."

As Wu Shi walked out of the conference room, his steps were a little unsteady.

AFC Champions League. Starting lineup. Lone striker.

These words kept echoing in my mind.

[System: Hey, your birthday gift package has arrived.]

[Jeonbuk Hyundai Motors' left center-back, Kim Min-jae, 28 years old, 187cm tall, 84kg, was a candidate for the K League's best center-back last season.]

[Strengths: Excellent heading ability, strong one-on-one defense, and highly experienced.]

[Weaknesses: Slow to turn around, easily agitated after being beaten, and prone to taking a lot of cards.]

Your opportunity: Use speed and changes of direction to pull him out of his comfort zone. Once he leaves his comfort zone, his threat is halved.

Wu Shi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Can I do it?" he asked himself, as if asking the system as well.

[System: Two months ago, if you had asked this question, I would have said, "No, you're a plastic person."]

【Now?】

The system paused briefly.

Now you're at least a piece of reinforced plastic.

Wu Shi almost burst out laughing. This was probably the highest rating the system could give.