Chapter 7 Strength lv2 and Long Shot lv3!
Inside the empty gym, everything was neat and bright.
Maël lay in the corner by the wall, chuckling to himself with his eyes closed, occasionally letting out a few joyful howls.
Anyway, it was almost midnight, and no one was around, so releasing some emotions was fine.
[Skill: Muscle lv2]
[Proficiency: (1/800)]
[Effect: Through long practice, most of your excess fat has been refined, and muscles have gradually grown, slowly forming a strong physique. Your ability to withstand impact has greatly increased!]
The reason for Maël's joy was that his Strength had been upgraded to lv2. After nearly twenty days of effort, he had finally leveled up one of his physical attributes.
This sense of accomplishment and satisfaction was hard to describe.
It was as if all his efforts were worth it, the road ahead was becoming clearer, and success was getting closer.
Originally, Maël had planned to upgrade Long Shot and Strength to lv3 and lv2 respectively tomorrow.
But just now, looking at the close distance, he couldn't help but practice a little longer, completing the upgrade today.
"The improvement is obvious, even more so than the improvement in Long Shot."
After resting for a while, Maël got up and stretched his body. He could feel that the excess fat in many parts of his body was slowly disappearing, replaced by lean muscle.
Don't think that this seemingly small, lean physique has poor resistance. It represents superb muscle density and strength.
Even if it can't compare to those famous physical monsters on the professional field, it's enough to overpower some people with average resistance.
"With this, I'll be much more confident when I step onto the field."
Maël smiled slightly. Resistance, like Long Shot, is also a direct ability.
He believed that this would directly affect his performance in the game, making him stand out more on the field.
Tomorrow, he would upgrade Long Shot to lv3, and then wait for the match against Liverpool to arrive!
"I just don't know why the names are different for each level?" Maël, his 'stomach full', thought of other things.
He was a little curious about what the names would be when these abilities were upgraded to lv5. He picked up his water cup, draped his clothes over his shoulders, and took the trash he had created, heading out the door.
He hummed a little tune again until he walked to the asphalt road outside the gym, looked up, and suddenly stopped in surprise, as if he had seen something.
The tall figure walking away quickly at the end of the road seemed to be Mr. Wenger? Like most fans, Maël had deep respect and affection for Arsenal's legendary coach Wenger, and at the same time, he regretted everything he had encountered in the later stages of his career.
Who wouldn't love such a refined and elegant old man?
In a way, this promoted Maël's acceptance of this body and this club.
"Forget it, I'll definitely see him in the future."
Maël didn't rush to catch up, but watched for a long time before turning and walking down another road.
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The next day, there was only one day left before the trial player selection match.
Coach Hans had already made arrangements. Today, there would only be morning training, and the afternoon would be a holiday for the players to buffer their condition and prepare for the battle.
After the morning training, he also gathered everyone together to arrange the starting lineup for tomorrow.
"Formation 4-3-3, double defensive midfielders. Goalkeeper Hopkins, left back Karl, center backs Daniel and Ian, right back Thiago."
"Defensive midfielders Lampel and Klein, midfielder Gilbert."
"Three forwards, from left to right, Maël, Gabi, and Lewandowski."
Hans held a formation board in his hand and looked up at the trial players. "Besides you seven, this is the strongest lineup I can arrange. I've done my best for you."
"Be sure to perform well and strive to play at your highest level, okay?"
Maël and the others nodded heavily, their faces filled with expectation, solemnity, and tension.
The cruel elimination would definitely put some pressure on their minds.
They had all been here for six months, and no one wanted to leave in such a hurry and return to their original places.
"Also."
After arranging the formation, Hans straightened his back and said with a smile, "I have good news for you. Mr. Wenger is very likely to appear on the sidelines tomorrow to watch your friendly match."
"I hope you seize the opportunity. If you can be selected by the old man, even if you don't make it to the first team, it won't be difficult to find an EFL Championship team to loan you to."
As soon as these words came out, whether it was Maël and the other trial players, or Gilbert and the other team players, their faces lit up, and a fiery fighting spirit burst out in their eyes.
That's Wenger! It's not easy for him to come to the youth team to watch a game!
But some were happy and some were sad. Those team players who were not in the starting lineup all had extremely regretful expressions.
"Why didn't Mr. Wenger come when I played in the past? He only comes when these trial players play?" Someone's face was livid.
"What luck, it's really a bargain for these kids!" Someone looked at the trial players with jealousy.
"If you have the same position as those seven trial players, don't even think about it."
Hans's refusal was very straightforward: "I said, I guarantee they will play the entire game."
After the morning training, Maël had lunch in the cafeteria, and after a short rest, he went to the stadium.
He didn't plan to do extra training for too long today. His shooting training was only 6 points of proficiency away from leveling up, and an hour or so should be enough.
"Come on, finish the training and rest directly, conserve energy and prepare for the battle."
Maël poured the balls out of the ball bag, and soon he swung his leg and shot a kick, starting the training.
The faint sunlight sprinkled on the Colney Training Base, illuminating the fields one by one, making them bright and moving, and also reflecting on Maël.
The British Isles at this time of year are still comfortable.
Feeling the breeze on his face and the sunshine, Maël's mood couldn't help but improve a bit. He carried out the training in an orderly manner, and also enjoyed the comfort of playing football in such a scene.
More than an hour passed in a flash.
"Bang!"
After another shot, Maël's legs, waist and other parts once again transmitted a strong feeling, and his body felt a burst of numbness.
He knew that the Long Shot had leveled up!
[Skill: Brutal Shot lv3]
[Proficiency: (1/800)]
[Effect: Practice makes perfect! You have discovered that your Long Shot level has been improved to the level of a Cannon in a professional team, and with a little adjustment, you can occasionally make excellent quality shots!]
This time, the improvement effect was very obvious.
Professional team Cannon level!
Maybe not as good as world-renowned Cannons like Gerrard, Batty, and Carlos, but competing with a Premier League downstream team's long-range shooter shouldn't be difficult! "The biggest improvement is indeed the preparation time."
Maël was slightly excited. Slight adjustments meant that he could get a lot of opportunities in every game.
Tomorrow, let the Liverpool goalkeeper feel it first!
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