In the days that followed, Yang Yang's life was plain yet fulfilling.
Every morning, he got up early, washed up, and headed east of the town. He dribbled the ball and jogged one lap around the scenic Ouderkerk Lake, exactly three kilometers, working up a sweat before returning to town and bringing breakfast home on the way.
Ibrahimovic and Maxwell were now so broke they practically rattled when they walked. They had to mooch not only dinner, but breakfast as well.
Fortunately, they had signed long-term leases for their rentals. Otherwise, they would probably have been sleeping on the streets by now.
On the third day after arriving in Amsterdam, Jansen came to his door and informed him that school was starting.
Ajax had already enrolled Yang Yang. From then on, he only needed to show up at the intersection east of town on time every morning to wait for the school bus. He would take academic classes at school in the morning, then return to De Toekomst for training after lunch.
With the new season approaching, the atmosphere at De Toekomst had clearly grown more serious. Only a thick-skinned guy like Ibrahimovic continued to show off and act cool as usual. Everyone else could clearly feel the pressure of the new season.
Training for the Second Team remained as intense as ever, but Yang Yang had persisted in hard training these past few months, so he had no trouble adapting. He had also been working hard to integrate himself into the team.
Whether in training or in scrimmages, Yang Yang could clearly sense Van Basten's intentions.
Several positions in the Second Team's starting lineup had more or less been decided. The team's formation remained Ajax's unshakable 4-3-3 Formation.
Ryan Babel was the youngest, yet he was the team's most