De Bruyne Growth Template (Anti-Cuckold Version)

De Bruyne Growth Template (Anti-Cuckold Version): You would gain additional benefits from training, and those benefits would help you develop in the direction of Kevin De Bruyne.

Beyond the template, you could retain any other abilities you already possessed.

Current progress: 12%

Fuck!

He had actually bought it successfully!

After obtaining the De Bruyne Growth Template, Tang Ye's personal status panel changed as well.

Tang Ye (37 years, 4 months)

Ball control: 72; Passing: 72

Shooting: 54; Heading: 39; Set pieces: 56

Speed: 58; Stamina: 61; Physicality: 62

Defense: 55; Vision: 91

Overall rating: 66

The De Bruyne Growth Template had comprehensively improved Tang Ye's attributes.

Including the bonuses from the Modrić Outside-Foot Template and Casemiro Tackle Template, Tang Ye's overall rating had now reached 66.

At sixteen, with an overall rating of 66, there were probably very few players his age in football leagues around the world with a higher rating than Tang Ye.

However, although he had used Huabei to buy the De Bruyne Growth Template, Tang Ye was not particularly happy.

He had spent 100,000 Comeback Points to buy an Oscar substitute! Sometimes, Tang Ye simply could not understand his system.

Since it was already charging 100,000 Comeback Points, why not just sell him the Oscar Growth Template directly? Why did it have to give him this De Bruyne substitute instead?

Damn it! Ding!

The treadmill chimed. His 3-kilometer warm-up task was complete!

Tang Ye pressed the STOP button and stepped off once the treadmill had come to a complete halt.

"Finished running?"

Mitchell van der Gaag looked up. When he saw Tang Ye step off the treadmill, he put down the newspaper in his hands.

"Use the equipment to activate some muscles first. We'll head to the training ground afterward."

"The training ground? Why?"

"Endurance running. We trained strength yesterday, so today we'll work on your endurance first."

Mitchell van der Gaag raised an eyebrow at Tang Ye.

This was the price of not doing his homework!

"Endurance training? Fine."

To Mitchell van der Gaag's surprise, Tang Ye did not panic upon hearing that he had to run endurance drills. He merely shrugged.

"Quite determined, aren't you?"

Mitchell van der Gaag smiled.

Twenty minutes later, the two walked out together. The first team's training ground had lights at night.

They were not especially bright, but more than sufficient for running.

Mitchell van der Gaag sat on the bench and pointed at the marker cones already set up on the pitch. "You can start after resting for five minutes."

"Okay."

Tang Ye walked onto the pitch, already operating the system in his mind.

Purchase Grealish's Lager. Price: 5 points.

Payment method: Huabei.

Insufficient Huabei credit limit.

"..."

Tang Ye's greatest fear had come true. After using 100,000 points of credit to buy the De Bruyne Growth Template, his Huabei had completely blown up! Unless Tang Ye could earn 100,000 points, his Huabei would remain sealed for a full twenty-one years! Earn money?

Earn my ass! If it would not sell him the good stuff, Tang Ye had to properly teach his system a lesson! One hundred thousand? He was not paying it back!

Payment method: account balance.

You have obtained Grealish's Lager.

Today's task consisted of ten 25-meter shuttle runs, five 50-meter shuttle runs, and finally two 500-meter endurance runs.

The workload was not high, but the intensity was.

Training at this intensity absolutely required some lager!

"Accelerate, accelerate!"

"Good, very good! Maintain that speed, keep going!"

"Steady!"

At eight-thirty that night, the first team's training ground was filled with Mitchell van der Gaag's voice. Watching Tang Ye run tirelessly around the pitch with all his might, the Dutchman felt a hint of unfamiliarity.

Was skipping after-school homework really enough to make him work this hard...?

Mitchell van der Gaag took out his phone and dialed Erik ten Hag's number.

"I found Tang's instruction manual!"

When Tang Ye climbed out of bed the next day, his calves felt sore. Extremely, incredibly sore.

Sure enough, this so-called Grealish's Lager was merely an item with a numbing effect.

If he did not suffer after training, then he would suffer once the training was over.

Still, that was fine. At least Grealish's Lager would let Tang Ye complete the training assigned by his coach.

At 37, you got up on time. Yesterday's extra training left you feeling richly rewarded.

Daily task: Sit-ups ×300 (may be completed in up to 5 sets)

Reward: Comeback Points ×3

The familiar thing had returned.

Three hundred sit-ups...

Tang Ye had discovered a very good mechanism.

Although Grealish's Lager cost 5 Comeback Points and the reward from one daily task was not enough to buy it—

Utrecht did not schedule endurance training every day!

Tang Ye only needed to save the Comeback Points earned from daily tasks, then use them when endurance training came around!

The thought that he would not have to endure that agony during endurance runs immediately filled Tang Ye with enthusiasm for training.

He checked his phone. There were still twenty minutes before assembly.

He should finish his sit-ups first!

At 37, you still insisted on exercising after getting up in the morning. Keep it up—one day, you'll regain your morning wood!

Comeback Points ×3 obtained.

Huff, huff!

Tang Ye panted as he ran from the cafeteria to the training ground.

As expected, his teammates had already begun today's warm-up under Mitchell van der Gaag's guidance.

And Erik ten Hag.

Erik ten Hag was currently glaring at Tang Ye with an expression like his mother had died. "You're late again. That's the ninth time this month. I'm considering removing you from the first-team cafeteria."

"No, sir, listen to me."

Tang Ye lifted his training shirt and showed Erik ten Hag his abdominal muscles. "I was late because I got up this morning and did some core training first. Otherwise, I definitely would have made it on time."

"Do you think I believe that?"

Erik ten Hag glanced at Tang Ye's not-so-obvious six-pack. "Your abs came from being skinny. They're useless. Also, your core strength is the worst in the entire first team, so cover your stomach."

"Go change your shoes."

Erik ten Hag smacked Tang Ye on the butt with the notebook in his hand. "Get up earlier. Training right after breakfast isn't good for your body."

"Okay, okay. What about the cafeteria, then?"

"Eat at the reserve team's cafeteria for now. We'll talk again when you stop being late."

"No, how can you do this?"

Tang Ye spread his hands at Erik ten Hag.

His right to eat in the first-team cafeteria had been earned through an assist in a match, and it had come from a long pass after a tackle! Tang Ye had earned that right with his own ability.

What right did Erik ten Hag have to kick him out?

"An assist, yes. But can you guarantee an assist every match? You can't, can you? It's hard."

"..."

Tang Ye had nothing to say.

Ever since Erik ten Hag had used homework to force him into training, Tang Ye had already figured out what kind of person he was.

This guy was incredibly wicked!