Kevin De Bruyne Growth Template (Anti-Cuckold Version)

Kevin De Bruyne Growth Template (Anti-Cuckold Version): You would gain additional benefits during training, which would help you develop toward Kevin De Bruyne's level.

Outside the template, you could retain your other abilities.

Current progress: 12%

Holy shit!

It really worked!

After obtaining Kevin De Bruyne's growth template, Tang Ye's personal 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

Defending: 55; Vision: 91

Overall rating: 66

Kevin De Bruyne's growth template had given Tang Ye a comprehensive boost to his attributes.

Including the bonuses from Luka Modrić's outside-of-the-foot template and Casemiro's tackling template, Tang Ye's overall rating had now reached 66.

At sixteen years old, with an overall rating of 66, there probably weren't many players his age in football leagues around the world with a higher rating than Tang Ye.

Still, although he had bought Kevin De Bruyne's growth template with Huabei, Tang Ye wasn't particularly happy.

He had spent 100,000 comeback points to buy an Oscar substitute! Sometimes, Tang Ye really couldn't understand his system.

Since it was already charging 100,000 comeback points, why didn't it just sell Oscar's growth template? Why did it have to give him this Kevin De Bruyne substitute instead?

Damn it!

"Beep!"

The treadmill chimed. The 3-kilometer warm-up task had been completed!

Tang Ye pressed the STOP button and stepped down once the treadmill had fully stopped.

"Finished?"

Mitchell van der Gaag looked up. Seeing Tang Ye get off the treadmill, he set 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?"

"Stamina running. We did strength training 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 homework!

"Endurance training? Fine."

To Mitchell van der Gaag's surprise, Tang Ye didn't panic upon hearing that he had to do endurance running. He merely shrugged.

"You're quite determined."

Mitchell van der Gaag smiled.

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

They weren't very bright, but they were more than enough for running.

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

"Okay."

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

Purchase Grealish's draft beer. Price: 5 points.

Payment method: Huabei.

Insufficient Huabei credit limit.

"..."

Tang Ye's worst fear had come true. After using 100,000 points of credit to buy Kevin De Bruyne's growth template, his Huabei had completely blown up! Unless Tang Ye could earn 100,000 points, his Huabei would be sealed for a full twenty-one years!

Earn money?

Earn my ass! Instead of selling good stuff to him, this system needed a proper lesson! 100,000? He wasn't paying it back!

Payment method: Account balance.

You have obtained Grealish's draft beer.

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

The workload wasn't heavy, but the intensity was high.

Training at this intensity absolutely required some draft beer!

"Accelerate, accelerate!"

"Good, very good! Keep that pace, keep going!"

"Hold steady!"

At half past eight in the evening, the first team's training ground was filled with Mitchell van der Gaag's voice. Watching Tang Ye run tirelessly across the pitch, the Dutchman felt a little unfamiliar with him.

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've found Tang's instruction manual!"

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

Sure enough, this so-called Grealish's draft beer was nothing more than an item with a numbing effect.

If he didn't suffer during training, then he would suffer after it was over.

Still, this was fine. At least Tang Ye could use the draft beer to complete the training assigned by the coach.

At 37 years old, 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

Something familiar had appeared again.

Three hundred sit-ups...

Tang Ye had discovered a very good system.

Although Grealish's draft beer cost five comeback points, the reward from a single daily task wasn't enough to buy it.

But Utrecht didn't schedule endurance training every day!

Tang Ye only needed to save the comeback points he earned from daily tasks and use them when he had endurance training!

The thought of not having to endure that pain during endurance runs filled Tang Ye with enthusiasm for training.

He glanced at his phone. There were still twenty minutes before assembly.

He might as well do the sit-ups first!

Even at 37 years old, you still insisted on morning exercise. Keep it up—one day, your morning wood will return!

Obtained comeback points ×3

Huff, huff!

Tang Ye ran from the cafeteria to the training ground, panting heavily.

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

And Erik ten Hag.

Erik ten Hag was currently staring at Tang Ye with the expression of someone whose mother had died. "You're late again. That's the ninth time this month. I'm considering making you leave 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."

"You think I believe you?"

Erik ten Hag glanced at Tang Ye's barely visible six-pack. "Those abs are 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 boots."

Erik ten Hag tapped 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. Then what about the cafeteria?"

"Go eat in the second team's cafeteria for now. We'll talk again once 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, right. But can you guarantee an assist in every match? You can't, can you? It's very difficult."

"..."

Tang Ye had no response.

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

This guy was absolutely awful!