AI Intelligence Era, Awakening the Green Field Intelligence Engine System!

2014, Italy.

Inter Milan youth training camp.

"2006 World Cup Final, France vs Italy..."

"2005 UEFA Champions League Final, AC Milan overturned by Liverpool after a three-goal lead..."

"2009-2010 Serie A, Round 3, Roma vs Lazio..."

Inside a dim youth dormitory.

A black-haired teenager rubbed his sleepy eyes, staring intently at the football match replays on his computer screen.

Until the first light of dawn appeared and the sun rose into the sky.

Several Inter Milan youth players passed by, looking through the window at the boy inside.

"Staring at the screen watching matches again, this Chinese guy must be crazy!"

"Is there something wrong with his brain? He's not a coach, why watch so many games?"

"He often watches until the middle of the night. He's only been watching games for the past five months, and his skills haven't improved at all!"

"He doesn't seem worried at all. Doesn't he know his youth contract expires next month? Is he not planning to renew it?"

"Hey, leave him alone. Maybe people from China just aren't born to play football!"

A teammate couldn't help but knock on the window.

"Tang, training starts at nine, aren't you going to change and head to the pitch?"

Tang Long's eyes remained fixed on the screen, waving his hand without turning his head.

"Don't worry about me, you guys go ahead, I'll be there in a minute!"

"What a lunatic!"

The teammate shrugged and walked away.

When the final whistle blew on the computer, signaling the end of the match.

Tang Long, who had been sitting as still as a stone, suddenly jumped up!

He raised his arms and cheered!

"Finally finished watching one thousand matches!"

The bitterness of these past five months.

Who could possibly understand!

Five months ago.

Tang Long transmigrated here, becoming an 18-year-old player in the Inter Milan youth academy.

He had signed a six-month youth contract.

With his mediocre talent, he seemed to have no hope of a renewal.

But only he knew the truth.

The moment he arrived, he awakened a bizarre system!

[Green Field Intelligence Engine System]!

This was an AI system from the year 2084.

Specially designed for football players.

Embedded in Tang Long's brain, it had merged with his nervous system.

It could provide him with big data intelligent judgments on the pitch!

Of course.

All AI systems first require data feeding.

So five months ago, the system issued him a task:

"Host, please watch 1,000 professional football match recordings in their entirety!"

To complete this task.

Tang Long had suffered immensely!

He couldn't fall behind on daily training.

He could only work overtime at night to watch the matches.

Finally.

All 1,000 matches had been watched!

"Ding!"

"Green Field Intelligence Engine System has been fed 1,000 professional matches!"

"System, activate!"

"Green Field Intelligence Engine System—Basic Level!"

"Host has acquired AI intelligence technique—Passing Route Prediction!"

Tang Long had known this five months ago.

This Green Field Intelligence Engine System, based on AI big data analysis, was divided into five levels!

Basic, Intermediate, Advanced, Expert, and Master.

The Basic level primarily feeds on match footage, analyzing the passing routes and teammate positioning of top-tier professional players.

It designs the optimal passing route!

Thereby serving as a pre-judgment for Tang Long to navigate the ever-changing situations during a match!

Tang Long didn't have time to overthink.

He changed into his jersey at lightning speed, grabbed his boots from the floor, and sprinted toward the training ground!

Training was starting in three minutes.

He couldn't afford to be late.

Inter Milan youth team assistant coach Chivu raised his hand to check his watch.

"Where is that Asian kid from the team? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

There was one minute left until training began.

The entire Inter Milan youth team had gathered.

Twenty-five players stood in two neat rows in front of Chivu.

But Tang Long was nowhere to be seen.

"Report, Coach! Tang was up all night watching matches again; he's probably still fast asleep in bed right now!"

A teammate said with a laugh.

A burst of laughter erupted from the entire squad!

Chivu frowned deeply.

He had long known that this player from China never went to nightclubs or hung out after training.

He just liked to hole up in his dorm and watch football.

It was said that he would stay up until two or three in the morning without sleeping!

At first, Chivu had actually appreciated him, even praising him in front of the whole team.

"Look at Tang, everyone; this passion for football is something you should all learn from!"

But later, he discovered that Tang Long's footballing ability was truly mediocre.

Logically, one would think that by watching so much, he would have learned quite a bit!

However, Tang Long's performance on the pitch was not even as good as the local Italian teammates who went to bars to mess around with girls the moment training ended.

With only one month left, Tang Long's youth contract was about to expire.

Chivu was hesitating: should he renew the contract with this kid?

"This brat, it's one thing that he doesn't play well—that's a matter of talent—but you can't be late for training. This is a matter of attitude..."

Chivu was only halfway through his sentence when he saw Tang Long sprinting over at full speed, carrying his boots in his hand.

"Report!"

Chivu was stunned and instinctively glanced at his watch.

The second hand had just ticked onto the 12.

Thankfully, he wasn't late.

"Hurry up and change your boots. Look at you, wearing slippers to training—what kind of look is that!"

Chivu sighed.

Under the less-than-friendly gazes of his blonde-haired, blue-eyed teammates, Tang Long bit the bullet, changed into his boots, and silently stood at the end of the second row.

He usually arrived at the training ground half an hour early.

If it weren't for wanting to finish watching his 1000th match before training today, he wouldn't have been in such a rush!

Taking advantage of the gap while Chivu was lecturing the others.

Tang Long opened his personal data panel.

Host: Tang Long
Age: 18
Height: 182cm
Position: Attacking Midfielder, Shadow Striker, Defensive Midfielder.
Attack: 55
Shot Accuracy: 58
Shot Power: 58
Heading: 55
Dribbling: 58
Long Passing: 52
Short Passing: 54
Set Pieces: 42
Speed: 65
Stamina: 60
Strength: 56
Jumping: 60
Defense: 35
Overall Rating: 55
Pitch Level: Serie C substitute level
(Rating explanation: 90 is the level of a star in the top five leagues, 80 is the average level of the top five leagues, 70 is the Serie B level, 60 is the Serie C level)

Looking at the slow progress of his data over the past five months.

Tang Long felt a tightness in his chest.

This system, which had been silent for a full five months.

Was it actually useful at all!

Could it help him win a contract renewal with the Milan youth team?