"Take off all your clothes and pants, right now!"

These days, Tang Long has been persisting in using AI Cloud Training to improve his personal passing ability.

He has even had less time to watch match footage.

In fact, there is a problem of balance here.

Watching more match footage to feed the AI System would allow him to continuously improve the AI System's capabilities.

However, as one grows, the other wanes; Tang Long has had less time to dedicate to Cloud Training.

Sometimes he cannot help but sigh, "If only I could do Cloud Training in my dreams!"

Aside from the balance between the two.

Tang Long has also discovered a thorny issue.

He has been training with the tool-companion Iniesta in the Cloud Training field for some time now.

He originally thought that his passing attribute could continuously improve until it reached the 99 cap!

But ever since his passing reached 70, the growth has been extremely slow.

It has even come to a complete standstill.

This brings him back to the initial dilemma.

Should he use the time outside of training, eating, and sleeping to watch matches and improve the capabilities of the Cloud Training field;

Or should he use every moment to strive to raise all his indicators to the current threshold?

Wednesday morning, Inter Milan training base.

Chivu stood on the top floor of the office building, holding a bound file, watching the Inter Milan players sweating profusely on the field.

"Do you smoke cigars?" Mancini waved the cigar box in his hand. "Ausilio brought these for me when he went to South America on a business trip. They suit my taste, and I hear you can't buy them in Italy."

Chivu smiled and declined.

"Mr. Mancini, although I have retired, I have never smoked or drank alcohol. I even rarely drink carbonated beverages."

Mancini squinted, his expression obscured by the swirling cigar smoke.

"I retired in 2001. My last stop was Leicester City in the Premier League. Players in the Premier League love to smoke in private, but I never touched it. I can't help but vomit when I smell smoke."

"But ever since I became a head coach—my first stop was Fiorentina—I picked up the habit of smoking."

"People say there are 60 million head coaches in Italy, and everyone has their own views on football. In this country, being the head of a Serie A team requires enduring immense pressure. Aside from smoking, I can't think of any other way to relieve the stress. Chivu, can you tell me?"

"I don't know either, Mr. Mancini. I have never been a first-team head coach, so perhaps I haven't experienced the difficulties you have." Chivu answered truthfully.

Mancini nodded.

Then he stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray.

He stood with Chivu in front of the large glass window, looking down at the training field from the seventh floor.

"You've been watching training from this office for a few days. You also saw the conflict between the factions in the team the other day. What are your thoughts?"

"I saw their conflict from start to finish. This conflict was clearly sparked because of Tang."

"And so?"

"It's very clear that Tang has a good relationship with the Argentina Faction and the Italian Local Faction. Icardi and Ranocchia both stood up for him, which is something I didn't expect."

"That's right. Tang has gained the support of the locker room, which is very important to me," Mancini paused, "Of course, it's also a good thing for him."

Chivu raised the file in his hand.

[Special Training Plan for First-Team Player Tang]

"The training volume is a bit high, and it will occupy his entire winter break. I have no problem with it, but I don't know if Tang is willing."

"He must be willing. You can rest assured about that, Chivu. There is a hunger for fame in his eyes. This hunger will ignite the fighting spirit in his heart, making him pursue his prey like a hyena, never stopping."

"Mr. Mancini, I have to say, I'm very glad we can reach a consensus on Tang's development. In the entire youth team, I was the only one who saw his potential."

"You don't need to thank me. Helping Tang is also helping myself; it's just a matter of mutual benefit. When you become a head coach of a team one day, you will understand."

Mancini smoothed his graying hair.

A few fallen hairs were caught between his fingertips.

He shook his head and flicked the strands away.

"When I started my professional career at Bologna at 17, I was very young, and my height was still growing."

"At that time, there was a full-back on our team named Cabralia. He was already 38 years old and still playing."

"I thought back then, 38 must be such a distant age. Unreachable, as far away as the stars in the depths of the universe."

"But in the blink of an eye, I am 50 years old this year. I read a philosophy book from the East, and the sage said that at 50, one knows the mandate of heaven. But what is my mandate?"

Chivu shrugged, revealing a confused expression.

"Mr. Mancini, what you're saying is too profound. I don't understand. If there's nothing else, training is almost over, so I'll head downstairs to find Tang."

Assistant coach Herrera blew the whistle to signal the end of training.

Given the previous conflict, everyone was very restrained during this session.

No aggressive defensive plays occurred.

Especially toward Tang Long, the defensive players were intentionally pulling back their tackles.

As the players dispersed, a few noticed Chivu walking over.

"Hmm, isn't that Mr. Chivu, the youth team assistant coach? What is he doing here?"

"No idea, training is already over."

"Don't you guys know? Chivu has been promoted to the first team by Mancini."

"Aha? If that's the case, the position of that old man Herrera might be in danger."

"Yeah, with Chivu's status at this club, him being Mancini's assistant is perfectly natural."

Assistant coach Herrera also saw Chivu.

He was naturally aware of what the players were anticipating.

Herrera greeted Chivu with a hint of awkwardness.

"Hey, you're here, Mr. Chivu!"

Chivu simply nodded without responding, walking straight toward Tang Long, and the two began to talk.

Herrera felt snubbed, a wave of bitterness rising in his heart.

Wasn't it agreed that I would retire at the end of the season? Why does it feel like things are developing beyond my expectations...

"Mr. Chivu, we meet again!"

"Yes, we meet again, Tang!"

The mentor and student reunited, greeting each other with a heavy embrace.

"How does it feel to play in Serie A? It's completely different from the youth league, right?"

"It's a completely different tempo. Compared to the youth team, everyone's movements are 1.5 times faster, and the pace of attack and defense is incredibly quick. Even though I only come on as a substitute, I feel exhausted."

"Is your ankle any better?"

"It's alright, I guess. Those two defenders from Genoa tackled me pretty hard, and a few days ago, that guy Medel got me again. I can move and run on it, but it just doesn't feel quite right."

Chivu nodded, then looked Tang Long up and down.

"Tang, take off your shirt."

Tang Long was stunned, then took it off.

"Not enough, take off your pants too, and your boots, socks, all of your clothes, take them all off!" Chivu said.