You can bully Inter Milan's youth academy, but you can't bully San Remo players

As time passed, more and more players entered the stadium.

After Lu Yang and Moric took a photo together on the sidelines, they finally headed inside.

Being members of a small club, the largest stadium they had visited previously was the Marassi Stadium, shared by Genoa and Sampdoria of Serie A.

However, that stadium was clearly not as spectacular as the Juventus Stadium.

To celebrate Moric growing 2cm taller, Lu Yang opened five random gift packs in a row, keeping only two.

He wanted to see if he could pull a height-related reward to impress Moric once again.

But unfortunately, there was nothing worth mentioning among them.

Yes, Lu Yang's standards had long since risen.

Having acquired superstar-level skills, he now looked down upon these five player-level skills.

Defensive Feint: Use feints to deceive the opponent, inducing them to attempt an offensive breakthrough, thereby increasing the chance of a tackle.

Intercepting Feint: Use feints to deceive the opponent's passing, thereby increasing the chance of an interception.

Defensive Positioning: Allows you to be more acute in your judgment of defensive positioning.

Leg-Stretch Interception: Increases the chance of an interception.

Physical Defense: Enhances your chance of tackling the opponent during physical confrontations.

With five defensive skills popping up, Lu Yang almost spat out his salt soda at Moric.

Moric is truly toxic!

However, when Lu Yang looked at his tackle and interception stats, he was stunned.

Influenced by these five skills, both his tackle and interception stats had reached 72!

Breaking 70 in individual skills meant that Lu Yang's abilities in these two areas had reached the basic standard of the top five leagues.

If nothing else, there would be no need to worry about San Remo's defense next season.

Latuidi was already a defensive stalwart, and now Lu Yang's defensive ability had been further enhanced.

Lu Yang just wanted to mourn for the Serie C offensive players now.

Tremble!

If you manage to get a shot off, I'll consider it my loss!

Shortly after, Lu Yang and Moric entered the pitch, where over thirty players had already arrived.

Some players were juggling the ball with their feet; although they didn't know what they would face later, warming up in advance was never a bad idea.

Moreover, there were many cameras around constantly capturing everyone's footage, and showing off one's ball control might just attract some fans.

They performed whatever moves looked cool, flashy, and beautiful, making for a refreshing sight.

Of course, some players were either not skilled at fancy footwork or disdained using such methods to curry favor with the audience, so they gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing.

After all, most of the players who came this time were either from top-tier youth academies or on loan to Serie B teams; they basically belonged to the same circle, knew each other, and naturally had plenty to talk about.

On the field, one could tell at a glance where the crowds were thickest.

Those were the spots around the five S-level players, who were destined to make the final eighteen-man roster or even the starting eleven. Coordinating well with them would greatly increase one's chances of being selected.

Of course, for every social butterfly, there is a loner.

For instance, San Remo's new signing Baizami stood coldly to the side, ignoring everyone.

But not looking for trouble didn't mean trouble wouldn't find you.

A player wearing an Inter Milan jersey walked toward Baizami.

Undoubtedly, the other party was from the Inter Milan youth academy.

Many people around watched this Inter Milan youth player and Baizami, waiting for a good show.

Soon, that Inter Milan youth player and Baizami began to argue.

Baizami pushed him away directly, even making a move as if to fight.

The group that had been watching the show immediately rushed over, pushed Baizami away, and surrounded him.

The leader of this group was none other than Aguilar, the player recognized as the strongest in this training camp!

"Hey, Baizami, don't be such a killjoy; you two played together for two years, after all." Aguilar acted like a big brother, but the smile on his lips was very uncomfortable.

"I don't think this is a joke. I hate it when people make jokes about my skin color and my father." Baizami's expression was agitated.

The other party had insulted him and made jokes about his father.

As a black child, Baizami was unfortunate enough—and it was common enough—to have a deadbeat father who ran off after fathering him. He didn't even know his father's name, and his father probably didn't even know he had a child named Baizami.

But precisely because of this, it had become a taboo for most black players with similar experiences.

"I said it was a joke, so it was a joke. You shouldn't have laid hands on him. Apologize, or I can't guarantee what will happen to you in the upcoming training sessions!" Aguilar exuded the aura of a big brother, acting as if he were seeking justice for his little brother from Inter Milan.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see they were bullying Baizami.

Don't ask why such brainless things happen.

Don't find this strange or unreal.

Because in reality, such brainless incidents are happening in many teams, and they happen repeatedly.

It might have something to do with the low level of education among some players, or the need to vent emotions due to setbacks in their professional careers.

In short, there are truly many idiots.

Aside from Aguilar and his group, there were other players around, but most just watched without reacting.

They knew Baizami was a difficult person to get along with, and they saw no reason to offend Aguilar for his sake.

The latter was a player who actually played in Serie A!

The production team naturally saw the situation, but they did not intervene.

They were a reality show in the style of a documentary, and under normal circumstances, they would not interfere with the filming.

They had only notified the five mentors, but all five were still on their way, so...

The production team was quite happy to have such conflict-driven material.

In fact, even if there were no conflict, they would have manufactured some.

Otherwise, where would the show's appeal come from?

The chief director was even telling the staff beside him: "If physical contact occurs, our staff should step in to stop it. But if it's just an argument, ignore it."

"Right, make sure to capture the expressions and reactions of the core players."

"Aguilar is trying to establish his authority here; the other S-tier young players might not just sit by and watch him throw his weight around."

"Also, give that Lu Yang more screen time. He and Sophia... oh, just mentioning that name makes me angry. Damn Lu Yang, actually letting Sophia..."

Suddenly, a staff member interrupted the director's grumbling: "Director, it seems we don't need to give him screen time; he already knows how to find the camera himself."

"What? Who?" The director was stunned and looked at the screen.

On the pitch, Lu Yang was walking toward Baizami and Aguilar.

Moric followed closely behind, his expression serious, lips pursed, looking somewhat nervous.

He knew what Lu Yang was about to do; he understood Lu Yang's character and temper all too well.

But... the other side had a whole group of guys over 1.8 meters, some even 1.9 meters tall. Lu Yang, are you sure about this?

I'm still just a kid who's 1.74 meters tall, for crying out loud!

Damn it!

Thump!

Before Moric could stop him, Lu Yang had already kicked a nearby football toward Aguilar.

The ball was fast!

Bang!

I have to say, Lu Yang's footwork has become precise.

The ball slammed directly into Aguilar.

Aguilar turned around in a rage, roaring: "Who the hell is kicking blindly? Are you blind?"

Everyone looked at Lu Yang, who had just kicked the ball. Lu Yang walked over, smiling as he said: "Relax, mate, I was just joking with you."

Aguilar felt Lu Yang looked familiar, but he didn't recognize him immediately. He was still very angry: "Are we close? What kind of joke is that? I want an apology! You hurt me just now!"

People around began to whisper.

"Who is this guy? Why does he look so familiar?"

"I remember now, Lu Yang, it's Lu Yang!"

"What? It's him?"

"The one who is Sophia's rumored little boyfriend?"

"Didn't Aguilar mock Lu Yang before? How does he not recognize him?"

"Lu Yang from San Remo, the toughest guy in football? I've seen the short video of him receiving treatment; he's a beast!"

"The hat-trick that followed was also brilliant."

"His gaze is terrifying too!"

"Baizami transferred to San Remo, right? That's Lu Yang and Moric's team."

"So, are we in for a good show?"

Lu Yang walked up to Baizami, glanced at him, then turned to Aguilar: "So, you don't like it when people joke with you either! Since you know not everyone likes to be joked with, then don't go around joking with others."

"Just like you said, now, please apologize to Baizami. As a player for a big club, you shouldn't be spouting racial discrimination or bringing up other people's parents. How do you expect the fans to view Roma? Is Roma a team that discriminates against black players like this?"

"Your words just now could very well bring an image crisis to Roma and make the black players on your team dissatisfied. You are affecting the unity of the entire team; you are a sinner against Roma, understand?"

"Apologize now and bring the situation under control; that is the best solution."

After speaking, Lu Yang pointed at the camera nearby.

Aguilar's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

A camera!

Bastard!

"Hey, kid, are you looking for trouble?" A 1.87-meter giant standing nearby stepped forward, helping Aguilar shoulder the pressure.

He shoved his chest into Lu Yang.

Yet Lu Yang didn't budge an inch, slamming his own chest into the other man in return: "Be confident, drop the 'looking for'! I am currently causing you trouble, you know, a bunch of cowards!"

With that, Lu Yang suddenly exerted force.

The opponent hadn't expected Lu Yang's physical resistance to be so strong; caught off guard, he was knocked back several steps by Lu Yang's impact.

The scene perfectly echoed the word "coward" that Lu Yang had just used.

The director in front of the monitor could barely stop himself from applauding Lu Yang.

It felt like he was watching a gangster movie.

And Lu Yang looked exactly like a boss!

It was incredibly intense!

When the footage aired later, he would definitely edit in that red card Lu Yang received in Serie D as historical context.

In that match, Lu Yang had taken down three hooligan players from Potenza, including the notorious Borges.

The players surrounding Aguilar were all furious, each one wanting to rush at Lu Yang.

Instead of retreating, Lu Yang beckoned to them: "Come on, come on, all of you who aren't afraid of death, come at me. If any of you are still standing in a moment, count it as my loss!"

Such bravado actually made people hesitate.

For one thing, everyone recognized Lu Yang.

And Lu Yang wasn't just famous for his romance with Sophia.

The toughest man in football wasn't just a reputation built on talk.

Who else would stay on the pitch after suffering such a severe injury?

Only Lu Yang!

The photo of his face covered in blood had been used as the front-page cover by many media outlets that day!

Furthermore, the match where Lu Yang received that red card had a massive impact, as Maniero and Carlisle had both been there to watch, drawing a large media presence.

The scene of Lu Yang beating up three people single-handedly was an essential highlight for any year-end review of Italian football.

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Aguilar hurriedly spoke up: "What kind of professional player resorts to fighting? Solving problems with football is what we should be doing!"

Having said that, Aguilar hooked the ball Lu Yang had just kicked toward him, juggled it a few times, and said: "Let's resolve our conflict the professional way. Do you dare?"

With the cameras rolling, Aguilar still wanted to cultivate the image of a "star."

Besides, he was certain that on this pitch, there was no player better than him.

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Baizami, young and hot-headed, was the first to rush out.

He wanted to stand up for himself; he didn't need anyone else's help.

But ten minutes later, Baizami lowered his head in anger.

He had lost.

One-on-one, switching between offense and defense, five attacks and five defenses each, one minute per round, totaling ten minutes.

Baizami hadn't managed to defend against Aguilar a single time, while Aguilar had snatched the ball from his feet three times.

He had been thoroughly humiliated.

"Trash!" After winning, Aguilar was incredibly arrogant, then he looked at Lu Yang, his meaning clear.

"Aguilar is very well-rounded; his dribbling, ball control, and even his shooting are all top-tier," Monaco's Ceballos said, rating Aguilar highly.

"Hmm, other than his speed being a bit slow, he has almost no weaknesses," Porto's Parrott nodded in agreement.

"Even physically, he's stronger than a pure speed-based winger like Baizami," Liverpool's Lam added.

"He can also organize play and has a knack for passing; he's an all-around forward. But..." Juventus's Canyes didn't finish the sentence.

But being "all-around" sometimes meant being "all-mediocre," especially in the top five leagues. Unless every single one of your skills was top-tier, being all-around really wasn't a good thing.

In fact, this was the main factor holding Aguilar back from becoming the starting right winger for Roma... he wasn't outstanding enough to be a star!

"Lift your head." Lu Yang patted Baizami on the shoulder, his tone somewhat serious.

Baizami looked at Lu Yang in confusion.

This guy had greeted him inexplicably earlier, helped him inexplicably just now, and was now scolding him inexplicably—was he crazy?

"I don't like arrogant people, but I do like people who are consistent in their words and actions and have persistence. If your heart is as unyielding as your appearance, then what you should be doing right now is staring him down and never admitting defeat!" After saying this, Lu Yang walked toward Aguilar, "Come on, whatever trash or whatever-your-name-is, today I'm going to teach you a truth about the Italian football pitch!"

Aguilar was angry that Lu Yang couldn't remember his name, but he was even more curious about what this truth was: "What truth?"

Lu Yang kicked the football toward Aguilar. After scanning the pitch, he spoke, "You can bully any other player for all I care. But you absolutely cannot bully any San Remo player. Otherwise... I will make you feel the wrath of The Butcher!"

As the words left his lips, Lu Yang charged toward Aguilar.

Aguilar hurriedly pulled the ball back to dodge, but it was too late; Lu Yang was too fast.

And too precise!

With a sliding tackle, Lu Yang kicked the ball away from under Aguilar's feet and sent him sprawling in one fluid motion.

He looked down at Aguilar, who was sprawled on the ground, and growled, "You have already failed once! Mr. Trash-ilar!"

All the surrounding players watched this suddenly ferocious Lu Yang, yet the image that lingered in their minds was the chilling composure he displayed during that sliding tackle.

The key was that the move had not been a foul.

It was a perfect interception!

When a player possesses the mind of an angel, the temper of a devil, and the ability to match both, just how terrifying can he be?