Youth League Debut? The Rhine Derby!

Leo Kang understood the internationally used tactical hand signals.

As long as his teammates and coaches did not form hand seals like they did in Naruto.

He could execute tactical adjustments efficiently.

Among the managers in Europe's top five leagues, Guardiola was probably the one with the most exaggerated gestures and the fastest hands, right?

Six in the evening.

The tactics class had just ended.

Havertz patted Leo Kang on the shoulder and looked at his densely packed notes.

He was dumbfounded, then laughed. "Leo, you don't need to study things that closely. Mr. Berenta likes to mix in his personal opinions."

"Kai! What nonsense are you talking about?"

The overweight man had just reached the door when he stormed back in indignantly.

Havertz shrugged awkwardly. "Mr. Berenta's personal views are also very insightful."

Berenta adjusted his glasses. When he saw Leo Kang's notes, he nodded in satisfaction and was about to say something.

Havertz looked horrified. He knew the teacher was about to start acting up again. He hurriedly pulled Leo Kang to his feet.

"Sir, we need to go have dinner!"

Beside the training ground.

Havertz gave Leo Kang a long string of advice. "If you don't run quickly enough, Mr. Berenta will praise you, then brag about his glorious days when he was young. He can go on for two hours!"

"Come on, there's a really good Chinese restaurant nearby. Stop dawdling. The club rules aren't that strict—we get one chance a week to eat out."

"You mean the word self-discipline, right? Just this once! It's not like we're drinking. Come on!"

A moment later.

The two had changed into casual clothes.

They arrived at a Chinese restaurant near the Tetrun Training Base.

Its antique-style decor made it highly recognizable amid the quiet old street.

Leo Kang looked up at the sign and could not help smiling.

San Shao County Snacks?

Had it gone international in this parallel world?

When Leo Kang saw the faces of fellow Chinese people, he could not help feeling a sense of familiarity.

Especially the young waitress, who looked about his age.

She was not stunningly beautiful, nor was she tall.

But her features were delicate, and her cheeks were rosy.

She was cute.

He smiled at her.

Her cheeks turned even redder.

Havertz looked baffled. "Order already! Why are you two grinning like idiots?"

[Ding! Suppressing dopamine reward neurotransmitters!]

A certain emotion inside Leo Kang instantly faded away.

He ordered a serving of steamed dumplings, a serving of mixed noodles, and a can of bull whip soup.

As they sat at the table.

Havertz lowered his voice. "Leo, you're a first-team player. You'll have lots of girls fawning over you in the future! I suggest finding someone quiet and low-key."

His family situation was good, and he had received an elite education from an early age.

He would not, like the other young players, head to Saint Marquin Street for "lessons" whenever he had a day off.

Before he had even eaten many dumplings.

He launched into a whole pile of ideas about choosing a partner.

As he spoke, he took out his phone, opened a social media app, and rapidly swiped through the screen. "Look, so many girls message me every day. I ignore them all, and I still have to spend time deleting them every day. Uh... this one's huge. I'll keep her."

"What did you say? You're too far away. Come closer and show me these two words. A scientifically rational training plan? I'm discussing women with you, and you want to talk training?"

The next day, five-thirty in the morning.

Tetrun Training Base.

The gate guard had covered his face with a magazine, his snores echoing back and forth with the birdsong.

A lone figure had appeared on the track.

The gentle breeze from the North Rhine River lifted his black hair.

It was impossible to tell whether it was mist or sweat.

Eight in the morning.

The young players gradually arrived at the training ground.

When they saw Leo Kang practicing his shooting.

Every one of them looked surprised.

"Leo, catch! Hurry and wipe off your sweat with a towel, or Coach Top will scold you when he sees you!"

"He hates it when people add extra training!"

"He'll definitely start nagging again: You're still growing, and there isn't that much testosterone in your bodies—"

Leo Kang caught the towel and hurriedly wiped away his sweat.

His training kit was already soaked through.

He had no choice but to hurry off for a shower.

[Speed: 58→58.5!]

[Stamina: 69→69.1!]

[Leg Strength: 57→57.3!]

What was going on?

Why did the attribute values have decimals after them?

Still, the training gains for these attributes were rather ridiculous!

It seemed he would not need long to max them out?

[Ding! Even with the help of a growth template, the rate of attribute growth will slow as values increase!]

So the higher the value, the slower it improved?

After a morning of intensive training.

Leo Kang's physical contact attribute had also improved by a decimal point.

For now, it did not show any effect.

An assistant coach briefly explained the new style of play to him.

Then ran back to the side of the pitch.

He and Coach Top held tactical boards.

As they discussed the match one week away.

Leverkusen Youth Team VS Monchengladbach Youth Team!

The two clubs were "neighbors" in the same region.

Whenever their first teams faced off, the fans on both sides would be fired up!

The Rhine Derby!!!

Bayer Leverkusen had held the upper hand in their clashes over the past few years.

But things were bleak for the youth teams.

Over the past two years, even with a super talent like Havertz.

The Leverkusen Youth Team had still been outclassed by their opponents.

There was no helping it. Borussia Mönchengladbach's youth academy system had accumulated over a hundred years of experience.

It had produced countless legendary German stars.

Heynckes, Effenberg, Deisler—there were too many to count.