Chapter 46: The First Touch Module?
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【Bruno Fernandes First Touch Module (Superstar Level)】
【First touch accuracy increased by 10%, creativity increased by 30%】
【Passing: 74 → 78】
Portugal only has one great B— and that’s B~Fernandes!
Not “bro,” though.
Who are you?
Tang Ye was stunned.
He had thought it was Cristiano Ronaldo, but it turned out to be Fernandes?
The problem was, Tang Ye didn’t even know who this player was.
Moreover, the reward Tang Ye received today wasn’t the usual template skill, but a so-called “special module.”
This module didn’t require active activation; Tang Ye only needed to touch the ball to trigger Bruno Fernandes’ first touch module.
In short, he had acquired a passive skill!
“What a pity…”
Tang Ye shook his head.
He had expected to get Cristiano Ronaldo’s template and develop into a top striker.
But instead, he got a midfielder’s template—one he had never even heard of.
The good news was that the percentage boosts from the first touch module were rather exaggerated.
An extra 10% accuracy!
And an additional 30% creativity—Tang Ye began to look forward to what kinds of passes he might deliver!
But the problem was…
He was clearly a controlling midfielder, so why give him a module for direct first-touch passing?
He should be keeping the ball at his feet!
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The next morning, Tang Ye arrived at the training base just on time. His teammates were juggling the ball on the training ground, waiting for the coach.
Wow?
Tang Ye’s eyes lit up as he found Amrabat. “Sofyan, where’s Erik?”
“No idea. I’ve been here for 20 minutes and haven’t seen Erik. Nobody else knows either.”
Alireza was juggling the ball while answering Tang Ye’s question, when Tang Ye’s phone vibrated in his pocket.
It was a WhatsApp message from the first-team group chat.
【Erik: I was in a car accident, will be 30 minutes late. Warm up lightly and practice pressing circles first.】
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“What’s that about?”
Amrabat looked at Tang Ye, who placed his phone on the bench and ran back. “We’re on our own this morning.”
“Wow, that’s great?”
Amrabat was pleased and started practicing fancy juggling on the spot.
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An hour and a half later, Ten Hag and Van der Gaag arrived outside the training ground in the same Uber.
“Ninety minutes late, a full ninety!”
After getting out, Ten Hag glanced at his watch, clearly displeased. “We should have left immediately without waiting for the police. Ninety minutes—that’s almost the entire morning session!”
“Relax, take it easy. The tasks have been assigned. We’ll just do some ball control drills with them later; it won’t waste much time.”
Van der Gaag tried to soothe him. “Besides, they’re adults—they know how to make use of training time.”
“No,”
Ten Hag corrected him, “There’s one who’s not an adult.”
“Just one. Alireza and Barazite will train with Tang.”
Van der Gaag said as they slowly walked toward the training field, while Ten Hag muttered, “I bet five euros Tang’s already run off early and is playing games in the dorm.”
Entering the training ground near the fence, Van der Gaag immediately spotted Tang Ye. “Oh, Erik, you just lost five euros!”
Ten Hag’s eyes widened.
Tang Ye was not only on the training field, but he was running!
“Wait, hold on, that’s not right!”
Sensing something off, Ten Hag frowned.
Tang Ye and Alireza both sprinted forward, then simultaneously dropped to their knees and slid.
Swish, swish, swish!
Getting up, Tang Ye immediately looked behind him. “Come on, three stripes! Haha, Sebastian, you lost!”
All the players on the field gathered around.
There were three distinct stripes on the grass where Tang Ye had slid!
“Damn, how did you do that?”
Tang Ye lifted his foot. “When sliding, put the tip of your right foot right in the middle, and use the toe to carve the middle stripe.”
Outside the fence, Van der Gaag’s eyes widened. “Looks like he’s teaching someone something?”
Ten Hag covered his face with his left hand. “Damn, he’s teaching them how to make three stripes on sliding knees…”
*Whistle!*
Suddenly, Ten Hag entered the field and stopped the sliding drill. Tang Ye, who was about to sprint again, saw Ten Hag approaching and reluctantly stopped.
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The players formed a circle with Ten Hag standing in the center.
“There’s quite a bit to cover, so everyone can sit down and listen.”
Tang Ye was the first to sit, but just then Ten Hag walked over and pulled him up by hand.
“Except you.”
“W-why except me?”
Tang Ye shrugged. “Sir, come on! Everyone else is sitting, I should be allowed to sit too.”
“You can sit once you’ve fully mastered the three-stripe sliding knee.”
“Hahaha!”
Tang Ye moved to the back of the group. Ten Hag glanced at him, then returned his attention to his notebook.
“I’ll start with our recent matches—Eredivisie and Dutch Cup. The wins and scores have been quite good; we’ve gained a decent number of points in the league.”
The players sitting on the grass smiled listening to Ten Hag, but he quickly halted them.
“Though we’ve won, we must keep a clear understanding of ourselves and maintain a calm mentality facing upcoming matches.”
“Not practice sliding knees on the pitch and making three stripes.”
Ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye, who was peeling gum at the back of the group.
“…S-sorry, my fault.”
“Forget it, let’s continue.”
Ten Hag shifted his attention away from Tang Ye. “What I mean is, our overall form this season has been poor. If you start celebrating just because of a few recent wins, you’ll have a rough time in the matches ahead.”
“Does anyone remember our league goal for this season?”
Ten Hag asked suddenly.
Van der Marel raised his hand. “Avoid relegation!”
“Right, avoid relegation. The atmosphere of a relegation team should be tense and pressured, not like what we have now. You can’t celebrate too early.”
Ten Hag explained.
“But don’t worry, even though the situation is tough, I’ll do my best to help you.”
“Remember what I say—effort always surpasses talent. If you have even a little talent and combine it with effort, you can improve very quickly.”
Ten Hag called Tang Ye over. “Setting aside the black sliding knee marks on the grass, Tang is a great example. His hard work in training earned him those two goals. You all agree with me, right?”
Alireza, Barazite, and Ramselel on the grass looked at each other but said nothing.
Seeing Ten Hag a bit embarrassed, Ramselel helped out.
“That’s right!”
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