Frost Shooter of Greenery

Chapter 22 The freckled boy who made trouble for others

Qi Ce could feel that Zhou Feng cared about him very much. After talking about the beautiful scenery of the Rhine Valley on the way here, Qi Ce really wanted to go there to see it, but he definitely didn't have time to travel so far when he came to Europe this time. I had no choice but to give up.

But Zhou Feng arranged for the Hilton Hotel Mainz on the banks of the Rhine River. Such a room with a river view is not cheap, and Qi Ce must not be willing to part with the money.

You can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Rhine by opening the curtains. If you like, you can go to the terrace cafe downstairs to order a cup of coffee or juice, read a novel by the river wind, and look up. Occasionally, one or two boats pass by on the Rhine. Ships, which may be cruise ships, cargo ships, or work boats to clean up the river, slowly enter the port after one or two long beeps.

The side of the Rhine River where the hotel is located is the city center of Mainz, and the other side of the river is the suburbs. There are no high-rise buildings, and it looks peaceful in the afterglow of the setting sun.

With a glass of fruit juice in his hand, Zize was sitting on the terrace restaurant of the Hilton Hotel in Mainz, facing the Rhine River in a trance, and the waiter couldn't help but glance at him when he passed by Zize.

Although he can't be called handsome, he's not ugly at least. It's not a boast, but it's a boast. Qi Ce thinks that his eyes have inherited his mother's double eyelids, and they look... deep?Coupled with the mature age that does not match the appearance, there is a different kind of melancholy temperament.

The melancholy boy from the mysterious East made the young hotel waitress secretly exclaim, wow, so handsome!

In fact, Qi Ce's eyes didn't have any deep meaning. He was indeed distracted. To be exact, he was in the virtual stadium right now.

[New task: score at least three goals in the trial training game to complete the progress 0/3, task reward: football coins*10, intermediate language skills book*1]

It's so timely!

Qi Ce secretly applauded, and searched around the vending machines, and found that the language skills book is quite expensive, and the elementary skill book costs 100 football coins.

However, to score three goals in the trial game...

Qi Ce has a headache. A hat-trick is not so easy even in China B. What kind of opponent will he face when he comes to Europe this time?

It was already night when I came back to my senses. Although it is summer, the weather in Germany has little temperature difference throughout the year, and summer is not considered hot. to the room.

The imaginary game did not come soon. Early the next morning, Wu Jiawen sent Qi Ce to the training ground. Without Zhou Feng's guidance, Huangbeard Smits did not come to receive them again today. After saying goodbye to Wu Jiawen, Qi Ce entered the training ground alone. training base.

Compared with the Chongming football base that has been built in recent years, to be honest, it can be called dilapidated, with a heavy sense of history. Qi Ce was walking and observing the surroundings, and a person walked towards him.

From the looks of it, he was also a teenager, probably a player here, with blond hair and freckles around his nose.

"Ah! It's you, the kid who made a mistake yesterday!" The freckled boy raised his head and saw Qi Ce, and screamed strangely. He spoke English, which Qi Ce could understand.

However, Qi Ce didn't care about the young man's provocation. The actual age is already 30 years old, and his blood is still there, but he obviously won't be irritated by such a child. Instead, he smiled to indicate that he had noticed him, and then walked away from him past.

"You ignore me? Hey! Maybe you don't understand English?" The freckled boy seemed to have punched the cotton, feeling a little aggrieved.

"No, I can understand and speak." Qi Ce turned around and said, "It's my fault, I should have greeted you."

"You definitely won't pass the trial training here! Your skills are too bad!" The freckled boy immediately became complacent: "If it were me, I wouldn't make such a mistake even a hundred times!"

"Who knows." Zize shrugged: "In order to pass the trial training, I think I should go to training."

"If you don't believe me, I can compete with you!"

"There will be a chance."

After getting rid of the boy, Zize came to the field. It was still early and there were not many people. Soon the freckled boy ran over with a bag of footballs. Seeing him wearing training clothes, Zize remembered that he had indeed seen him yesterday. This person was the one standing at the front among the few onlookers.

Freckles threw a football over. Zize stopped and bounced a few times. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the freckled boy start to perform. He was able to stop the football firmly with his feet, knees, head, shoulders and even his back. The boy looks quite arrogant, but he is definitely not as good as him in juggling the ball.

"Hey, did you see that!" The freckled boy held the ball on his head to prevent it from falling, and yelled not far away. Qi Ce stopped the ball, put one hand on his waist, and gave a thumbs up with the other.

The teenager also stopped the ball, and shouted angrily: "Isn't it a game? Why did you stop?"

"I didn't say I wanted to compete with you."

"But you said there would be a chance."

"That's not now either."

"Not now, maybe there will be no chance in the future! You will definitely fail the trial training!"

Zize scratched his head helplessly. Didn't he say that most Germans are very stable? Why is this person different?

"Victor! Uh, and you... oh, it was yesterday, come here to pack up the ball and prepare for today's training!" The appearance of the youth training coach helped Qi Ce get out of the siege, and it was the same coach who supervised him yesterday. Before leaving, he was officially introduced to Zize. His name is Peter Neustedt.

On the second day of the trial training, it was basically no different from ordinary youth training players. First, they ran laps, warmed up exercises, and then randomly mixed groups for basic training. The main content was passing and catching the ball. The freckled boy happened to be in the group.

His name is Victor Meyer, he is only 15 years old this year, he is a midfielder, and he is an outstanding U15 member of the Mainz youth training. For a [-]-year-old kid, his technique is also one of the best.

As big as his skills are his haughty temper, he is also well-known in the youth team, and his talent and arrogance may describe such a young man.

During the training, Meyer seems to be targeting Qi Ce deliberately. Every time he passes it to Qi Ce during short pass training, the strength on his feet is always unstoppable, which makes Qi Ce very uncomfortable. Now his level has grown a lot. Less, but stopping the ball is still not Qi Ce's strong point. When he just came back from time travel, Qi Ce's stopping attribute was still 6. If he didn't rely on the skills of new stars, it can be regarded as an increase, but it has only increased so far. It's two o'clock and now it's eight.

This statistic is quite sufficient for general training of passes that are not too difficult, but when faced with the deliberate mischief of talented football teenagers, Qi Ce feels a little uncomfortable.

Sometimes the ball was bouncing, sometimes it was extremely powerful, and sometimes it was a half-high ball to the knee. Qi Ce made a high block and made some mistakes.

"You see, you definitely can't stay here!" During the break, Zice was drinking water alone, and Meier chatted with his teammates loudly, and happened to see Zice on the side.

Zize looked at him, recalling in his mind whether he had ever heard of a star named Victor Mayer in his previous life. Due to his career in football and his own hobbies in his previous life, Zize had a deep understanding of European football, and Mainz has also Bundesliga powerhouses can pay attention to it from time to time, but I have never heard of such a person.

But Meyer's skills are indeed excellent. Professional players can do it if they want to deliberately make things difficult for ordinary people in football. To make things difficult for a professional player like Qi Ce who is not bad, he must have a very high level himself.

"No one has ever told you that your skills are indeed excellent, but your personality is poor?" Qi Ce put down the kettle and looked up at the young man. He was not angry, but his words obviously angered the other party.

"What are you talking about? You bastard! You're just a foreigner, a foreigner who will leave in a few days, but I don't mind giving you a good lesson before you leave!" The freckled face twisted into a ball, The originally pretty face looked very unbearable at this time.

"Many football stars have their own personalities, but with your personality, it is difficult to become a star. Maybe you will understand in the future." Zize is not worried that the opponent will really beat him. , but it certainly won't make him really impulsive.

"Don't be so amazing! Think about your skills, it sucks! You are not qualified to say this to me! If anyone becomes a star, it can only be me, and you will never be able to!"

Under the persuasion of his teammates, Meier left cursingly. Zize looked at his back, and then closed his eyes.

Although Meier is annoying, he is right about one thing. Technology is indeed Qi Ze's weakness now.

Taking advantage of the training break, Zize entered the virtual stadium to check the vending machines, and sure enough, Meyer appeared on the list.

This kid actually wants seven football coins!

Qi Ce was secretly surprised. You must know that Bian Jun, as the main player of the Chinese Super League, has only three. Although he is a player of the Chinese Super League, Bian Jun is the main player of the adult team after all?
Surprised, Zitz still bought him and conducted passing training with him in the virtual stadium. The great thing about the virtual stadium is that he can imitate the way any player plays in reality, and even imitate the way he treats the ball. Zize's way.

The balls passed by Meyer were very difficult to catch, and Zize took it as a special training. After all, not all passes can be passed to the feet in the game.

The short-term training on the virtual stadium did not have much effect. When training resumed in the afternoon, Mayer Zitzer's opinions became more serious, and the level of making things difficult also increased a lot. Later, Neustadter saw that Meyer's movements only slightly improved after reprimanding him.

(End of this chapter)