legendary midfielder

Chapter 4 Miserable Attributes

After careful and repeated examinations by the hospital, Zhang Xu's body was indeed fine.

The doctor in charge of the examination thought that Zhang Xu's body was as strong as a prehistoric monster, and it was unnecessary to come to the hospital for examination.

Luo Rente shook his head with a wry smile, dragged Zhang Xu back and rushed back. Before arriving at the training base, he received a call from Philip.

"Well, yes, there is really no problem. Okay, uh, what?! Are you sure?" Suddenly, Luo Rente, who was on the phone, turned his head in shock and looked at Zhang Xu who was still in a daze: "Uh, okay, I'll let him answer the phone."

As he spoke, he handed the phone to Zhang Xu, and found that Zhang Xu was still in a daze, so he patted him on the shoulder to wake him up: "Zhang, Mr. Philip's call."

"Oh, yes! Thank you, Mr. Luo Rente." Zhang Xu turned his head and put the phone to his ear: "Mr. Philip, it's me. You asked me to go back to school. Don't worry, I will pack my luggage after I go back."

"zhang," Philip's slightly excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "I don't think you need to rush to pack your luggage, because congratulations, you passed!"

"Passed? What passed?" Apparently Zhang Xu was still a little confused, so he asked a little silly.

"Silly boy, you have passed our team's trial training, that is to say, you can talk to the club about signing. Boy, I think you don't have an agent, do you need me to give you some good advice?"

"Passed? Signed the contract?" Hearing these two words, Zhang Xu, who was ecstatic, was suddenly dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears.

After failing so many times, he had long given up hope of success in the trial training.So when success really came, it was a bit hard for him to accept it.

"Finally, it worked! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

No matter who it is, if he can still keep calm at this time, then there is really something wrong with his mind.

Half an hour later, in Philip's office, a contract was placed in front of Zhang Xu.

This is not a contract for a youth player, but a contract for a semi-professional player. The weekly salary is only 100 euros, which is equivalent to a monthly salary of about 4500 yuan in China.

This salary is already very low in the European football world, but for a player like Zhang Xu who is 19 years old and has little training value, it already feels a bit caring.

Fortunately, Zhang Xu doesn't care about the salary, what he cares about is that he is finally on the road to his football dream.

After signing his Chinese and French names three times, five times and two times, Zhang Xu handed the contract to Philip.

"Aren't you going to take a closer look at the details behind it?" Philip asked.

"No, I trust you, Mr. Philip. If you want to harm me, you can just send me out of the team. There is no need to go to such trouble. Moreover," Zhang Xu said with a little gratitude in his tone, "I know, you are a good person!"

Philip chuckled, and readily accepted this good card.

"Now that the contract is signed, I have to explain some things to you clearly, because you are still a college student. Although there is no conflict with signing the player contract, I still hope that playing football will not affect your studies."

"So, you have to go back to school right away, finish a few homework exams, and then go back to the club to participate in team training."

"I heard that you studied sports at school? It's good. It just complements your football. Perhaps, at some point in the future, our team's training will require you to provide professional technical guidance, haha!" Philip laughed.

"Okay, Mr. Philip." Zhang Xu also laughed.

Back at the Sixth University of Paris, Zhang Xu didn't pick up the textbooks to review his homework at the first time, but hid in the bed in the dormitory, checking the "super midfield training system" that baffled him.

"Start the super midfield training system!" Zhang Xu gave an order in his heart.

"Follow me! The super midfield training system is starting, 5,4,3,2,1, [-], [-], [-], [-]"

Accompanied by the cold mechanical voice in his mind, an immersive title animation appeared in front of Zhang Xu's eyes
A player rampages on the field, steals, surpasses, passes, shoots, and is omnipotent. Trophies and medals shine on him with charming light, and finally converge into eight big characters: super midfield training system!
"The system is started, please give specific instructions to the host!"

"Hey, how do you give an order here?" Zhang Xu was a little confused. There was no mouse, no buttons, and no prompts. How could he give an order?

"Sorry, it's the first time to start, the interface switching is slow, wait a moment!"

Zhang Xu suddenly had a black line.

After 3 minutes, the belated interface finally switched out.

The background is a picture of a shining championship trophy in the center of the court. The green grass and the golden trophy complement each other, which is particularly charming.

On the background, there are four buttons with the words: "Player Module", "Training Module", "Task Module", and "Honor Module".

"Let's look at the player module first." Zhang Xu thought about it, and decided to look at the first one: the player module.

Soon the player module was opened, and it was divided into two items, one was to check personal attributes, and the other was to check other people's attributes.

"Check personal attributes!" Zhang Xu was very curious about his attributes, and immediately opened his attribute page.

"Name: Zhang Xu
Rating: 0
Experience points: 0/100 (allocated attribute points: 0)

Nickname: none
Nationality: Chinese

Birthplace: Xiangbei City

Date of birth: April 1993, 5

Height: 181cm
Weight: 78KG
Worth: 0 euros”

Seeing this, Zhang Xu was speechless immediately, it seemed that he was really worthless at all!

Well, keep watching, maybe there will be surprises.

He comforted himself and continued to look down.

"Number of national team appearances: 0
National team goals: 0
Olympic team appearances: 0
Number of goals scored by the Olympic team: 0
Left/right foot: 3/7
Current ability/potential ability: 21/32 (minimum 30 for professional players, maximum 99)
Current physical fatigue/status: 12/77 (up to 99)"

"Okay, I know I'm terrible, so I'm already so bad, I really haven't reached the standard of a professional player! Moreover, my potential value has just surpassed the line of a professional player!" Zhang Xu was hit hard, feeling frustrated and lost.

"Technical attribute (single attribute up to 99):
Crosses: 18 Dribbles: 22 Shots: 14 Headed: 23
Long shot: 08 Marking: 11 Passing: 12 Stealing: 21
Stops: 25 Skills: 17 Penalties: 16 Corners: 13
Set-pieces: 11 Throw-ins: 9"

"Spiritual attributes:
Aggression: 41 Anticipation: 14 Bravery: 75 Calm: 65
Concentration: 47 Vision: 03 Decision: 31 Determination: 77
Imagination: 4 Impact: 66 Off-ball movement: 16
Positional Sense: 11 Teamwork: 5 Work Engagement: 89"

"Physical attributes:
Explosive power: 78 Flexibility: 41 Balance: 39 Bounce: 74
Physique: 83 Speed: 89 Stamina: 85 Strength: 82"

"hidden attribute:
Injury Propensity: 33 Stability: 64 Dirty: 6
Contest Plays: 55 Position Diversity: 13"

"Player personality:
Adaptability: 79 Ambition: 94 Loyalty: 91
Stress resistance: 88 Professionalism: 83
Sportsmanship: 86 Emotional Control: 74"

After reading his own attributes, Zhang Xu let out a long sigh. It turns out that he is really a waste!In addition to the physical and psychological attributes that are passable, the numbers of other key attributes, such as technical attributes and vision, anticipation, teamwork, etc., are pitifully small.

This is the real gap between myself and professional players!

Zhang Xu was not overwhelmed by his miserable attributes, but instead aroused his unwillingness to admit defeat.

He clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind that no matter how rubbish his attributes are now, he believed that as long as he went through unremitting efforts and strict training, he would definitely be able to become a qualified professional player!

(End of this chapter)