Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

The gate of the Inter Milan training base.

After training, Barrera was the first to drive out.

"Why are these reporters still squatting here, there's no end to it!"

He cursed, ignored the long guns and short guns that were stretched out at him, and left without opening the car window with a kick of the gas pedal.

But the players who came out later were not so lucky.

They were blocked at the gate by reporters.

"Bastoni, the through pass from De Bruyne just passed your gap, which caused Aguero's single-handedly. When passing the ball, were you distracted, which caused this goal? ?”

"I would like to ask Eriksson, you have played for Tottenham in the Premier League for many years. It stands to reason that you should be familiar with Manchester City's style of play. Why did you hide the whole team at the Etihad in the first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals?" Field? Is it because Inter Milan’s teammates are not as good as yours at Tottenham?”

"Danbu, please wait a moment, Danbu! Why didn't you make a pass in the last game? Is this Conte's tactical arrangement, or is it that you are restricted and can't pass the ball?"

"Ashley Young, please wait!"

"Sanchez, you haven't played for a long time. I heard that you have conflicts with Conte. Is this true? Will you leave Inter Milan this summer?"

After the defeat against Manchester City in the last game, the media reporters followed up

They tirelessly asked Inter Milan players all kinds of nasty questions, and once they caught a little trouble, they added fuel and vinegar, and immediately published an article.

After all, this is Inter Milan's first loss of the season!

After Ye Chen finished the day's training, he stood on the terrace on the roof of the apartment building and looked at the Meazza Stadium in the distance. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the cement-colored outline gradually disappeared and merged with the golden sunset.

call……

He took a deep breath.

What a frustrating week!

Ye Chen originally thought that after the team defeated Juventus, the team's main rival, the team's morale was high, and they could take advantage of this morale boost to win Manchester City.

But unexpectedly, the team was beaten without temper in the away game, and was finally killed.

When Inter Milan remained undefeated before, the local Italian media even chanted the slogan of Inter Milan winning the Champions League undefeated this season.

But now that they have lost a game, some media have posted that internal strife broke out in the Inter Milan team, and Conte has lost control of the locker room...

Chasing rumors and making gimmicks, but they are really good at it!

In addition, Ye Chen has another puzzle in his heart.

According to the mission of the Shaolin football system, if the Iron Cloth Golden Bell Shade wants to be promoted to the second level, it must win the confrontation with 100 players.

He remembered this task very clearly, so in the subsequent games, he intentionally increased the number of confrontations with his opponents.

Now twenty or so big and small competitions have passed, and it stands to reason that Ye Chen has won the confrontation with more than 100 people.

But why hasn't the system upgraded the Iron Cloth Golden Bell Cover?

Ye Chen couldn't understand it.

After much deliberation, he decided to seek help from Master Wu Neng.

Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the terrace in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A gust of gentle evening wind blew by, Ye Chen smelled the scent of sandalwood in the meditation room, and entered the systematic meditation mode.

Boom!

Ye Chen fell into a grass field.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Xuanwu Lake not far away, a sea of ​​flames!

The soaring flames dyed the sky red, as if the sun in the sky had fallen into the lake!

On the surface of the lake, there were no ripples, replaced by fire dragons swimming around under the strong wind.

The flames were flying all over the sky, the blood red haze in the sight, the gray ashes rose up, and the visibility was extremely low.

"Oops, Xuanwu Lake in Shaolin, why did it catch fire?"

The scorching heat wave hit, Ye Chen's forehead instantly burst into beads of sweat.

The beads of sweat were as hot as boiling water, causing Ye Chen's face to ache.

"Master Wu Neng, where are you, Master Wu Neng!"

Ye Chen ignored the pain in his body and began to look for Master Wu Neng.

In the past, as soon as I entered the meditation mode, I could find Master Wu Neng, waiting for me with a smile on my face.

But Ye Chen searched the shore for a long time, seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, Wu Neng was nowhere to be seen.

Just when Ye Chen was so tired that his mouth was dry, a voice came from behind him.

"Ye Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you all right?"

Ye Chen turned his head abruptly.

On the top of the stone pavilion behind him, Master Wu Neng was lying on the corner of the eaves like a sleeping Buddha, staring at him meaningfully.

"Master," Ye Chen saluted Buddha with both hands, "I have been busy with competitions these days, so I have delayed my practice, so I ask Master to punish me."

Ye Chen is indeed very busy these days, and has much less time for meditation.

But being busy with the competition was only one of the reasons, Ye Chen did not mention the other reasons.

Ye Chen felt that, for some reason, in recent days, through the meditation mode, his level had not improved very much.

In the past, after training in the meditation mode once, the values ​​of passing and shooting accuracy can be positively improved by three or four points.

But now, after working so hard to complete a meditation task, sometimes I can't improve a single point.

Ye Chen felt that it was not worth the money, so he seldom went to Master Wu Neng for meditation.

In addition, after signing up as Mendes' agent, there were more advertising and entertainment, and a lot of time was allocated.

After gradually growing into Inter Milan's number one star, Ye Chen was invited to attend many of the club's commercial promotions and public welfare promotions.

Therefore, in Ye Chen's free time, the time that can be used in meditation mode is further compressed.

"Okay, it's good if you can come."

Master Wu Neng was noncommittal and didn't say much.

Ye Chen stood on the ground of the stone pavilion, looking up at Wu Neng who was sleeping in the corner of the eaves.

"Master, why did the fire spread in Xuanwu Lake? This disciple is so stupid that it's hard to imagine why the fire broke out on the surface of the lake."

Monk Wu Neng turned his head slightly, glanced at the blazing Xuanwu Lake, then turned over and landed on the ground.

Ye Chen was sweating profusely from the fire, his face was flushed, and his clothes were already soaked and stuck to his back.

But he noticed that although Master Wu Neng was shirtless, his face was calm, his face and body were clean, not a single drop of sweat remained.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Wu Neng didn't answer Ye Chen's question directly.

Ye Chen hesitated for a while, then asked:

"The disciple has doubts in his heart."

"Recently, my disciple lost a very important match, and I felt depressed. I originally thought that after the Iron Cloth Golden Bell Cover was upgraded, I would borrow new skills to improve my ability and defeat my opponent."

"However, I have clearly completed the task of leveling up, but I haven't seen any feedback. Today, I came here to ask Master Wu Neng for advice, and I also asked Master to give my disciple some advice!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Chen clasped his hands together, bent down towards Wu Neng, and performed a deep Buddhist salute.

Wu Neng's sharp-edged and resolute face showed a trace of the kindness of a monk.

He pointed to the burning Xuanwu Lake in the distance:

"Ye Chen, Xuanwu Lake is on fire. I have a mission for you to put out the fire and keep Shaolin safe."