"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Again, the sound of his foot connecting with the ball. Maël was full of energy, constantly practicing, waiting for his proficiency to change.
This was a turning point for him, one that could very well change his football career! He had to cherish it and put in even more effort.
After dozens of training sessions, Maël brought up the panel again.
[Skill: Long Shot lv1]
[Proficiency: (38/100)]
[Effect: You'll feel it slowly]
"It really has improved."
Maël's eyes lit up completely. At this rate, maybe in two or three days, he could raise his Long Shot to lv2.
What effect would it have then? Presumably, it would have a certain amount of power and accuracy.
Anticipation welled up in his heart, but then he had another question: "I just don't know how to acquire other skills?"
Long Shot was certainly a very important shooting method, more than enough to satisfy him in the early stages.
But in the long run, he couldn't just keep practicing this one skill, right?
"Could it be like today, repeatedly practicing until I comprehend it?"
Maël had some ideas in his mind, but then he didn't waste too much time thinking about it, grabbing the ball and starting shooting practice again.
No matter what, he had to raise his Long Shot first!
There wasn't much time left, he had to have a characteristic that could catch the coaching staff's attention! "Bang!"
Maël swung his leg again and unleashed a shot, but because he was too excited and put too much force into it, he kicked the ball straight into the sky.
He wasn't discouraged at all, but instead happily roared at the sky, as if everything was looking up.
If the team's equipment room hadn't closed early, he would have borrowed a few more footballs and taken a few more shots each time before retrieving them.
No, if he weren't broke, he would have hired a few ball boys to retrieve the balls for him!
But as long as he played football well in the future, why would he worry about not having money?
Maël yearned for the future. He thought that when he had money, he would buy a room full of shoes, a few villas, and a few luxury cars.
He never wanted to wear shoes with the soles coming off again, he wanted a pair of custom-made super shoes.
...
Time passed by, and the sky gradually darkened.
Maël didn't know how long he had practiced, nor how many shots he had taken.
It wasn't until his visible range decreased that he stopped, dragging his leaden right leg and carrying the ball towards the dormitory.
He brought up the panel and glanced at it. As expected, his proficiency had increased significantly again!
[Skill: Long Shot lv1]
[Proficiency: (61/100)]
[Effect: You'll feel it slowly]
"Tomorrow, I'll get more footballs to improve efficiency, and I'll definitely be able to level up to lv2!"
Even though he was soaked in sweat and exhausted, Maël felt refreshed. He hummed a little tune all the way back to the dormitory.
Not long after he finished showering, the phone suddenly rang. It was his uncle calling.
"How are these days going?" His uncle's voice came from the other end.
"Not bad, I've made a lot of progress, but I don't know if I can stay."
Maël answered truthfully. He remembered that his uncle was good to the original owner, and even though he didn't support him playing football, he certainly didn't oppose it.
It was just that due to the pressure of making a living and the pressure from his aunt, it had become increasingly difficult to support him.
If he was really afraid of him wasting money, he wouldn't have let him choose this path when he was a child.
"It's best if you can stay, but if you can't, come back here. I'll help you find an apprenticeship, and you can work your way up. Do you have enough money?"
"Enough." Maël nodded. They usually slept in the dormitory, and their daily meals were in the training base's cafeteria, so there weren't many expenses.
Especially after Coach Hans lent him a pair of soccer shoes, he basically had nothing to worry about.
"Little sister has been wanting to talk to you. I'll let her take the call, Ava!"
A series of footsteps, from far to near, came from the other end of the phone, followed by a joyful and cute childish voice: "When is Gege coming back?"
"That depends on whether Gege can stay here."
Maël smiled. His uncle's third daughter, Ava, was seven years old this year, and she had the best relationship with the original owner, and was the most adorable.
"Then can I watch Gege play soccer on TV?"
The voice on the other end was innocent and lively, "My summer vacation is coming up soon, and I can go out to play every day. I want Gege to take me to eat pizza."
"I will definitely take you when I have time."
Maël replied. Chatting with well-behaved children always made him feel like he was about to melt. He thought for a moment and smiled, "Hopefully, Gege will be playing soccer on TV during your summer vacation."
"Okay!" The other side didn't know that Gege was just making empty promises to him, nor did he know what the second sentence Gege said implied and meant.
After chatting with his uncle for a few more words, Maël hung up the phone and felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.
He turned off his phone, ready to sleep, but then he heard the phone vibrate a few times.
He reopened it, and it was a text message with the remittance record. His bank account had received 300 euros, and the balance was 529.5 euros.
A text message arrived immediately afterward, from his uncle's phone number: "It's been a long time since you bought soccer shoes. Go buy a pair tomorrow. Your uncle's ability is limited, and I can't give you too much. I hope you can get your wish at Arsenal."
Maël was stunned for a long time, with an unspeakable feeling in his heart.
Uncontrollably, a surge of power burst forth from his heart, running through his entire body. It was as if he was more than just one person.
Whether it was due to being too tired or a change in mood, he slept soundly that night.
The next day.
The sun was bright, and the breeze was gentle.
Maël felt sore all over his body after getting up, probably because of yesterday's overexertion during training.
There was no way around it. Proficiency and muscle memory were honed little by little like this.
After eating breakfast in the cafeteria, Maël went to the equipment room to borrow 10 soccer balls, and then went to the field to start shooting practice.
Today was Sunday, the only rest day of the week when the team had no training schedule.
This suited Maël's wishes perfectly. He wanted to practice Long Shots without any distractions.
Usually, Arsenal's youth training camp had two training sessions a day, divided into morning training and afternoon training.
The morning sessions were either for basic technical skills or for strength and conditioning, while the afternoon sessions were all about tactical and team coordination training.
In addition, there were two cultural lessons to be learned every week.
After a simple warm-up, placing all the soccer balls in front of the arc of the penalty area, Maël directly blasted two balls, both hitting the target with good quality.
It seemed that yesterday's proficiency improvement was gradually showing its effect.
This made him even more eager for upgrades and even more eager for the future.
*"Bang! Bang! Bang!"*
One soccer ball after another smashed into the net, causing the net to vibrate and dent violently.
Because he brought more soccer balls this time, the efficiency was higher.
The speed of proficiency improvement was also faster than yesterday.
Looking at the numbers on the panel rising rapidly, Maël's motivation was endless, and he didn't want to stop for even half a moment.
He didn't stop until he was physically exhausted at almost eleven o'clock.
A feeling of nausea suddenly came over him. Even though he had consumed a lot of energy, he had no desire to eat.
This was a reaction to the body being overexerted, which usually only occurred after a large amount of physical training.
"The more it's like this, the more you have to replenish energy."
Maël drank some water, rested for a long time, and finally forced himself to go to the cafeteria to finish lunch.
After buffering with a nap in the dormitory, at three o'clock in the afternoon, he dragged his tired body onto the training ground again, starting a new round of training.
The torment gradually intensified. After experiencing the initial excitement and freshness, the boredom and pain finally arrived.
But Maël didn't give up, nor did he reduce the amount of training.
"Bang! Bang!"
He kicked out shots one after another, even though he felt sweat pouring down like rain and the world spinning, he still numbly kicked.
Finally, after one shot, some strength suddenly poured into Maël's legs and ankles, and the muscle memory about shooting also soared.
[Skill: Brutal Long Shot lv2]
[Proficiency: (1/300)]
[Effect: After a long period of practice, your Long Shot ability is beginning to show its edge. Given sufficient preparation time and full power, you can occasionally produce excellent quality Long Shots!]
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