October 28th, a few rays of sunlight filtered through the green field in front of the house, creating a refreshing and healing sensation.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
However, Maël, who was kicking a football for shooting practice, was in no mood to appreciate this beauty.
His mind was consumed by the second and third lv5 skills, and his desire for strength improvement had reached its peak, filling his heart with longing.
Moreover, the closer one gets to a goal, the heavier the anxiety and boredom in their heart become, and the more they dislike the process, so pain fills every organ.
"Bang, bang!!"
After two more Curved Shots, Maël wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath to adjust his state.
Looking at the football under his feet and the goal in the distance, he gradually felt a sense of discomfort and nausea, as if drowning, or as if flames were burning his body and every nerve from the inside out.
Although this painful feeling only remained on the physiological level, not enough to make him lose his enjoyment of Football, he inevitably wanted to rest and upgrade Arc Blade and Arc Guiding tomorrow or the day after.
"Continue!!"
As soon as he had this thought, Maël forced himself to abandon all thoughts, first running and controlling the football.
Unlike in the past, when he needed the external help of rolling his eyes, he was now used to doing this and adjusted quickly.
Whenever he wanted to slack off, he had to remember the glamorous moments on and off the Green Field, remember the comfort after scoring and winning, and also remember the refreshing feeling after improving his strength.
These encouragements are the motivation for him to keep moving forward and will accompany him throughout his life.
"Bang, bang!!"
Maël gritted his teeth and kicked one football after another, pouring all his strength into each kick, pursuing the highest quality.
It was this kind of training that allowed him to debut in the EFL Championship as the Newcomer King, to win the highest honor in the Premier League as a hegemon, and also to win the European Cup, possessing the first Truth-Level skill of lv5! This is his wealth, which can be compared to his money tree, and something will fall off with every kick!
Therefore, there is no need to feel bored, but to savor the positive feedback! Grind!!
"Ha, hey..." After comforting himself, he still couldn't help but sigh after dozens of shots, and the feeling of giving up surged in his heart.
He quickly abandoned this idea again, forcing himself to move first, and so on and so forth, until 2 pm, until Safina came out three times to urge him to come in for lunch.
"Buzz, buzz!" Maël's whole body seemed to vibrate slightly, but of course, this was just an illusion. What really felt refreshed was his legs and feet, as well as his brain.
He knew that the second lv5 was coming!
Heavy Cannon is no longer alone!!
[Skill: Extreme Arc Heavy Slash lv5]
[Proficiency: (MAX/MAX)]
[Effect: After countless practices, one day you suddenly have a wonderful feeling, as if breaking the shackles and reaching a new level! Your Curved Shot ability has truly reached its peak and has reached perfection!]
"What a chuuni name."
Maël complained, but a natural and cheerful feeling arose all over his body, making him couldn't help but grin, "Haha... Hahaha!!! Wuhu!!"
The 'max' in the proficiency column seemed to be magnified countless times, flashing and dancing in his mind, causing him to secrete endorphins like crazy.
And the same effect as lv5 Long Shot made him have a joyful fantasy - any skill, in the lv1-lv4 stage, has its own advantages and disadvantages, and these advantages and disadvantages will make them have different effectiveness evaluations.
But a maxed-out skill, a truly ultimate skill, can only be one thing: the pinnacle, the epitome!
"爽 (Shuang)!" [T/N: roughly translates to "Awesome!"]
All the boredom and pain disappeared, replaced by several times the joy. Maël couldn't help but twist his body a few times, then burst into laughter, "Haha... Ahahaha...!!"
"Creak." The door opened, and Safina suddenly walked out of the inner room, her eyes wide as she looked at Maël, who seemed to be going crazy, revealing an awkward and embarrassed expression that made everyone feel awkward.
Maël: "..."
Safina: "..."
"What are you doing?"
Maël stopped smiling and walked towards the inner room to have lunch. "Nothing, I just thought of something happy."
"That must be really happy." Safina pursed her lips and led Maël into the house, then went to the kitchen to heat up the dishes.
After eating and drinking his fill, Maël rested for a while, swam a few laps to relieve his Muscle Fatigue, and then went out, enthusiastically starting the second lv5 skill training.
"Bang bang!!"
This time, José stood opposite him, doing Long Pass and Cross training with him, using both his left and right feet.
Maël concentrated on every movement, stopping each ball well and then, without much delay, flicking his ankle to kick a high and accurate spinning ball, and also increasing the difficulty by picking up full speed every time he crossed.
"How's that Ball Control?! Whew! Look at me, can I play in the Premier League!"
"Seriously, you should recommend me to Wenger. Although there's no precedent for this in Football, I feel like I'm capable."
"I'm not saying anything else, but at least I'll lead Arsenal to a Champions League title before I'm 40."
"Hahahaha...!"
"..."
This time, with José's company and constant jokes, the boring atmosphere was slightly better, and he often smiled along with José's positive emotions.
But after a while, he noticed that the smile on José's face was getting less and less, and his whole person fell into depression.
"Still training?"
After another period of time, José stopped the ball under his foot after a Ball Control, wiped his sweat, and said, "Maël, although I've said many times that you don't need to train extra now, I also understand your ambition to continue improving your strength and reach a higher position.
"But this thing about Crosses and Long Passes, I clearly feel that you're already kicking very well, why are you torturing yourself like this?"
Maël walked to the side to get other footballs, and said, "Without confrontation, my Long Passes and Crosses all look like they hit the mark every time, but it's different in the game.
"I not only want Beckham's passing ability, his assists in a season are 10+, half of which may be high-ball assists.
"For me, that's not enough. I hope that just the high-ball Cross alone can help me get at least 10-15 assists per season, or even more, so... catch!"
"Bang!!" Without giving José a chance to react, he took a new ball and kicked it out, continuing to train.
"Pa!"
José stopped the ball in a panic, glanced at Maël, and showed a bitter expression, but still kicked the ball out, whispering, "Even if you're better than Beckham, it's too difficult to get the Premier League Assists Leader title with high balls in a single season."
He actually had no intention of not accompanying Maël in training. He was his employer, the person he served, and a good friend. How could he go against the other party's training wishes.
It's just that when people are about to reach their limit, they inevitably complain a little.
"Boom!!"
"Buzz buzz buzz!" Another half hour passed, and the feeling of trembling all over reappeared on Maël's body, causing him to sit down on the ground, supporting himself with his hands behind him as he raised his head.
The third one is here!
Upgrading on the same day!
"Hoo!" Maël tried his best to control his excitement and inner joy, even wanting to make his deep breaths seem more even.
But in José's view, his deep breath was still very rapid and fast, and a significant brightness appeared on his face, as if he had suddenly received some good news.
"What's wrong?" José stepped forward and came to Maël's side, asking curiously.
"Nothing."
Maël had no time to pay attention to him, only caring about suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, only caring about looking at the introduction of lv5 Cross.
[Skill: Precise Guidance lv5]
[Proficiency: (MAX/MAX)]
[Effect: After countless practices, one day you suddenly have a wonderful feeling, as if breaking shackles and reaching a new level! Your crossing ability has truly reached its peak, reaching a perfect state!]
MAX again!
Reaching the peak again!
The third one! "Cough cough." Maël gritted his teeth and looked at José beside him, "Why don't you tell a joke?"
"Huh?" José looked dumbfounded, thinking he had misheard.
After realizing that these words did indeed come from Maël's mouth, he walked to Maël's side and stared at Maël's face for a while, wondering if Maël was possessed.
"Tell a joke."
"Um..." José, not knowing what was going on, thought for a long time, but ultimately decided not to go against his employer's wishes, "Someone kept saying that he thought God was a very serious elder, how should I make him laugh, do you know how that person answered?"
"Hmm?"
"That person said, if you want to make God laugh, then tell him about your life plans and schemes."
José pursed his lips and smiled after speaking, seeming to think he had a bit of a sense of humor.
But he didn't expect Maël to burst out laughing while holding his shoulders as if he had suddenly gone berserk, "Hahaha!! Ahahahaha...!!"
A few embarrassed expressions also appeared on José's face. He stared at Maël for a while, and found that the other party's happiness didn't seem fake.
He frowned, really wanting to point at himself and ask... Me... Do I have a sense of humor? After thinking for a long time, a little more confidence suddenly appeared between his brows, as if he had suddenly discovered a merit of his own.
"Hoo, let's go, José!"
Maël put his arm around José and walked towards the house, excitedly saying, "I'll treat you all to a big meal tonight!"
He now had a kind of joyful feeling of 'a riot of color dazzling the eyes'. It wasn't that he was inflated, mainly because the current him was indeed very different from the him of yesterday.
Long Shot, Curved Shot, and Cross, these three skills that were practiced almost the earliest, finally ushered in the end of their potential, turning all their potential into strength!
And he will rely on these 3 skills to reach even higher levels! In the match against Chelsea in 3 days, he should be able to discover the changes in his performance on the field.
After finishing October and playing through the matches in November and December, he will probably understand how much this skill will bring him!
"Okay, okay." José smiled happily, walking into the house with Maël with cheerful steps.
The next day or two passed in a very peculiar atmosphere.
Maël often saw this scene: José surrounded Safina and Davis, telling some very boring jokes, and then making himself laugh every time, only to receive polite smiles from the others.
Immediately following was a burst of awkwardness. José's brow was always furrowed in thought and doubt, and then he would open his computer in his room searching for something, occasionally clapping his hands in applause.
On October 31st, just before driving to the Colney Base to board the bus, Maël saw José sneaking to Safina's side again.
"Safina, do you know why Europeans don't get angry?" José's hands were propped on the kitchen counter, leaning in with a smile.
Safina glanced at José, her face clearly showing 'here we go again' speechlessness, but she quickly retracted her gaze and pretended to ask with interest, "Why?"
"Because Europe has almost run out of gas." José said this with a quirky expression, already unable to close his mouth during the process, and after finishing, he spread his voice throughout the entire building, "Hahahaha!!"
Safina squeezed out an ugly smile, nodded, and then gave Harry a look towards the door.
Outside the door, Davis, who was helping Maël get things from the garage, looked at the kitchen as he walked back and couldn't help but laugh, "José is starting again? Is he really obsessed? Why do you think he's doing this? He wasn't like this before."
"I don't know." Maël also glanced at José, "Actually, he's quite funny, but not because of the jokes, but because of himself."
"Haha!" Davis laughed twice, "In this regard, you are much more talented than José."
"But some people also say I'm awkward." Maël put the last strip of kinesiology tape into his backpack, picked up the bag and stood up, "It seems that a successful man is destined to have no shortage of criticism on his path."
"Hahaha!!" The two laughed together, and Maël finally waved goodbye to everyone, "Wait for my good news, count how many goals I can score tonight!"
6:40 PM, press conference time.
Inside Stamford Bridge stadium, multiple interview points had camera lenses pointed at many people related to this Premier League Round 9 top-of-the-table clash.
"Chelsea's form is indeed very good, they are worthy opponents."
The first person to appear in the pre-match broadcast footage on various TV stations was Maël. In the camera, he was sunny and handsome, but with a mischievous smile on his face, "But obviously, their attacking line is not in as good a state as Arsen... no, as I am."
After speaking, he leaned back and smiled, then brushed past the reporter.
The camera turned to the reporter, and then to Ribery, who was walking from not far behind. Everyone felt a sense of gunpowder.
"Ribery, did you hear what Maël said? Do you think this is mocking your Avengers Alliance..." The reporter pointed the microphone at Ribery again, but was interrupted by Ribery before he could finish speaking.
Ribery grabbed the microphone and said, "There is no alliance, I will not answer any related questions.
"But I will answer this, we always put the team first, and value the final victory above everything else.
"Individual strength has no impact on the result, only the success of the team can make people remember."
Soon, the camera flashed, and Fabregas also appeared in front of another billboard, listening to the reporter's questions.
"Fabregas, this is not your first time playing against your old club Arsenal, what are your feelings now?"
Fabregas scratched his eyes, thought for a moment, and replied, "We are here for victory, nothing else, and it's hard to talk about any feelings.
"This is a crucial match, a very important match for both sides, and I believe Chelsea will achieve victory in all important matches.
"Last time we faced Arsenal, we weren't well-coordinated. Today's Chelsea is a different Chelsea, but Arsenal is still that Arsenal, and that guy is still that guy."
Finally, the camera focused on Wenger, and people saw some of the worry on his face that was common in previous seasons. He seemed to have something on his mind.
Seeing the reporter approach, he forced a few smiles, but they looked very awkward.
In a later question, a reporter observed his abnormality and asked about it.
Wenger looked up and stared straight into the camera, as if he was talking to someone, "Indeed, some unpleasant things have happened. I feel that any of us, any team, must live very carefully, because many people are watching you and your team.
"They use all means to try to take something away from you, to steal something from you."
His words had hidden meaning, but in the end, he still smoothed everything over, "Of course, the unpleasant things must be separated from the second half of the sentence. The former is my private matter, and the latter is a public matter.
"I know Chelsea wants to take victory from us, but they will not succeed."
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