pertwk Chapter 49 Carlos's Outer Foot Heavy Cannon Template
Chapter 49 Carlos's Outer Foot Heavy Cannon Template
[Roberto Carlos's outside-of-the-foot powerful shot template (apprentice)]
Proficiency: 7/80
Grass!
Why is it an offensive template again?!
Ok?
Hao Ren started to complain, but then realized that something seemed off.
Carlos?
Is that correct?
This was once the Brazilian national team's powerful striker, the creator of that amazing outside-of-the-foot free kick!
Memories flooded his mind, and Hao Ren quickly opened his browser, entered the keyword "Carlos Heavy Cannon," and soon found the video he wanted to watch.
However, before Hao Ren could even open the video, a strange pain suddenly swept through his body.
Holy crap!
[Shots on goal: 57 → 60]
[Physical contact: 72→73]
[Set piece: 47→52]
After about ten seconds, the pain gradually disappeared, turning into a slight itching sensation.
call!
Hao Ren let out a long breath.
After a few seconds of reflection, he had gained a general understanding of the technical characteristics of the outside-of-the-foot cannon.
This thing really does defy the laws of physics. Even with muscle memory now, Hao Ren still doesn't believe he can kick a shot like that from so far away...
In order to gain a deeper understanding of Carlos's outside-of-the-foot long-range shots, Hao Ren quickly turned on the video.
Times are changing, and football training can't rely solely on systems; it also needs the help of technology!
Hmm... the image quality is a bit bad, but it's still legible.
In the match between Brazil and France, the referee blew his whistle and awarded Brazil a direct free kick.
In the footage, Carlos, wearing a yellow jersey, begins to slowly retreat, at a distance of more than 30 meters from the goal.
Carlos takes a running start!
boom!
A crisp sound rang out as Carlos struck the ball with his left foot, sending it through a strange arc before it entered the goal.
"..."
Hao Ren took a deep breath in front of the computer.
This is fucking...
Carlos's outside-of-the-foot technique is used on his left foot, and the system thoughtfully mirrored this template onto his right foot so that Hao Ren could use it.
In other words, as long as you raise your template proficiency to the replica level and then train enough strength, you can kick out a super heavy cannon like Carlos.
Well!
Thinking of this, Hao Ren's heart began to race.
Although an offensive playstyle isn't what I want right now, since it's Carlos...
Ugh.
This is the last time, absolutely the last time!
Hao Ren secretly made up his mind.
We can't continue down this wrong path!
After shutting down the computer and getting up from his chair, Hao Ren suddenly remembered something and checked his templates again.
[Xabi Alonso's Standard Long Pass Template (Replica)]
Proficiency: -201/0
Hao Ren put his mind to work for a moment, and a clear plan emerged in his mind.
1. Pay off the loan from [Standard Long-Term Transfer];
2. Train the [Outer Foot Heavy Cannon] skill to the advanced level;
3. Initiate a loan for the [Outer Foot Heavy Cannon Template]!
According to Hao Ren's plan, these three steps should be completed within a week, at which time his [Outer Foot Heavy Cannon Template] will reach...
Expert level!
……
Snapped!
[Xabi Alonso's Standard Long Pass Template (Replica)]
Proficiency: -176/0
……
Proficiency: -147/0
[Leo Messi's mate tea effect triggered, you gain an additional 1 proficiency point]
On the training field, Hao Ren raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then shook his hand away after the sweat had soaked into his hand.
The repayment speed was about what I expected, or perhaps even a little faster.
"Goodman!"
"Hmm, Chicken Bro, what's wrong?"
Seeing Kimmich approach, Hao Ren turned around, and the two inexplicably started shoving each other.
"No, Goode, why does being my master mean you're my father? That doesn't make sense!"
"Hey, come on! Bro, why are you nitpicking all this? We're all buddies, can't we just be casual?"
"hiss……"
Kimmich took a step back.
That's how it is in Leipzig's first team: as soon as someone says the word "bro," any conflict has to end there.
"But good, this KFC combo is really tasty and makes me feel quite hungry."
Kimmich patted his belly, and his gaze toward Hao Ren held a hint of admiration.
Perhaps only Goodman could come up with such a combination!
Kimmich and Hao Ren walked side by side, preparing to go to the edge of the field to get a few drinks.
"How should I put it this month? There are a total of 4 league matches. Mr. Goodman, how many victories are you prepared to take?"
"We're sure to win everything!"
"We're sure to win everything!"
"Don't you dare imitate me. Are you trying to set me up?"
Hao Ren pointed at Kimmich's nose and shoved him hard.
"Ha ha!"
"I knew it, hey, Yusuf, see?
Kimmich found Poulsen in the distance, then pointed with his index finger at Hao Ren beside him, his eyes filled with the joy of a successful prediction.
"Ugh."
Hao Ren shook his head and joked with Kimmich.
"You're too naive, Chicken Bro. You can imitate what people say, but can you imitate my greatness? You should learn more from Mr. Goodman."
"Oh! I understand, Master!"
Kimmich's expression instantly turned serious, and he quickly saluted Hao Ren.
"Wait a minute, that's not right. Four league matches, what about the German Cup?"
Hao Ren suddenly thought of something.
I remember they just won a German Cup match a few days ago, so they should have advanced.
Kimmich was also a bit stumped by Hao Ren's question, as both of them were clearly unfamiliar with the German Cup. In the end, it was the kind-hearted goalkeeper Belot who provided the answer.
"We've already advanced to the round of 16, but the round of 16 matches won't be played until next year; the draw hasn't even started yet."
"Besides, we don't really need to pay too much attention to the German Cup. Look at Ralf, he doesn't even study it."
"Why?" Bellot's words piqued Kimmich's curiosity.
"Brother Chicken, isn't it obvious?"
Hao Ren quickly patted Kimmich on the shoulder: "Ralf chickened out again, thinking we're going to get thrashed by Bundesliga teams, so he just gave up on the German Cup."
"Haha! So you think we can beat Bundesliga teams? Aren't you a maggot? Maggots can't beat Bundesliga teams."
As soon as Kimmich finished speaking, laughter erupted across half the training field.
"Fuck, can you please stop using the word 'maggot'?!"
……
At 2:11 AM Beijing time on November 4th, there were still half an hour until the 12th round of the German Second Division match between RB Leipzig and Kaiserslautern.
[Reserve a seat in the front row]
[Does Hao Qiuwang have any pre-match interviews or anything? I feel restless if I don't hear Hao Qiuwang speak for a day.]
[Who is the commentator favoring? This away team seems pretty strong today. Will Leipzig get upset?]
November will be tough, but I still have high hopes for Leipzig. Based on my assessment, Rangnick is truly a capable manager.
Why hasn't Evergrande released their youth training model featuring Hao Yaning yet? What are they waiting for?
"..."
"Beep!!"
"Okay, the match begins!"
"The timing of today's match is a bit inconvenient, but it's still quite worth watching."
"The second-place team in the 2. Bundesliga is facing the fourth-place team, guys!"
"Leipzig is going to lose... Leipzig lose my ass! If you say Leipzig is trash again, I'll ban you right away. I'm not as easy to talk to as other streamers. If you want to hear something gentle, go to the female streamer next door."
"Damn it, don't actually go when I tell you to! Can't you guys have some self-respect? Are those female streamers even half as professional as your brother Chao?"
"I'm telling you right now, Leipzig will definitely win today, okay? Hao Ren is invincible right now."
"I'm taking out the money I'd spend on a foot massage tomorrow night; if I win, I'll use it for a raffle for my buddies!"
"..."