"Lance, why are you standing here? Co eat with us."
Thomas Müller's Chinese nickna, "Er Wa" (Second Baby), perfectly matches his personality.
In the Bayern Munich first team, Thomas Müller is everyone's ray of sunshine, the team's mood-maker.
Every ti Lance saw him, he would see his goofy, genuine smile.
"Thomas!"
Lance thought about how to phrase it, then decided to just lay it all out for him.
Given their relationship, Müller should help him.
Indeed, after listening carefully to Lance's predicant, Thomas Müller's smile vanished.
His face was filled with righteous indignation:
"How could he do that? Even if your contract expired, what's wrong with staying at the base for three more days?"
"Right? But I can only bla myself for not having enough talent to stay... Sigh, a contract is a contract."
Lance deliberately lowered his head and sighed, feeling a bit manipulative.
How could Müller watch his little brother be bullied?
He was definitely going to help with this!
"Co on, it's just the cafeteria! I'll take you in! Let's see who dares to stop you!"
Led by first-team player Thomas Müller, Lance entered the cafeteria without any hindrance and enjoyed a delicious al to fill his stomach.
He even followed Müller to the first-team's exclusive bathhouse, where he enjoyed sauna baths, steam rooms, and relaxing massages from Bayern's first-team masseurs.
His tired muscles were relieved, and he felt incredibly refreshed after leaving!
"You don't have anywhere to stay either, do you?"
"That's right."
"No worries, my house is quite big. You can stay in my guest room for now, and tomorrow I'll take you to the first-team training ground."
Hiss—
Upon hearing the words "my house is quite big," Lance inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.
"Good thing Müller isn't Brother Jie." (T/N: A sex assaulter who likes n)
Wait, who is Brother Jie?
That's not important.
Having a place to stay and being able to use the first team's facilities to scrape by for three days, what more could he ask for?
Thomas Müller's car was an Audi RS5 Coupe, a gift from the Audi Group.
Lance looked at it with imnse envy.
He had long fantasized about buying a supercar and cruising around after becoming a professional superstar.
However, Lance's apprentice contract only paid him 500 euros a week.
Over three years, Lance's apprentice salary increased from 100 euros to 500 euros.
According to the German tax system, salaries for apprentice contracts for those under 16 were considered "educational allowances" and were not subject to tax.
So Lance did not spend any money from his family during his training, earning a total of around 45,000 euros.
He now had nearly 30,000 euros in savings, so a sports car would have to be a used one, which was not currently within Lance's consideration.
Upon arriving at the two-story house Thomas Müller had purchased, Lance finally had a temporary place to stay.
The next morning, the two returned to the Bayern training base together for training.
In the parking lot, as they got out of Müller's Audi, they happened to run into Erik ten Hag, who had just parked his car.
"Lance? Why are you still here? Didn't I say you were prohibited from entering the base? Your youth training contract has already expired!"
Erik ten Hag's expression was a bit grim.
Before Lance could speak, Thomas Müller spoke first.
"Mr. ten Hag, Lance is not a youth player, but a first-team trial player. You have no right to expel him."
"Impossible, he's on trial with the first team?"
Erik ten Hag was dumbfounded.
"If you don't believe , confront Mr. Guardiola, the first team's head coach."
"I..."
Erik ten Hag's face shifted.
He had only been employed for a month and was a nobody in the football world, just a re reserve team coach.
Guardiola was a world-renowned coach; how could he possibly go confront him?
If it really was Guardiola's decision, Erik ten Hag wouldn't dare say a word.
"My God, that's really outrageous."
Erik ten Hag just shook his head and turned to leave.
In any case, with Lance's ability, it was impossible for him to stay in the first team. He would leave within a week, so Erik ten Hag didn't need to worry.
Watching the bald man get stumped, Lance finally felt a sense of relief.
"Thanks, Thomas."
"It's nothing, let's go, ti for training."
Lance followed Thomas Müller into the first team's gym.
So first-team players were already there, including football superstars like Miroslav Klose, Arjen Robben, Franck Ribéry, and Manuel Neuer.
These players had just won the Champions League title and stood at the pinnacle of Europe just over a month ago.
Lance could train with the Champions League starting lineup, which made his weightlifting even more energetic.
Stars like Robben and Ribéry noticed a young Asian face and couldn't help but feel a little curious.
However, since he was brought by Thomas Müller, and was wearing Bayern Munich's own training uniform, he was most likely a youth academy junior.
The first-team players basically said nothing, tacitly accepting Lance's presence.
Just like that, Lance stayed at the Bayern Munich training base for these three days.
Aside from first-team tactical training, Lance could participate in other strength and ball training sessions.
Even the first-team head coach, Guardiola, noticed Lance's presence.
"Thomas, who is he? I didn't know there was a trial player."
"It's like this, Pep."
Thomas Müller explained Lance's situation with a smile.
He didn't need to hide it from the head coach. After all, it was only three days of training.
Aside from Erik ten Hag, that narrow-minded person, who else would care?
Guardiola was busy preparing for the new season every day; how could he possibly care about a 16-year-old player?
"I see, that's good. The young man is really hardworking."
Guardiola even praised Lance.
However, from his juggling, ball control, and other movents, his fundantals were very solid, indicating he was a formally trained football youth academy player.
But Guardiola's sharp eye couldn't yet discern any astonishing talent in Lance.
He could only say... he was diocre.
There were countless such young academy players, and ultimately none of them could stay at Bayern.
Most would at most be assigned to 2. Bundesliga or 3. Liga teams, fighting their way up with their own strength.
Or they would simply go to university and bid farewell to their football careers.
For Guardiola, he might not even rember such a person existed a week later.
As for Lance, he didn't need Guardiola to rember him, nor did he need to forcibly stay at Bayern.
As long as the system activated, he could play anywhere.
...
[Football GOAT System Loading — 998 / 1000]
[Friendly reminder: You are currently in the activation area. To avoid unknown errors, please avoid leaving the activation area for more than 12 hours.]
[Football GOAT System Loading — 999 / 1000]
[Football GOAT System Loading — 1000 / 1000]
[Loading... Please wait.]
...
The three-day period is up!
This Daoist Master has succeeded!
On the last day at the Bayern Munich base, after two hours of weightlifting and cardio in the gym, a system prompt appeared again!
[Conditions t, activation has begun!]
Lance suppressed the excitent in his heart, standing by the Bayern training pitch, waiting for the activation result!
[Football GOAT System Loading — ERROR! ERROR!]
[Activation... Not fully &*%... Successful!]
[Cristiano Ronaldo template is corrupted]
[ssi template is corrupted]
[Kaká template is corrupted]
...
Ah?!! No!
Lance looked at the prompt before his eyes, his heart bleeding.
Just as he was on the verge of tears, another system prompt appeared.
[System repair plan initiated... Awarding initial template]
[Searching for reference object... Reading "Nagi Seishiro" data]
[Perfect Ball Control template — Loading successful!]
Uh...
Never mind the rest for now, and put aside the "Perfect Ball Control template."
First, tell , who is Nagi Seishiro?
I've never heard of him!
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