SWDnovel Chapter 7 Villain Value!
Chapter 7 Villain Value!
It's 8:30 in the morning.
The cold wind from the outskirts of Madrid blew straight into the clothes through the collar of the tracksuit.
Li Jing stood outside the gates of Atlético Madrid's training ground.
Agent Raiola sat in the black Mercedes parked by the roadside, rolled down the window halfway, and handed over a brown paper document bag sealed with black thread.
Raiola held an iced Americano in his hand, his face showing an undeniable weariness, clearly having arrived in Madrid overnight.
Clearly, Li Jing's matter disrupted his schedule, but he had no choice but to come.
Li Jing reached out and took the document bag, unwrapped the cord, and pulled out a magnetic card with the Atlético Madrid red and white striped team logo.
"The formal contract is still going through the legal process at the club. You better behave yourself these next few days."
Raiola's fingers pounded on the steering wheel, his tone extremely serious.
"There are quite a few Argentinian players on this team, and they're definitely unhappy with you. If someone tries to cause trouble, just lower your head and pretend you don't hear them. Don't be a troublemaker at this critical juncture; we need to prioritize the bigger picture."
Li Jing put the magnetic card into his coat pocket and nodded: "Don't worry, sir, I know what I'm doing."
"You're talking nonsense!" Raiola said irritably, then waved and called Li Jing to the window.
"Come here, big guy!"
Then Raiola's bulky upper body leaned out of the window.
Then he put his arm around Li Jing's shoulder.
Then it started shaking wildly!
"No fighting! No fighting! No fighting!!!!!"
It seemed that he wanted to imprint those four words into Li Jing's mind before he withdrew.
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Watching the car drive away, Li Jing turned and walked towards the base entrance.
Actually, he had already adjusted his mindset last night.
Regardless of how the recording was leaked, the fact remains that he insulted Argentina's football icon in front of others.
He believed that he was in the wrong first.
If he went into the locker room later and his Argentinian teammates just made sarcastic remarks or ostracized him for not passing the ball properly, he planned to just put up with it.
There's no need to stoop to their level. I'm new here, so I should just be patient and focus on playing well and earning a starting position.
Swipe.
The turnstile lights up with a green light to indicate that passage is permitted.
Li Jing walked along the internal passageway leading to the first team's locker room.
The walls on both sides of the passageway are covered with photos of historical moments of this sheet army.
A group photo of the La Liga and Copa del Rey double champions from the 95-96 season.
Chairman Hill stood on the balcony holding the trophy.
Aragonés's silhouette as he directs the game from the sidelines.
Of all the European clubs, the only one Li Jing has ever visited is Barcelona, so the comparison is quite obvious.
The facilities here are not as modern as those in Barcelona; the floor tiles and wall paint even have a slightly worn-out feel, but everything is kept extremely clean.
At the end of the passage, the wooden door to the first team's locker room was ajar.
Laughter and playful banter in Spanish mixed with South American accents drifted from under the door.
Finally, they arrived. Li Jing took a deep breath and then acted without hesitation.
Li Jing reached out, grasped the brass doorknob, and pushed it open forcefully.
The moment the door hinges turned, the laughter and chatter in the room abruptly ceased.
The entire locker room became completely silent.
A dozen or so players, some shirtless and others putting on socks, all turned their heads and their eyes fell on his Asian face.
When I saw Li Jing's face clearly.
It seems like everyone's stopped laughing.
The leading Argentine players made no attempt to hide the hostility on their faces.
Li Jing ignored these stares.
Following the memo given to him by Raiola, he found cabinet number 24, which had the initials "LI" on it, on the right-hand wall.
He walked over, his right hand just grasping the metal handle of the metal cabinet door.
Li Jing thought to himself that he would finish his work, grab his shoes, and head out first, and that his relationship with his teammates would improve gradually in the future.
After all, football is all about playing!
But at that moment!
"Bang!"
A loud bang exploded in my ears.
A soccer ball covered in fresh mud slammed into the cabinet door less than five centimeters from his face.
The enormous impact smashed a dent into the thick sheet metal that was clearly visible to the naked eye.
The football bounced off the ground, rolled a few times, and left a trail of mud.
Argentine winger Salvio stood a few meters away, still in the motion of kicking the ball.
"Oops." Salvio spread his hands and grimaced. "The grass was too slippery this morning, my shoes got all muddy. Didn't scare you, newbie?"
A burst of shrill laughter immediately erupted from the side.
Fellow Argentine midfielder Pizzi whistled a flippant whistle and immediately launched into a tirade:
"You yellow-skinned monkey, your foul mouth is unworthy of the name Tirion. Do you really think anyone here welcomes you?"
Li Jing took a deep breath.
He loosened his grip on the handle.
He turned around and looked at the group of people with provocative expressions.
Remembering Raiola's words, he forced himself to adjust his mindset and tried to explain:
"There were specific reasons behind that recording at the time."
Li Jing tried her best to speak slowly and restrained.
"I'm not targeting any of you here. I'm here to play football and for the team's league performance. We'll all be working together under the same tactical board from now on, so I hope we can get along peacefully."
This is a very rational explanation.
But in a football locker room, where testosterone is so abundant, reason is often equated with weakness and vulnerability.
"Fuck your peaceful coexistence!"
Pi Qi strode over and stopped less than half a meter in front of Li Jing.
He stretched out his right index finger and pointed it sharply at Li Jing's nose.
"Who do you think you are? You dare talk to us about the team's overall situation?"
Pizzi's voice was deafening.
"I'm telling you this now. When we get on the training field, I'll break your legs and send you packing your ridiculous contract back to Asia!"
Li Jing's fist slowly clenched in the pocket of his tracksuit.
The joints made a slight clicking sound.
endure.
Just as he was about to turn his head to avoid the other person's gaze, the air in front of him suddenly distorted.
A semi-transparent, dark blue system light screen popped up.
[Leo Messi's Wallbreaker Freedom Breakthrough Plan has been unlocked (Note: Unity through struggle ensures survival!)]
[Freedom Breakthrough Project Description: When any Messi-related teammates or supporters are present, the host needs to launch a sharp and violent counterattack to break their mentality. Based on the importance of breaking the opponent and the severity of the blow, corresponding "malice value" will be generated. The higher the converted "malice value," the more training hours will be rewarded.]
[Warning: If the host exhibits weakness or yielding behavior in the current situation, the system will deduct existing training hours! Current training hour balance: 20347. The deduction percentage depends on the degree of yielding, with a minimum of 1000 hours.]
Li Jing stared at the last line of glaring red warning words.
Deducting special training time?
Starting from 1,000 hours?
That's an extremely harsh punishment!
You know, he received welfare every month for three years before, and that only amounted to 3600 training hours!
Now, just because he gave in a little, they're going to deduct a thousand from his account?
This system is clearly forcing him to be a complete villain.
Reasoning will result in a deduction of your reward.
Tolerance will result in a deduction of rewards.
Since swallowing one's anger comes at such a high price, then one should not tolerate it.
The only person Li Jing felt sorry for was his manager, La Pang, whom he had repeatedly reminded to do so that morning.
The rest are all about the feeling of release.
Li Jing suddenly pulled his right hand out of his pocket and swung it hard from bottom to top.
Now, after those 80,000 hours of extra training, his physical condition is completely different.
"Snapped!"
A resounding, extremely crisp slap.
Pi Qi's outstretched fingers were slapped away.
Li Jing slapped him with all his might, and Pi Qi staggered back half a step in pain, clutching his rapidly swelling hand and cursing a vicious curse.
Li Jing took a big step forward, bringing his forehead right up to Pi Qi's.
"Yellow-skinned monkey?"
Li Jing switched to fluent Spanish, using only the most vulgar vocabulary he had heard on the streets of South America in his previous life.
He patted Pizzi's cheek in a highly insulting gesture:
"You need to go around claiming fathers just to carry a ball? What, without some ancestor protecting you, you can't even find the goal?"
"If you like having Messi as your father so much, why don't you send your wife to that guy Leo so he can have a few younger brothers, making a total of eleven to inherit his rat-like football talent?"
The entire locker room fell into extreme silence once again because of these few words.
Salvio was the first to react, his face instantly turning a deep liver color.
He grabbed a hard plastic water bottle from a nearby bench and yelled as he was about to rush over and attack.
"What are you doing!"
A powerful roar came from the innermost corner of the locker room.
Captain Gabi strode over, his broad body positioned directly between Salvio and Li Jing.
Gabi shoved Salvio hard backward:
"Stop your thuggish behavior! You want to get relegated to the reserves if you lay a hand on me here?!"
After finishing training Salvio, Gabi turned to look at Li Jing.
His brow furrowed, making no attempt to hide his disgust: "And you, the new guy. Shut your mouth."
The locker room door was pushed open forcefully at that moment.
Newly appointed head coach Simeone walked in wearing an all-black tracksuit.
He didn't speak, but instead scanned everyone in the room with his sharp gaze.
Finally, he lingered for two more seconds on Li Jing and Salvio, who was holding a water bottle.
Clearly, he had heard everything from the doorway.
However, Simone has no intention of dealing with it.
What Atletico Madrid needs right now is real fighting spirit.
We're barely hanging on to avoid relegation in the league, what good is being polite and civilized then!
Li Jing was originally signed by him as a disruptive force, and now it seems that it has been effective.
"Assemble at the training ground in five minutes."
Simeone slammed the tactical board he was holding onto the wall. "Play full-court press."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Li Jing turned around and gripped the deformed handle of cabinet number 24 again.
He opened the cabinet door and pulled out a brand new training uniform, putting it on.
[Upon checking on player Pizzi, Barre was thoroughly humiliated to the point of breaking down, his heart rate soaring to nearly 130! Special training time increased by 2000! Current special training hours remaining: 22347!]
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