As they discussed,
inside the V Team's lounge.
"Hey, Nagi, what do you think of this Z Team?" Reo asked, sitting next to Nagi Seishiro.
Nagi was sprawled on a chair, playing a game. "There seems to be one very strong person. The aura he emits is very similar to a team I played against before. What was his name again...?"
"Too lazy to think about it..."
Reo looked helpless. "Is it Ma Lang?"
Hearing this, Nagi Seishiro nodded. "It seems to be him. The aura he gives off is very similar to his, but I don't know if he's good at playing soccer."
"But it doesn't matter, we just need to crush them anyway."
Saying this, Nagi Seishiro suddenly stopped playing his game, his eyes fixed on Reo. "Reo, are you excited, or are you scared?"
Reo grinned. "I'm just thinking about how to crush this team that is just like us."
At this moment, Zantetsu Tsurugi asked, "Hey, aren't you two going to watch the video of this team?"
"Too troublesome, don't want to watch." Nagi Seishiro looked tired, his eyes closed as if he could fall asleep at any moment.
Reo, on the other hand, chuckled softly. "He doesn't need those things."
.....
During training, everyone sometimes couldn't help but look at the figure running on the treadmill.
"How much stamina do you have, you guy?"
"Are you going to let people live?" Little Monk complained.
They were all the same age, yet Ye Liangqiu could outrun two of him on the treadmill, which made his remaining bit of confidence slowly disappear.
Even Chigiri was a bit helpless. He couldn't win against Ye Liangqiu in terms of stamina, and in terms of speed, he had no confidence at all in outrunning this guy.
Ye Liangqiu wiped his sweat. "What's so surprising about that?"
"The most important thing for a player is stamina. On the field, your stamina determines whether you have more scoring opportunities in the second half."
"Moreover, you don't seem to understand one principle yet: winning against players of the same age here doesn't mean you can win against players who have been fighting on the field for years. Those people do this kind of training every day."
"With your current physique, I won't say much, but it's almost impossible to step onto such a field."
Hearing this, Little Monk's fighting spirit was ignited once again. "I'm going to be the best man in the world!"
Chigiri also took a sip of water and then got back on the treadmill.
Eventually, after some time passed, they could be seen collapsed on the ground, completely exhausted.
"What's wrong with them?" Bachira asked with a puzzled expression.
Ye Liangqiu smiled. "Someone wants to be my man?"
"Huh?"!!!∑(ﾟДﾟノ)ノ Bachira.
By evening, Bachira had somehow added fuel to the fire, and everyone in the lounge looked at Ye Liangqiu with strange expressions.
Ye Liangqiu raised an eyebrow and pulled Bachira over. "What did you say again?"
Bachira stuck out his tongue. "I was helping you find a man."
The next second, Bachira's scream echoed.
The entire lounge was silent.
Until the farce ended, everyone sat together and began to discuss tomorrow's tactics.
Kuyon Wataru stroked his chin, thinking, "With the four-core lineup unchanged, what we need to do is to limit the opponent's goals as much as possible."
"So my idea is that for tomorrow's match, to maximize the value of our weapons, we should aim for a ten-minute rotation. A fast pace might be easier to handle."
Yoichi Isagi raised his hand and said, "But if that's the case, aren't there drawbacks?"
"Drawbacks?" Ya Wan tilted his head, a bit confused.
Just then, the screen lit up again, and Ego's expression seemed to hold a hint of teasing. "It seems some people in your team have discovered this problem..."
"Very good, very good, these past few days of playing soccer haven't been in vain."
Everyone looked at him, somewhat bewildered.
Ego Jinpachi took a sip of coffee, very elegantly. "Perhaps you haven't realized it yet?"
"Your goals are too accidental; they are all unreplicable goals. But on the field, goals that cannot be replicated, I generally call them lucky goals."
Raichi immediately became angry. "Huh? You're saying our goals are lucky goals? Don't you watch the replays?"
After all, the goals they scored with all their might were being belittled as lucky goals.
Isn't that blatant slander?
"Isn't it?" Ego Jinpachi put down his coffee. "Any scoring method has a process. For unreplicable goals, can you score a second one on the field?"
"If you can score an identical goal, I'll admit I was wrong, but clearly, a large portion of your goals are fleeting."
"And on the field, scoring is the only way to get points."
"Are you going to gamble on luck when you play soccer?"
"Of course, I'm not talking about you, Ye Liangqiu. In my eyes, you should be considered the one in Z Team who uses the most scoring methods. Goals scored with your own ability, I won't call them luck, because you can score a second of those goals."
Everyone remained silent, still listening to Ego's explanation, as every time he appeared on screen, he would tell them information that couldn't be obtained on the field.
For them, who had just broken themselves down and rebuilt themselves,
it was like good medicine.
Ego smiled slightly. "It seems after a few matches, you've also learned respect, so I won't waste any more words. What you need now is to create a scoring formula."
"Analyze your own weapons, and how to use them on the field to score goals."
"This is what you should understand now."
"If you continue to live by chance, it won't work. Only by successfully creating replicable goals will you have the opportunity to stay in this Blue Lock."
"So, good luck, everyone."
As the screen turned off,
everyone sat on the ground, pondering the words they had just heard.
Yoichi Isagi looked at Ye Liangqiu; he knew this guy must know something.
Seeing Yoichi Isagi, who was like a curious baby, Ye Liangqiu was also a bit helpless. "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush yet."
"I'll tell you about these scoring methods."
"Bachira, go get me a glass of water first."
Bachira held his throbbing head, feeling a bit wronged.
Yoichi Isagi asked, "Scoring methods, I actually understand the specific meaning."
"I'm just a bit confused. If I score a goal on the field using my own ability, wouldn't that count as using a scoring method?"