After taking a sip of water, seeing that everyone had gathered around him, before he began answering questions.
Ye Liangqiu first asked a question, "Do you know what a shot is?"
"A shot?" Kunigami replied, "Isn't it just a 'whoosh', and the ball goes into the net? Isn't that a shot?"
Ye Liangqiu nodded, "Very well expressed, yes, that is a shot."
"Any method of kicking the ball into the opponent's goal is a shot."
"However, the equation Ego Jinpachi just mentioned, that is, the steps before you shoot."
"For example, inhaling, lifting your leg, exerting force, and finally shooting the ball in your most perfect posture—this is the simplest equation."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Little Monk scratched his head. He had clearly listened to the explanation step by step, but when these words were put together, he found himself a bit lost.
At this moment, Yoichi Isagi seemed to have grasped something. He opened his mouth and asked, "This is a small equation, and also a scoring equation that everyone has mastered."
"So it's called reproducible, but if you want to create a new equation, you must combine it with your own weapon?"
"It seems not everyone is an idiot." Ye Liangqiu nodded, "That's right, an equation is a way of scoring. For example, what I just said is something everyone can use."
"But there are other equations, such as your spatial awareness predicting the opponent's position, thereby stealing the ball and scoring… that's one of them."
Raichi rested his hands on his knees, his brow furrowed, feeling like he had listened but not really understood, "But it seems we can't use his kind of equation, can we?"
Ye Liangqiu seemed to have known that someone would ask this question and immediately explained, "This is the difference between reproducible and non-reproducible."
"Everyone's weapon is different, or rather, their way of thinking is difficult to synchronize."
"But weapons are not unique in this world."
"I'll use Yoichi Isagi as another example."
"When we played against Y Team, there was also a player on the opposing team with the same spatial awareness."
"Both of them predicted the direction of the ball and even moved synchronously to a certain area. Although their positions were different, through their weapons and various factors, their only goal was to gain possession of the ball."
"And finally, shoot."
"This is the birth of an equation."
With this explanation, everyone understood completely.
Chigiri said, "So… an equation is essentially designing a perfect way to score, based on oneself as the standard."
"This method doesn't necessarily have to be usable by others."
"As long as it can score?"
Ye Liangqiu made a hand gesture like a gun pointing at his temple, "That's right, you can imagine you're on the field right now, with three defenders in front of the goal."
"What means should you use to score?"
"Is it a direct shot, a pass, or a risky solo breakthrough?"
"Every scoring method, even if it's just an idea you've thought about in your mind, is indeed an equation."
"It just needs you to act on it."
"The most important point is whether it can be reproduced."
Little Monk was excited, "I understand… isn't it just thinking about how to shoot after getting the ball?"
Ye Liangqiu took a helpless sip of water, not understanding how this guy's brain was wired.
He had already explained it in immense detail.
And he still hadn't understood…
"An equation is just a puzzle." Yoichi Isagi suddenly spoke, "Weapons, self, change—every method is unpredictable."
"An equation is not fixed."
"Using different equations in different situations requires taking into account not only the opponent but also teammates…"
"An idea in the mind is just an idea. To perfectly realize it, one must consider any changes on the field. Similarly, equations are constantly changing."
"Ye Liangqiu… am I right?"
Ye Liangqiu nodded. As expected of the true protagonist, his understanding was indeed quick…
That's right, an equation is a way of scoring.
But people are different, so naturally, their paths are also different.
Just like Ye Liangqiu uses speed and precise shooting techniques, this is his way of scoring. However, on the field, this method may not be effective in every match.
That's why he needs to constantly create new weapons and generate new equations.
Only then can he deal with countless unknown enemies.
"I can't take it anymore, my head's going to explode." Raichi covered his head and rolled his eyes.
Ya Wan simply gave up and lay flat.
Only Yoichi Isagi and a few others were contemplating the profound mysteries.
Ye Liangqiu smiled slightly. This was only the first step, and also the step where all BLUE LOCK players were about to transform. After mastering their own weapons, they must make their weapons even stronger.
Equations are indispensable.
Although some people don't need them at all…
.....
The night passed uneventfully.
Early in the morning, Ye Liangqiu was woken up by the noise. He saw everyone in the locker room already changing clothes, and Raichi was even wrestling with Little Monk on the floor.
"What's going on?"
"Are you even letting me sleep?" Bachira also woke up groggily, complaining with a pout.
It seemed that the discussion from last night had not stuck with him at all.
Yoichi Isagi, however, was still muttering about combining his weapon with something or other while putting on his clothes.
It wasn't until Ye Liangqiu was fully awake that the chaotic locker room finally quieted down.
Today, the final showdown between the V Team and Z Team had arrived.
Although both sides knew that no one would be eliminated from this match.
The moment they met on the field,
The sense of rivalry was already at its peak.
The scent of gunpowder in the air permeated the entire stadium.
"Is that the undefeated team?"
"They certainly look tough to deal with…" Asahi Naruhaya's gaze was fixed on the three players at the very front.
The one who gave him the strongest sense of pressure was the white-haired boy.
It was Nagi Seishiro.
Behind him, Reo and Kenshiro also exuded a natural aura.
At this moment, Asahi Naruhaya suddenly shivered, his gaze shifting to his own side, and his pupils contracted sharply.
In his line of sight,
Ye Liangqiu's entire body seemed to be emitting an intensely crimson mist. He quietly watched Nagi Seishiro, who had just hatched from his shell, his blood seemed to tremble, and his mouth gradually split open, like a malevolent spirit descending.
"A perfect genius."
"A genius who is still ignorant about football."
"Crush him, destroy him, shatter him… What exquisite pleasure it would bring to see his desperate expression."
"This is the first time since I came here that I've felt myself in such… unprecedentedly good form….."