Chapter 142 Leakage
"Hello Kroos, what do you think of the new player Eggsy? Do you think he can meet the standards of Real Madrid's midfielder?"
How could Tony answer the reporter's question honestly? He just smiled and said, "How can I judge whether someone meets the Real Madrid standard?"
The reporter obviously didn't intend to let Kuan go, so he continued to ask: "He was hit by Real Betis in the previous game, and he had been injured before. Could it be that he has a fragile physique?"
As a result, Kroos looked at the other party calmly and said only: "I can't answer this question. I am almost not injured."
The reporter wanted to ask something else, but Cross interrupted him and said to the reporter: "Eggsy is right next to us, why don't you ask him directly? I am not Eggsy, you got the wrong person!"
He said this with such sincerity that the reporter nearby laughed, but Kroos's answer obviously embarrassed the reporter.
But the reporter was obviously too obsessed and refused to stop until he found out something. He immediately turned around and looked at Modric again.
"Mr. Modric, what do you think of the similarity between Eggsy and you?"
This is a standard coal-burning fire-fanning rhythm leader. This guy is not just fanning the flames. This is comparable to igniting a missile. If you don't want to explode, you have to manually control the detonation - you have to explode even if you don't want to explode!
Modric looked at the reporter and finally had to ask him: "Are you a reporter?"
The reporter took out his ID and Modric took a look. The reporter who was taunted twice today suddenly became excited. He was deliberately trying to stir up trouble and make big news. He was afraid that these Real Madrid players were gentle!
Seeing Modric's angry look, the reporter became even more excited and raised the microphone to hit Modric in the face. Modric looked at him with a cold face and said something coldly.
"You're right, but I was the one who taught Eggsy the midfield technique. Is that a problem?"
Now, all the reporters in the venue, whether they were asking Modric or not, looked over, and Modric looked at the reporter, and then started the 2.0 version of lenient words.
"So what do you want to say? He is learning from me? He is imitating me?" Modric looked up at the reporter and then took a deep breath: "I have met many reporters, but you are not suitable to be a reporter. Has your teacher told you?"
The reporter was stunned! He never thought that Modric would confront him so sincerely and so thoroughly.
"Didn't you say that?" Modric said directly: "It seems that your teacher doesn't like you very much either."
Dig the hole!
Shrimp and pork heart.
The reporter was so shocked that he didn't know how to respond. He said that the teacher once liked him? He couldn't bear to lie to himself. He said that he was suitable to be a reporter? But the region had never dug up any good news.
He was completely trapped in a trap by Modric's questions and couldn't get out.
The reporter who fanned the flames was very angry. What pissed him off the most was not that he did not do what Modric said, but that he had finally dug up big news today, but he didn't get to grab it when it was handed to him!
When he was unable to answer Modric's question, other reporters had already rushed forward to ask about the master-disciple relationship between Modric and Eggsy, and when they started teaching each other, and had already pushed this trouble-making reporter to the back.
For a reporter, it is unbearable to have someone else take away the news that he has finally exposed. But Modric ignored him and went straight back to other people's questions, which was obviously another murderous move.
Eggsy was answering reporters' questions. He heard what Modric had just said, turned around and smiled.
Eggsy never worried about these strange problems. He was always good at being roundabout and fooling people, so he got away with it safely.
Real Madrid's overall performance seemed good this time, but when Eggsy got on the bus, Zidane called Eggsy to his side, and it was obvious that he had something to say.
After Eggsy sat down, Zidane turned to look at him and asked, "What do you think of the past few games?"
After hearing this question, Eggsy's mind worked for a moment. He knew that Zidane must have seen something from his performances in the past few times, so he asked him this question specifically.
"I feel like I may not be familiar with it. At least after fighting on three fronts, I really haven't adapted. I also feel that my physical strength distribution is not very good during the game."
These words were spoken sincerely, and Zidane nodded after listening. He also saw that Eggsy was not used to fighting on three fronts. But there was no need to worry too much, as long as the game continued, Eggsy's experience would definitely catch up.
When Eggsy saw Zidane nod, he knew that there might be something he did not do well, so he planned to wait for Zidane to tell him in person what his shortcomings were.
As the head coach, Zidane did not say anything, but took out Eggsy's physical data sheet and handed it to him. Eggsy understood after just looking at the back. He would be physically exhausted in the second half of every game. The intensity of the games here, even for weak teams, is much stronger than that in the Premier League.
Not only that, his ball possession rate and ball possession rate also decreased in every game, which is a sign that his energy and physical strength cannot keep up.
"I'm not saying that you're doing badly, and I think you should be able to adjust." Zidane looked at Eggsy and kept paying attention to Eggsy's expression, fearing that the child didn't understand what he said, or... was overthinking it.
"You know what the reason is, right?" Zidane said it very tactfully, for fear that if he said the little guy's performance was not good enough, he would become irritated and add unnecessary troubles.
Eggsy knew it clearly in his heart, and stammered, "...My division of energy and physical strength for the three-front operation is due to my lack of experience..."
Just like today, he relied on Kroos's suggestion to figure out Zidane's tactical intentions. Eggsy suspected that he had been too arrogant recently. When he was at the Foxes, Mr. Ranieri gave him tactical lessons at night. Now...
It's really too lax.
Zidane looked at Eggsy's gradually reddening face and realized that the kid might know it, so he told Eggsy to try not to get injured and not to play with injuries, and then he didn't say anything else.
After that, Eggsy went back to the back and remained silent, looking unhappy. But for now, he was still thinking about how to plan his time and energy, and then review the tactics of Real Madrid's three-front battle in the evening.
But when he just picked up his phone, he saw the test scores sent to him by the school. Eggsy, who had always been hard at work on his studies, didn't have any thoughts at all. But when he really saw his transcript, a C+ made Eggsy take a deep breath!
He actually failed one of his courses!
The broken house is hit by continuous rain all night, and the leaky boat is hit by headwinds!
Eggsy sighed, thinking back to the content of his exam and wondering why the score for the paper he submitted was so low.
The problems on the court and the failure in his studies made Eggsy very frustrated and exhausted.
At this time, Eggsy had no idea what a series of bad luck meant. The bus hadn't arrived at the club yet, and the sudden feeling of hunger made Eggsy confused.
No way? There have been many matches in the past few days, and Eggsy's performance has been fine so far. He also felt the excitement and happiness of the fans on the court, which made Eggsy feel very satisfied. Now... this...
It can't be that I leaked air, right?
After thinking about it, Eggsy could only conclude that he had consumed too much energy. Perhaps it was because he was fighting on three fronts. Eggsy had not been injured up to this point, or had not been seriously injured. It might also be related to the fact that he had run out of luck.
“It’s too difficult.”
Eggsy looked at his grades again and felt overwhelmed, but he still had to ask, why did his paper only get such a small score?
So Eggsy called again and finally sighed to his old professor C.
"Eggsy, I thought you worked very hard on this project and you submitted your draft to me before," the old professor sighed and said, "But I told you at the time that you still have to do the calculations for the key parts yourself, otherwise the failure rate will be very high."
When Eggsy heard this, his head buzzed. He could not care that he was in the bus, nor that his teammates were still sleeping. Faced with the academic issues that he attached great importance to, he could no longer act like an English gentleman. He just picked up the phone and started to make a statement.
"I have made changes after I received your approval, and I have also checked for plagiarism myself, and it is not too high at all," Eggsy said after switching to the other side with the phone in hand. "Also, the deduction formula in it is based on my own research, which I have repeatedly verified."
The professor on the other end of the phone calmly supported Eggsy's call. After he finished speaking, the old professor in the Cambridge office also took off his glasses and spoke calmly.
"But, Eggsy, I haven't received your paper. All I've received so far are your drafts." The old professor was even a little puzzled, and said, "I think you can take a good look at the mailbox where you sent your paper."
"I also sent an email to ask why you didn't submit your paper, but it seems to have fallen on deaf ears." The old professor frowned, "You performed very well in class before, so I gave you a C."
After receiving such an answer, Eggsy was confused. He immediately opened his email on his mobile phone and looked at the email address he had sent the message to. Suddenly, he realized that he had written the professor's name wrong, and his mind went blank!
...He actually sent the paper he worked so hard on to the wrong email address...
Then he actually found this wrongly sent and returned email in his mailbox, which made Eggsy dizzy.
Although... it's a little unlikely, Eggsy has to admit: he is really unlucky!
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