The reporters off the court found it strange, and the players on the court also had an indescribable feeling.

In fact, they have a lot of speculation about Zhou Yi.

After all, in the past month, Zhou Yi has been the most famous name in Chinese football.

Through domestic media reports, Zhou Yi's legendary experience from a high school student to a professional player has also been known by many people.

Being able to turn from a student into a professional player during this period, he must have something special and powerful about him.

So the players of the national team also want to see where Zhou Yi is so powerful.

At the beginning, everyone felt that Zhou Yi's performance in training was just a matter of course, and we can do what he did.

Isn't it just catch the ball, pass, run, catch, pass, run...

There is nothing extraordinary. There is neither a single number of people nor a beautiful volley. He passes the ball when he gets the ball, passes the ball when he gets the ball, and even has very few balls...

How can such a performance be favored by Dortmund?

Or... we are actually very powerful, fully meeting the requirements of the Bundesliga team?

Can we also play in the Bundesliga?

After a training class, the players' minds were getting more and more question marks, and they couldn't understand what the new player was capable of.

After the training, everyone returned to the locker room. Because Zhou Yi was a newcomer who had just been selected for the national team and had no familiar people in the national team, he acted alone, and when he changed clothes in the locker room, he was the only one.

That's it before training begins.

But after the training, someone started to come to find Zhou Yi.

Of course... it comes with doubts.

The team's right-back Zhang Linpeng sat next to Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi glanced at him and nodded at him with a smile: "Hello." He took the initiative to say hello.

"Hi." Zhang Linpeng nodded, and then asked: "Hey, Zhou Yi. I'll ask you something..."

"You said you!" Zhou Yi was very enthusiastic.

"Well, I've read reports about you in the media. They said you were still in school a year ago. Is this true?" Zhang Linpeng asked.

Everyone else in the locker room was doing their own things, but at this time they all slowed down. Or they simply stopped, although they didn't turn their heads and listened.

"Of course, I still have a student ID." Zhou Yi habitually wanted to flip his schoolbag. But he then patted his thighs: "Sorry, I didn't carry it."

Zhang Linpeng waved his hand: "It's okay, I won't look at your student ID. I'm curious, just curious..." Then he suddenly asked again: "How do you think Dortmund's training is compared with our country's training?"

Just as Zhou Yi was about to open his mouth, Zhang Linpeng added: "Tell the truth."

Zhou Yi spread his hands: "I have never received training from domestic clubs before..."

"No. I'll just say our national team."

Everyone held their breath and focused.

"Well, Dortmund's training intensity is greater than that of the national team." Zhou Yi thought for a moment and told the truth.

Hearing this answer, Zhang Linpeng looked back at his teammates, with a little disdainful look. Everyone understood the subtext, "I'm so embarrassed to say it, just open my mouth. I didn't see you doing any beautiful performances in the training intensity."

Then, Zhang Linpeng turned around and asked, "How big is it?"

Zhou Yi shook his head: "I can't say this..."

Zhang Linpeng looked back at his teammates again. This time he secretly curled his lips and said it was indeed a random talk.

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Linpeng thanked Zhou Yi politely and left.

No other teammates came to see him again.

Zhou Yi did his own thing alone like before the training began. Occasionally, he would turn his attention to his teammates and look at them, a little curious. Some of these people had heard of their names when he was a student, and they had only made their mark in the national team at that time. Now, they are already considered "old men" in this national team.

When he thought that he could finally be with them, Zhou Yi felt that the past year was like a dream for him.

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The players changed their clothes, walked out of the locker room, and prepared to take a car to return to the hotel.

There is a short distance from the stadium to the bus, and there will be reporters waiting to interview the players. If you are willing to accept the interview, the players will stop and answer a few simple words. If you are unwilling to accept the interview, you will get on the bus directly.

Anyway, all the players will only drive after they get in the car.

But Zhou Yi must accept the interview whether he is willing to accept the interview or not, because the reporters directly reached out to hold him back.

"Zhou Yi, I have a question. I want to confirm whether this is your first time being selected for the national team?"

Zhou Yi smiled: "Isn't this obvious? Of course. What?"

"Then have you known these national teammates before?"

"Did they also went to school at Qingyang No. 1 High School before?" Zhou Yi was a little surprised.

Seeing Zhou Yi's surprised expression, the reporters didn't know whether Zhou Yi was serious or was joking about their problems.

"No. Of course not. We just want to ask you this is your first training session in the national team. Why does it give us the feeling that you seem to be very familiar with this team?"

When Zhou Yi heard this question, he knew what was going on. Of course, this is because he had been training with his virtual teammates in the virtual world for a long time, but he couldn't say this reason, and no one believed him after he said it, and he would only think that he was joking again.

He may encounter similar problems in the future, but he can't give up the advantages he has in order not to be asked, right?

Being able to seamlessly integrate into a new team is his advantage.

Zhou Yi said: "I watched this national team. Their performance in the draw with Germany 1:1 was amazing! I am a die-hard fan of the Chinese team. The football played by this national team is also my favorite pass-by football, so I know them better before I was selected into the national team."

Zhou Yi's answer really made the reporter unexpected, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that what he said made sense.

Zhou Yi's football style is indeed consistent with Gao Hongbo's national team, so there is no problem with him who likes and understands this national team.

But even so... watching games on TV and playing with them in person is still different, right?

And... no matter how familiar you understand, you can't do it, just like playing football together for a year, right? The level of tacit understanding now is a bit too much...

Seeing that the reporters seemed to have questions to ask, Zhou Yi decided to take the initiative and block their mouths, so he asked back: "What's wrong? Isn't it a good thing to cooperate with the new team and integrate quickly?"

The reporters were speechless and didn't know what to say.

I had to give up.

Indeed, Zhou Yi’s ability to quickly integrate into this national team is a good thing for everyone who cares about Chinese football. This means that he can reflect his value in the national team faster. Isn’t this what everyone is looking forward to?

Seeing that the reporters stopped asking questions, Zhou Yi also asked: "Is there no problem?"

No one answered him, so he smiled at the reporters and turned around and got into the car.

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That night, Zhou Yi received a call from his father.

On the phone, Zhou Jianliang asked Zhou Yi how he felt when he participated in the national team training on the first day.

"It's not bad, it's quite smooth. The national team's tactical requirements are mainly for passing and controlling, so I don't have much difficulty in adapting to it." Zhou Yi said.

"Well. What about the teammates? Are they easy to get along with? Is there any situation in worshiping the hilltop?"

"I haven't met at all. Everyone is very easy to get along with, but I just joined the team and I don't have any familiar people yet, so it's definitely not OK to do it like in Dortmund." Zhou Yi explained. "Everyone is very kind and will say hello when they meet."

"That's good. The national team is different from the club. We Chinese like to do those things. Regardless of whether there is one or not in this class, you should pay attention to it yourself. Don't offend people casually. It's easy for you to open your mouth... but don't be afraid of things. With your strength, it's good if you don't become a football dominant in the national team!"

"Ahem, Dad. What are you saying?" Zhou Yi felt that his father was thinking too much. Ball dominance? He can't be a person of that kind.

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The training class on the next day was still open to the public, and the training ground was crowded with reporters just like yesterday.

During this training day, Zhou Yi's performance was similar to yesterday, and there was no big difference.

The cooperation between him and his teammates was as tacit and smooth as ever.

The reporters couldn't see anything new.

But in the eyes of their teammates, they saw some different content today.

It's still the same tactical exercise, and the transmission and cutting cooperation.

When other international players no longer wanted to see any wonderful tricks from Zhou Yi, they suddenly realized that Zhou Yi's passing was... it was not very exquisite, but it made them feel... comfortable.

Yes, it's comfortable.

To give the simplest example, Zhang Linpeng is the right back of the team. But he often intervenes in assists. His assist ability is very strong and his physical fitness is also excellent among Chinese players.

To pass the ball to him, you need to pass the ball in advance so that he can play his running skills.

As long as it is the ball passed by Zhou Yi, Zhang Linpeng never said that he could not receive it. If he sprinted forward at high speed, then Zhou Yi would pass the ball to him very quickly. He didn't need to slow down and wait for the ball to come up. In this way, the defensive player also came up. He could keep the high speed and continue to move forward, and directly passed the defender who came up to press.

If he just responded on the side and did not need to go forward at high speed, Zhou Yi's ball passed by would not be too slow and would not allow him to suddenly accelerate and try his best to reach the ball.

It's neither big nor small, neither fast nor slow, Zhou Yi's passes are just right every time.

This really made Zhang Linpeng feel incredible.

I don’t think there is anything once or twice, but I can say that I am lucky three or four times. But Zhang Linpeng didn’t dare to think about it carefully. If he thought about it carefully, he would think it was scary!

This is just one of the many details that Zhou Yi showed during training.

Different people see different details.
To be continued...