N-A-A Chapter 22 Fairy beans!
Chapter 22 Fairy beans!
As soon as the match ended, Jiang Ming couldn't wait to open the system.
[Ding! Overall performance score has been calculated!]
[You started and played 66 minutes in this match, providing two assists, creating one excellent chance, and achieving a passing accuracy of 91.2%...]
Overall rating: 8.8 points
[Ding! Congratulations on completing your daily task: Your post-match rating for this game is 8/9/10.]
[Rewards: 1 Fairy Bean, 1 Gym Boost Card]
"Tsk, almost 9 points." Jiang Ming clicked his tongue with a hint of regret.
No wonder, although the last free kick went around the wall, it unfortunately hit the crossbar.
Even though Carrillo managed to poke the ball into the net on the rebound, the scoring system didn't recognize it as his assist.
Just like the rules of those data websites, the credit for this second rebound shot doesn't go to him.
However, this minor disappointment was quickly overshadowed by the reward, and Jiang Ming quickly shifted his attention to the reward for completing the task.
The gym bonus card is the same kind of double progress card we got before.
It's just the right amount to use for the 100km endurance mission; I'll get those 10 endurance points in the next couple of days.
As for the other reward...
What exactly is this magic bean?
This doesn't sound like anything legitimate!
Jiang Ming looked at the introduction with a hint of doubt.
[Senzu Bean: Instantly restores all stamina upon use]
[Note: This doesn't look like something you'd see on a sports field; you should be participating in the World Martial Arts Tournament.]
Jiang Ming: "?"
Did I get too excited?
Isn't this something from Dragon Ball?!
The system is quite considerate; it even weakened the effect on players.
You should know that the original Senzu Bean is a miraculous medicine that can directly restore the body to its best condition!
As a result, this was just a one-time medicine to restore his physical strength, and it didn't even have the effect of repairing his injuries.
"Sigh..." Jiang Ming sighed.
But then I thought about it again, and this is a good thing!
If you ever encounter a crucial battle where you're exhausted to the very end, just take out a Senzu Bean and swallow it to instantly restore your stamina.
That's equivalent to doubling his stamina, which was only enough to last half a game!
If that's the case, the effect of this Senzu Bean sounds a lot like... a delaying device?
"Then we'll have to use it sparingly."
Jiang Ming happily put the system panel away, as if it were a hidden treasure, something he would only use in crucial moments.
At this point, he gradually figured out the tricks of the system rewards.
Previously, when I played for the U19 team, the system only gave me one gym bonus card;
Later, that crucial Europa League match directly provided him with Berbatov's positioning module;
In today's Ligue 1 match, besides the bonus card, there's also a magic bean.
It seems that the rewards are based on the importance of the competition and the difficulty of the task?
Jiang Ming nodded to himself, thinking that made sense. After thinking it over, he got up and prepared to go back to the changing room to take a shower and change his clothes.
As soon as he reached the players' tunnel, he saw Caldera waving at him: "Jiang! The boss wants you to go to the post-match press conference with him."
Jiang Ming paused, this was the first time he'd been called to a post-match press conference, and quickly nodded in agreement, "Okay! I'll change my clothes right away and come!"
……
"Click, click—"
As Jiang Minggang followed Yaldin through the door, the flashbulbs at the press conference site went off instantly.
The cameras of the reporters were clicking incessantly, making it hard for him to open his eyes. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.
"You'll get used to it. These guys just love to join in the fun." Yaldin shrugged; he was used to this kind of scene.
After everyone else had finished taking pictures, the reporters in the front row smiled and said, "Welcome Mr. Jardim, welcome Jiang, to today's post-match press conference."
Yardin pulled out the chair for the head of the table with practiced ease, and then casually moved the chair next to him to the side, gesturing for Jiang Ming to sit down.
After sitting down, Yaldin raised his chin towards the audience and said decisively, "Alright, let's begin. We have a return trip to catch later, so let's not waste time."
Reporters in the audience immediately raised their hands, and the first question was directed at Jiang Ming, the focus of today's discussion:
"Jiang, today is your first start in Ligue 1, and you've broken Thierry Henry's record as Monaco's youngest starter. What are your thoughts on this?"
Henry?
Jiang Ming was taken aback.
Oh right, he actually forgot about that. According to the original history, it was Mbappe who should have broken Henry's record, but now he's the one who stole it.
Now he finally understood how Mbappe felt when he complained to him every day, "You stole my things."
He looked up, smiled at the audience, and said sincerely, "Thirry is a legend in Monaco, and I am truly honored to break his record. I just hope he won't be angry with me."
Yaldin nodded quietly beside him, "Hmm, standard answer, nothing wrong with it."
This kid has pretty high emotional intelligence; instead of bragging first, he praised Henry first.
It seems he won't be led astray by these unscrupulous reporters.
Yardin didn't want Jiang Ming to make a big fuss over the interview, like Balotelli in Italy.
That guy is a black hole in the world of interviewing.
Instantly, images of Balotelli's famous performance art scenes flashed through Yardin's mind:
What nonsense about "Messi is only slightly better than me" and "Cristiano would ask me for his jersey"?
There was also his time at Inter Milan, where he sang AC Milan's anthem in the locker room and publicly wore an AC Milan jersey on television...
Goodness, every time Balotelli does an interview, he creates a huge mess for the coach. He doesn't want the kid he's coaching to go through the same thing.
"So, Jiang, you've now established yourself in the first team. Are you ready for the upcoming matches?" the reporter persisted, asking further questions.
Jiang Ming raised an eyebrow, his tone steady: "First team? I still need to work hard. I'm ready to play for the team at any time. Of course, I'll follow the coach's arrangements."
Jardim immediately picked up the conversation, adding with a smile, "Jiang is that kind of player, with a very positive attitude. I'm happy to give him opportunities, and he will take every game seriously."
The following questions were all trivial and uninteresting. The reporters struggled for a long time but couldn't dig up any juicy or sensational stories.
These guys were actually plotting something, thinking they could try to get information out of Jiang Ming and ask him what he thought about top clubs like Real Madrid and Barcelona in the future.
Can we dig up some news about "being physically in Monaco but mentally in Madrid"?
As it turned out, Jiang Ming was very cunning. Whenever a question even remotely came up, he would either dodge the question and change the subject, or simply not respond and pass the conversation to Yaldin.
Reporters are at their wits' end; finding an interview subject like Balotelli is incredibly difficult these days!
In the end, the press conference ended in a complete defeat for the reporters, who failed to uncover any juicy details.
After the event, Jiang Ming boarded the bus back to Monaco with his teammates.
The train carriage was noisy, with teammates chatting about the match they had just played.
Some people were even belting out a modified version of the team song, but Jiang Ming didn't join them. Instead, he leaned against the car window, looking at the night view of Marseille outside.
On the streets near the Vélodrome Stadium, there were still a few fans leaving the stadium.
He spotted several of them wearing Monaco jerseys immediately; the fan at the very front had his name and number printed on his back.
Jiang Ming couldn't help but smile, gazing at the Marseille night view outside the window, and humming a little tune along with his teammates.