Ye Xin didn't rush to explain, he didn't say a word after listening to Nils, he felt that Nils could think through the problem.

Seeing that Ye Xin didn't reply, Nils frowned and thought about it.

"Wait, Ye, you mean you can predict all my shots?" The thought popped into Nils's mind.

"Do you think my goalkeeping just now can't explain the problem," Ye Xin said confidently.

"Oh my God! Ye, is this true? This...... This is simply ......" Nils was a little incoherent, this conjecture made him suddenly feel that his worldview was a little collapsed, Ye Xin's prediction was very powerful, he knew, but 100% and 50% were completely two concepts.

Ye Xin now says that he can predict his own shots 100 percent, which is simply the story in the movie, but Nils believes that Ye Xin will not joke about this kind of thing.

"So do you think you can practice that kind of shooting now?"

"Yes, of course," Nils nodded affirmatively.

If Ye Xin can really predict every shot he takes, then his training will be targeted, as long as Ye Xin points out when the shot is on the foot, then he knows how to change the kick style and shooting angle.

"Let's try" Ye Xin is ready to guard the door.

Nils took a deep breath and kicked the ball out with a little help and two steps, but this time Ye Xin moved to the position of the ball in advance and took the ball down.

"Nils, I'm going to move ahead of time based on anticipation now, so you have to learn to change your shot after seeing me move," Ye Xin said as he tossed the ball over.

"How far in advance?" Nils listened a little mysteriously.

"A little ahead"

"How much is a little bit?"

"Feel it yourself"

Ye Xin motioned for Nils to continue shooting, and although he didn't understand what he meant, Nils still raised his right foot and kicked it towards the football.

When his foot was still 20 centimeters away from the football, Nils saw Ye Xin move, Ye Xin had already stood where he wanted to shoot, but at this time Nils couldn't stop the car, and could only watch the football fall into Ye Xin's arms.

"How did you do that?" Nils asked hurriedly.

Ye Xin's prediction is not like a prediction, it is a prediction at all, Nils only then understood what Ye Xin meant in advance, but this is too incredible.

"From the perspective of your eyes, body posture and your usual habits, of course, plus my sixth sense, I did it" Ye Xin would not say that he could predict it, this kind of thing could only rot in his stomach.

However, this nonsense is quite effective, Nils actually believed it, although it is not ruled out that it is because of Nils's own willingness, but Ye Xin at least does not need to explain too much.

One lie often needs more lies to make up.

"I see! Ye, you are so good" Nils stretched out his thumb, in the past, he only knew that Ye Xin was very good at guarding the door, and he didn't know where it was powerful, but today he finally understood Ye Xin's uniqueness.

"Continue" Ye Xin didn't say much, he motioned for Nils to continue shooting.

It's just that in the next few balls, although Nils saw Ye Xin's movements, he didn't brake.

Ye Xin frowned, thought for a while and said: "Nils, try to slow down when you shoot, and I'll also advance a little earlier, so that you have enough buffer time, and then slowly speed up to shorten your reaction time."

"Good!" Nils nodded excitedly, in fact, he also thought of this method, and now he was excited in his heart, if he really practiced such a shot that changed the angle at will, then not to mention Germany, even the whole of Europe he would have a place.

From slow to fast is actually a good way for Ye Xin, yesterday when he tried to guard the door completely with his own reaction, the save rate is completely miserable, it seems that the last game to guard Julio Cruise's door is also his own 'flash of inspiration'.

So he had to bring this training forward.

And this kind of training will be the beneficiary of Nils and himself, but now both need to get used to it.

Because although Niels shot slowly in the next goal, he also changed the shooting angle according to Ye Xin's advance position in the middle, but the ball speed was simply slower than that of a snail, Ye Xin didn't need to predict anything at all, and easily moved two steps to destroy the ball.

It's a long way to go.

However, neither of them was discouraged, after all, with a goal, they just need to keep practicing, and sooner or later they will be effective.

The sky was slowly brightening while practicing, and Ye Xin suggested taking a break, after all, Nils still had more training waiting for him.

It's just that Nils is like a stimulant and is reluctant to stop, but in the end he still succumbs to the tomato and egg soup and honestly stops to rest.

"Ye, you can't always use this trick" The breakfast room at the training ground opened its door, and Nils grumbled as he ate.

...... "I'm doing this for your good, Ye Xin glanced at Nils speechlessly and ignored him, and he continued to eat breakfast with his head bored.

Although there were not many people who came to eat the breakfast provided by the club, Ye Xin felt that it actually tasted good.

Seeing that Ye Xin ignored him, Nils could only keep his head bored and get up for breakfast.

Nils, who continued to torture after a day of training, died and lived, but he still insisted on staying and practicing with Ye Xin.

Ye Xin's new training method allowed him to see a bright future, and Sao Bao's character supported him to grit his teeth and persevere, but the long-range shot was temporarily stopped by Ye Xin, and now Jena has a good way to deal with the iron bucket, and the consumption of long-range shooting is still very large.

Although Nils insisted on training, Ye Xin didn't want to really let him get hurt, not long after the two practiced, Ye Xin decided to go home, although Nils was unwilling, but he could only go home with him.

There is no way, only Ye Xin can come up with this special training method, and only he can do it.

******

"Big country, sit" Fang Jincheng, who was in a white robe, picked up a cup of tea with a wooden clip and handed it over.

"Old Fang, I haven't seen you for so many years, you still like to fiddle with this" Fang Jincheng liked the tea ceremony when he was a colleague, although the utensils at that time were extremely simple, but Fang Jincheng still drank deliciously, Wang Daodao naturally didn't understand, he didn't understand it back then, and he didn't understand it now, but this didn't prevent him from drinking, he raised the teacup and drank it all as he did back then.

"Big country, tea still has to be tasted slowly, drink it fast and have nothing but scalding" Fang Jincheng said as he filtered out another cup of tea, he picked up the teacup again and moved it to Wang Daodao.

"Oh? You don't know after so many years, what I want is to be happy, happy, happy, painful and happy" After speaking, he picked up the cup again and drank it all.