On the virtual field, Lin Feng stood at the center circle, surrounded by an empty pitch and virtual goals.
He took a deep breath, preparing to begin his passing practice.
He first practiced short passes, gently pushing the ball and accurately passing it with the inside of his foot along the virtual teammate's running path.
The ball arced gracefully through the air, landing steadily at his teammate's feet.
Lin Feng was satisfied with his performance, but he didn't stop there, continuing to practice short passes from different angles and with varying power, striving for optimal results with every pass.
Next, he began practicing long passes.
He stood on one side of the field, lofting the ball high and accurately passing it with his instep to a distant virtual teammate.
He constantly adjusted the angle and power of his passes, making the ball fly both far and accurately through the air.
Although the teammates in the virtual environment didn't have the reactions and judgment of real players, Lin Feng could still feel the tension and excitement of passing, as if he were in a real match.
As the practice deepened, Lin Feng began to challenge more difficult passing techniques.
He attempted to transition from ground passes to aerial passes, flicking the ball up from his feet and then heading it to a teammate.
He continuously adjusted his body posture and power, creating a perfect arc in the air for the ball to land accurately on his teammate's head.
After each pass, Lin Feng would carefully observe the ball's trajectory and his teammate's reception, identifying his shortcomings and improving upon them.
He constantly adjusted the angle, power, and speed, making each pass more precise and swift.
Although the opponents in the virtual environment didn't have the reactions and judgment of real players, Lin Feng could still feel the challenge and enjoyment of passing.
He felt as if he were in a real match, closely coordinating with his teammates to break through the opponent's defense.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow in the virtual training system, Lin Feng's figure appeared exceptionally focused.
He tried different passing methods again and again, striving for perfection each time.
His eyes were fixed on his virtual teammates, as if to engrave their running paths into his mind.
Nesta, the legendary defender who once dominated the football world, was silently observing Lin Feng's performance.
His brows furrowed at times, then relaxed, but the admiration in his eyes became increasingly evident.
Whenever Lin Feng completed an excellent pass, Nesta would nod slightly, as if saying, "Good, that's it."
As the training progressed, Lin Feng's understanding of passing also deepened.
He began to realize that passing was not just about simply passing the ball to a teammate, but also about considering the teammate's position, running path, and the opponent's defensive situation.
He gradually learned to observe the situation on the field before passing, judging the best timing and method for the pass.
Nesta watched Lin Feng's progress with great satisfaction.
He knew that his strict demands had not been in vain; Lin Feng was gradually growing into an excellent player.
Although Nesta often criticized and corrected Lin Feng during training, privately, he regarded Lin Feng as his most favored student.
"Alright, Lin Feng, that's enough passing training for today."
Nesta's voice echoed in the empty field of the virtual training system, carrying a hint of seriousness and earnestness.
He waved his hand, and the training scene changed again; the simulated opponents and teammates instantly disappeared, replaced by an empty pitch and goals.
Lin Feng stopped, lifted a corner of his jersey, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Sweat soaked his hair, trickling down his cheeks, leaving faint traces.
His breathing was slightly rapid, but his gaze remained as firm as ever, as if shimmering with unyielding light.
He looked up at Nesta, his deep eyes filled with determination and fighting spirit.
He slightly pursed his lips and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Come on, I'm not tired yet, I want to become stronger!"
Nesta looked at Lin Feng, a glimmer of admiration flashing in his eyes.
He nodded and said in a deep voice, "Very good, I'm pleased to see your determination.
Now, let's practice defense."
As Nesta's words fell, the virtual training system's lights flickered, and simulated opponents gradually took shape in Lin Feng's field of vision.
They wore jerseys of different colors, their footsteps either light or heavy, approaching Lin Feng with their respective intentions.
Lin Feng immediately entered defensive mode; his eyes sharpened, like two keen blades, fixed on every opponent's movement.
He slightly bent his legs, lowered his center of gravity, and let his hands hang naturally, ready to intercept at any moment.
The first opponent rushed forward, dribbling the ball quickly towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng swiftly judged the opponent's attacking route; he quickly moved his left foot one step to the right, simultaneously extending his right hand, accurately intercepting the opponent's pass.
The ball arced through the air, landing in the distance.
Immediately after, the second opponent rushed forward.
This time, the opponent employed a low pass strategy, attempting to pass through Lin Feng's legs.
However, Lin Feng was prepared; he quickly blocked the ball back with his instep, catching the opponent off guard.
As the training deepened, the simulated opponents became more cunning; they sometimes used quick breakthroughs, sometimes slow infiltrations, trying to find Lin Feng's weaknesses.
But Lin Feng always maintained a high degree of alertness and focus; he constantly adjusted his positioning and posture, accurately judging the opponent's intentions and reacting swiftly.
Of course, there were also mistakes and oversights during the process.
Once, Lin Feng made a misjudgment and was successfully broken through by an opponent, who scored a goal.
But he was not discouraged by this; instead, he quickly adjusted his mindset and re-engaged in defense.
As time passed, Lin Feng's figure in the virtual training system began to look somewhat fatigued.
His footsteps gradually became heavy, sweat poured down like rain, soaking his entire training uniform.
Every interception and run seemed to require greater effort, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, unwilling to give up easily.
Nesta, observing from the side, nodded inwardly.
He knew that Lin Feng was approaching his physical limits; this was a critical moment to test his willpower and perseverance.
So, he decisively ended the training, giving Lin Feng precious rest time.
"Lin Feng, that's enough training for today."
Nesta's voice sounded in Lin Feng's ear, carrying a hint of concern and admiration.
Lin Feng panted heavily, nodded, and showed a tired but satisfied smile on his face.
He knew he had given his best and felt his own progress.
"Check your attribute panel; after this period of training, your attributes should have improved again," Nesta reminded him.
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