The two of them slowly walked towards the outside of the training grounds.

  "Sebastian, actually Yang Chen really values you highly. He has even told us several times that if you can be braver and more proactive, you can become Germany's best player and one of the world's top stars. He has a kind of faith in you that is unbelievable to us."

  "So when he first brought you in from M?nchengladbach, he risked being fired and had a big falling out with the board of directors. Not only did he trade Reich for you, but also agreed to pay half your salary in advance. You should be well aware that this required great effort and struggle on Yang's part at the time!"

  "Barak, Bellon, Nedved, Keel and others introduced by Yang Chengli have all shown satisfactory strength, even Denilson has actively integrated into the team after a period of grinding, but only you, the one Yang Cheng had high hopes for, remain unchanged!"

  Paul Bier smiled wryly and shook his head, sighing: "Yang Cheng valued you the most, but you also disappointed him the most. Because you never showed a satisfactory state and fighting spirit, not even a glimmer of hope could be seen from you, which dealt a huge blow to him."

  "This time the matter is very troublesome, club chairman Frederic had a conversation with Yang Chen for the first time, although the board of directors is not very satisfied with this matter, they will not do anything to Yang Chen for the time being, but if faced with long-term suspension, it's hard to say!"

  Paul Boyle let out a deep sigh, "Yang Cheng is only 25 years old, but this time, he really has bet his future on you. However, it seems that this time, he will lose everything!"

  After finishing speaking, Paul Beyer walked back to the training ground with a wry smile.

  Daisley stood there alone, dazed and confused, his mind a blank. But when he lifted his head and saw Yang Cheng's figure appear in the window of the training building office in the distance, he gritted his teeth and walked over without hesitation.

  Paul Bier saw Daisler walking towards the training building, and he intentionally made Yang Chen's situation sound more miserable. In fact, although it was a difficult task, Kaiserslautern had always trusted Yang Chen, and Fredrik said they would try their best to help him, because at this time Kaiserslautern's momentum was so good, with three lines advancing together, Yang Chen's weight in the club also increased a lot.

  Furthermore, Oldenburg's rough playing style is well-known to all, and Yang Chen being young and vigorous, even if he went to the Football Association, he could still get some sympathy.

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  Knock knock~~~

  "Come in!" Yang Cheng's voice came from inside.

  Daisley hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked in.

  Yang Cheng was somewhat surprised that Daisler had come to find him, but he quickly thought of yesterday's game and deliberately put on a poker face, saying coldly: "What is it?"

  Daisi lowered his head for a while, and finally gathered the courage to lift it up. "I... I came to apologize to you!"

  "Apologize?" Yang Cheng sneered, his anger still not dissipated. "What are you apologizing to me for?"

  Daisley was momentarily speechless.

  "Is it just because you performed poorly? Or is it because I helped you out yesterday? Or do you think you owe me something?" Yang Cheng fired back a string of questions.

  Daisylerton was taken aback and stuttered, unable to say a word.

  "I'm telling you, Sebastian, I intervened yesterday not because I sympathized with you, but because I thought that was the reaction I should have as a head coach of a team when my player is being offended. Even if it means severe punishment, I wouldn't mind. If it happens again, I would do the same!"

  "Against... I'm sorry!" Daisley said in a low voice, looking somewhat weak.

  Yang Cheng saw his appearance and got angry in his heart, "No need to apologize to me, get out!"

  After he finished speaking, he turned around and no longer looked at Daisler.

  The latter saw Yang Cheng being so cold, and his attitude was completely different from before, he felt even more guilty in his heart. Not only did he not leave, but he stood there blankly, and didn't speak for a long time.

  Yang Cheng also pretended to look out of the window, ignoring Desler behind him.

  The two people remained silent for about 5 minutes before Desler spoke again, his voice very soft and easy to hear the tension and helplessness in his heart.

  "All along, I've wanted to focus on playing football well, but I don't know why, why I'm always so afraid, I can never control my own fear, many times, I even wish I could lock myself in a room, pull the curtains shut, and not let anyone see me."

  "Darkness and loneliness somehow make me feel safer!"

  Yang Cheng's originally cold and stiff expression suddenly relaxed, because he had flipped through relevant psychology books, he could affirm that the reactions Daisler mentioned could explain that he had a certain degree of autism.

  "I really want to be like others, to have a good talk with you, to tell you some thoughts in my heart, but I can't do it. I had several conversations with you before, hoping to tell you, but each time I couldn't say it out loud, because I didn't know how to say it, and even more, I don't want to gain anyone's sympathy by pouring out my emotions!"

  Deep down, Daisley is still a proud man!

  "I'm so sorry, I'm really regretful because I really don't know how to get out of the current predicament, because I..." Daisler looked really flustered and at a loss, his face full of anxiety, not like he was pouring out his heart, but more like a headless fly buzzing around, unable to find a way out, unclear in thought.

  "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this!" was all he could conclude in the end.

  Yang Cheng heard this sentence and suddenly turned around, staring at Daisler, his severe eyes made the latter's heart skip a beat.

  "You're not suited for playing football?" Yang Cheng walked step by step towards Daisler, "You're telling me this now? You're not suited for playing football?" His tone grew colder and heavier.

  "I gave up our team's number one young star to Borussia M?nchengladbach in order to bring you in; I had to make concessions and compromises with the board of directors for your sake; I took the initiative to talk to you several times to motivate you; In order to help you adapt to the team and the rhythm of the game, I carefully planned your playing schedule, even considering whether to substitute you into the game, but now you tell me that you are not suitable for playing football?"

  Yang Cheng really had an urge to beat him up, but he also studied psychology and knew that when facing this kind of personality, one must first shock them and then patiently guide them to find the root cause of their illness.

  Daisley hung his head low, he didn't know how to face Yang Cheng's questioning, because he had nothing to say.

  "Although I don't know why you've become like this, I can tell you for sure that continuing like this won't work. Even if you escape and stop playing soccer, what then? If you go back to your hometown, what will you do? Go work in a factory as an apprentice? Or get commercial training? Don't be silly, aren't you still going to face the same problems you're facing now? Are you going to escape again and say you're not suited for it?"

  Yang Cheng softened his tone at this point, because he was very clear that if the medicine was too strong, it might provoke Desler's resistance, and then it would be a loss.

  At least he is willing to come and talk to you in person, which proves that he has a heart to improve, maybe this is an opportunity.

  "You said you don't know how to get out of the predicament, but have you ever thought that it's just because you don't know? Why not ask for help from others? I can help you, coaches can help you, teammates are also willing to help you. Why won't you give everyone a chance, and take it as giving yourself a chance?"

  "No one has ever said you're not suitable, no one has ever said you can't do it. All of this is just your own self-talk, the cowardice and inferiority complex that's haunting you. If you want to change all of this, if you want to get out of your current predicament, then you must overcome your cowardice and inferiority complex, do everything possible to make yourself brave, strong, and more confident!"

  "I have always believed that a strong, brave and confident Sebastian Deisler can absolutely dominate the football field, become the most promising talent in all of Germany, and become a leader-level player for Germany's future, just like Nesta and Matth?us back then!"

  "Me... can I?" Daisley asked bitterly, still as uncertain as ever.

  Yang Cheng smiled confidently and nodded. "Of course, think about it, have I ever lied to you guys? Have I ever failed to keep my promises?"

  He then stretched out his right hand, full of encouraging persuasion: "Believe me, Sebastian, as long as you trust me and confide in me, I will definitely find a way to help you!"

  Daisley was obviously provoked, staring at Yang Cheng's outstretched right hand, which seemed to be covered in honey, and Daisley was like a helpless bee, involuntarily pouncing on it.

  When Sui Le tightly held Yang Cheng's warm hand, his originally cold hands gradually gained a hint of warmth, and the whole person seemed to calm down a lot. He lifted his head, his eyes were very clear, and the anxiety and irritation from earlier had disappeared.

  Yang Cheng saw him like this and felt satisfied, smiled and nodded: "This is just right, Sebastian, believe me, you can do anything!"

  Daisley nodded heavily, as if he had mustered up all his strength.

  "So, I have a simple request for you, help me defeat Bayern!" Yang Cheng's hands heavily patted his shoulders, giving a heavy order.