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Chapter 37 Pain Doesn't Disappear, It Only Transfers

[Xabi Alonso's Standard Long Pass Template (Expert)]

Proficiency: -2/500

Proficiency: -1/500

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[Xabi Alonso's Standard Long Pass Template (Expert)]

Proficiency: 0/500

You have paid off all your loans.

You can now start a new loan.

"...Finally done."

On the training field, Hao Ren was exhausted after finishing the first phase of training.

Fortunately, I just paid off the loan for the [Standard Long Transmission Template], so I feel very accomplished now.

"Mr. Goodman!"

Just as Hao Ren was preparing to start the new loan process, Lucas ran up to him with Otto: "Master, we've completed the task you assigned us. What's our next task?"

"Wait, Lucas, it's too early for you to call me master. I haven't decided to formally accept you yet."

Hao Ren told Lucas that in China, confirming a mentor-apprentice relationship is a very serious matter.

Even if Lucas and Otto perform exceptionally well, Hao Ren cannot simply accept them as apprentices.

"All right."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the two children, but this disappointment was quickly replaced by enthusiasm.

"Alright, I won't assign you any new tasks today. We'll meet again at this training ground the day after tomorrow, and I'll teach you new techniques then!"

"Uh-huh!"

Lucas prepared to leave, but Otto stood still, scrutinizing Hao Ren in front of him: "Mr. Goodman, is something on your mind?"

"Oh?"

Hao Ren frowned: "Why do you say that?"

"My brother and I watched your game tonight. You should have started, but Rangnick only brought you on as a substitute. Rangnick is disgusting!"

"Haha! Otto, you're right!"

Hao Ren immediately gave Otto a thumbs up: "Okay, I admit it, you do have the talent to be my apprentice. But Otto, there's no need to rush into starting. That's just being a substitute for one game. I should be a starter in the next game. As long as I train hard."

"but……"

"but?"

Otto pricked up his ears: "Dear Mr. Goodman, isn't hard training enough?"

"It's not that it's not enough, but my situation is rather special."

Hao Ren shook his head: "My coach told me that truly effective training should be painful. But I've never felt the pain he was talking about."

Filled with doubt, Hao Ren looked up at the sky: "Is my training ineffective? How can I feel pain?"

Otto's eyes widened as if he were deep in thought: "Hmm... I think that someone as talented as Mr. Goodman doesn't need to worry about training efficiency at all. You only need to make a slight move to push others to their limits."

"Ha ha!"

Hao Ren agreed with Otto, and graciously waved his hand, "That's right, as long as we win. Training efficiency... Mr. Goodman doesn't care!"

"etc!"

The alert Hao Ren sensed something was amiss: "Otto, what about the pain? If my training is consistently inefficient, does that mean I'll never have to experience pain again?"

"Of course!"

Lucas expressed his approval.

However, Hao Ren preferred to listen to Otto's analysis rather than Lucas's.

"Dear Mr. Goodman, I learned a quote from the Bible: Pain doesn't disappear, it just shifts."

"Pain doesn't disappear, it just shifts..."

Hao Ren felt that Otto's words were very philosophical, so he began to ponder them seriously.

"If I can't feel pain, where does the pain go?"

"Um……"

"never mind!"

Hao Ren understood.

What's this talk about transferring or not? It's none of my business anyway.

Mr. Goodman doesn't care!

……

The next day, in the lounge on the first floor of the Red Bull training center.

It was still Mintzlaff and Rangnick, but this time Rangnick couldn't be as arrogant as before.

"Ralf, I know you've been chasing so-called 'change.' But I've told you more than once that RB Leipzig needs immediate results; our goal is to achieve the best results as quickly as possible!"

Even if you're right, we don't have time to wait for the day you successfully bring about change!

Mintzlaff was very angry.

"Ralph, you're younger than me, so why are you even more stubborn?"

"We had a five-game winning streak. Why don't you let the team continue with that lineup and tactics to get more wins? Why insist on your own ideas?"

"You stuck to your idea, and then what? We lost one game and drew one. And in both games, Leipzig's tactical performance was terrible."

"..."

Faced with Mintzlaff's questioning, Rangnick was speechless.

"Ralph, I don't understand!"

"The council has already held a meeting. Your repeated mistakes have caused you to lose many supporters. I think we should reconsider your future."

"No, wait, wait a minute!"

Rangnick gestured to Mintzlaff not to rush.

Just two weeks ago, he had planned to make a big splash in Leipzig.

How can we give up halfway through a goal that has already been set?

"We've already given you one chance. So Ralph, this is the last chance."

"The next plenary council meeting is in two weeks, and we will decide your fate. There will be no leniency this time."

After saying that, Mintzlaff got up and walked away, not even giving Rangnick a chance to stop him.

"No!"

boom!

After Mintzlaff left, Rangnick slammed his fist on the sofa: "Ficken! (Fuck)"

At this moment, Rangnick was like Copernicus, who tried to prove the heliocentric theory hundreds of years ago.

They were all convinced they were right and could provide partial theoretical proof, but they just couldn't gain the trust of others.

The feeling of wanting to prove oneself but not getting the chance is truly...

hateful!

Rangnick slumped onto the sofa, his body trembling slightly.

Ouch, that hurts!

"Ralph!?"

Upon discovering that Mintzlaff had left, Almas quickly dropped what he was doing and rushed over, only to find Rangnick slumped on the sofa as soon as he entered.

"Ralph, what's wrong?"

"..."

Rangnick didn't speak, but Almas could feel the Leipzig coach trembling, and even sense a strange anger in his body.

Or to put it more precisely, it was a kind of anger mixed with resentment!

The old man seems to be angered by something.

"This, this..."

Almas was also at a loss.

"What happened? Ralph, are you hurt anywhere?"

"Should I call the team doctor? Or can you tell me who can help you right now?"

"Ralph, say something!"

Rangnick did not answer Almas's question directly, but slowly raised his right arm.

"Mr. Goodman..."

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