Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 135 What propelled his progress? (Third update)
The training ground for the first team of Atlético Amsterdam.

Assistant coach Pescho turned his head to look at the office building, then glanced down at his watch.

Three hours have passed, but Mr. Morton still hasn't come.

"What happened?"

Pessan was a little worried. He turned his head and shouted loudly towards the training field, "You guys continue training, I'll be there in a bit!"

Having said that, he glared and said, "Don't let me catch anyone slacking off!"

The players from Atlético Amsterdam have once again thrown themselves into a passionate training session.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Mr. Morton's voice came from inside the room.

Pessan immediately pushed open the door and went inside.

He saw Mr. Morton, his fingers interlaced and placed on his stomach, leaning back slightly in his chair, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

"gentlemen?"

Pessan walked over and called out.

Mr. Morton nodded, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his temples.

How much time has passed?

"Sir! Three hours have passed!"

Pechamp answered truthfully.

"Three hours have passed without me even realizing it!"

Mr. Morton seemed to be sighing over something.

After saying that, he turned the computer screen towards Pessan.

"Perfect timing, why don't you take a look at these videos too!"

Pessand was somewhat confused, but still nodded.

The first match video.

"Not bad! Good defensive awareness!"

The second match video.

"He has made great progress. He is physically stronger, his defense is more decisive, and he has developed a certain ability to break free!"

The third video.

"He has talent and is worth nurturing!"

Mr. Morton straightened the computer screen, turned to look at Peschan, and smiled, "Tell me your thoughts!"

After a moment's thought, Pei Shang spoke up:
"In the first match video, this player is more like a piece of the puzzle, with excellent defense and a great awareness of chasing and helping on defense!"

"In the second match video, this player improved his defensive coverage, moved actively, and had a certain ability to break free, but his offensive ability was somewhat disappointing!"

"In the third match video, he showed significant improvement, becoming more balanced in all aspects, making quick decisions, remaining calm during the match, demonstrating a good understanding of the tactical system, and developing a certain sense of rhythm. Moreover, his ability to read the game gradually increased across these three videos!"

Pechamp concluded, "Worth watching!"

Mr. Morton looked at Peschan with a smile and said, "What do you think is the time span of these three videos?"

Pechan: "Since you asked that, it means this player is improving very quickly, his progress is obvious, and he has developed certain personal characteristics! This will take some time."

He stated unequivocally, "So, I think it will be in 5-6 years! If the player is under 23, then he deserves our attention!"

Mr. Morton smiled and shook his head:
"The first video was from July last year, and the third video was from April this year, which is exactly what happened!"

"The time span is only nine months, less than a year. By the way, this player is 16 years old this year!"

Pechamp was completely petrified.

His eyes slowly widened, and his mouth gaped open. "No, impossible!"

He exclaimed, "This is impossible! Nine months isn't enough time for this kind of change to happen. This...this isn't growth, this is evolution!"

Mr. Morton added: "This player has just been discovered to have relatively well-rounded talent with no weak foot! If the above is true, what would your assessment of him be according to our youth academy's grading system?"

Peschan immediately shook his head; "That's impossible! Absolutely impossible! If that's really the case... I... I don't know!"

Mr. Morton suddenly exclaimed, "I don't know either. I've mentored many young people, but this is the first time I've seen such an astonishing rate of growth!"

“Although I trust the little crocodile, I can’t joke about my job.”

After a pause, Mr. Morton looked at Pescho and said, "Call Van Nestlé and have him go to China to scout out this player and gather some detailed information about him!"

John Van Nestlé, Chief Scout of Atlético Amsterdam.

Pei Shang looked at the old man, pursed his lips, and said, "What if...it's true?"

Mr. Morton lowered his eyes.

"Then we must take him down!"

Mr. Morton slowly stood up, looked out the window at the training field, and put his hands behind his back.

What kind of potential and talent drove his rapid growth?

"Let Van Nester take a look at this first, and then we'll go to Brazil, Argentina, and Austria to inspect those three!"

"hang?"

"What hook?"

Wei Lai stared at the popular coach, arguing heatedly until his face turned red.

"This is clearly my talent!"

"It's a bug!" the popular coach said helplessly. "Think about it, was this how you started? Relatively balanced without a weak foot, the key is relatively balanced, but your left foot is obviously too balanced."

"This is the result of a bug where some experience was overwritten when you were absorbing Kanté's talent. This bug happened to affect your left foot, so it gives the impression of being relatively balanced without a weak foot!"

The popular coach patted Wei Lai on the shoulder: "Accept your fate! You don't have that talent!"

Wei Lai pursed his lips: "Damn system, how come there are so many bugs!"

The popular coach was both amused and exasperated: "You're still not happy? How about we fix the bug in the simulation course and take back this experience coverage?"

Wei Lai immediately backed down.

"I think!"

Wei Lai lifted his left foot and asked worriedly, "Can my left foot still be activated?"

"Theoretically, it's very difficult!" the popular coach grinned; "But you can attend classes! Find a course taught by a bipedal monster, graduate from the advanced course and you'll become a true one-legged being. Need my recommendation?"

Wei Lai grinned; "I'm dirt poor right now, how can I possibly attend a class!"

The popular coach shrugged: "Well, there's nothing we can do about that then!"

Wei Lai suddenly asked with some concern, "You mean the simulation course can't suddenly fix a bug and make me go back to having a crippled left leg?"

"No!" The popular coach shook his head: "This is a problem with the system, not with you. Just consider it a gift!"

"That's good!"

Wei Lai nodded, then said bitterly, "Damn it! I made everyone happy for nothing. I thought I had some rare talent!"

The popular coach stared at Wei Lai and murmured softly:
"You have!"

"Huh?" Wei Lai turned his head: "What talent?"

The popular coach smiled. "Let's start training. Do you have any more training spots?"

“It’s gone!” Wei Lai said bitterly.

The popular coach shrugged.

Wei Lai immediately got up and said fiercely:
"Practice! Practice like crazy! So what if I don't have talent? I've got a cheat code!"

(End of this chapter)