Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 138 Departure! Bohai Port! (First Update)
Simulated course.

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Wei Lai was practicing his arc shot on the court, while his popular coach stood on the sidelines.

The popular coach tilted his head, staring at the arcs of each kick, completely stunned.

He is indeed teaching curves!

But it draws an arc in the air!

Why are you doing this on the ground?

Wei Lai stood in front of the ball and slowly exhaled.

"The principle behind curling the ball is the same, but in order to prevent the ball from rising, the entire core needs to be tense. At the moment of impact, the body needs to lean forward, omitting a certain run-up angle, which requires increasing the flick of the ankle!"

Thinking about these key points, Wei Lai suddenly raised his head, ran forward lightly, and then spurred the front of his foot forward.

"Tighten your core! Lean forward!"

As he struck the ball, Wei Lai tensed his core and began to lean slightly forward.

Simultaneously
"Send your foot forward!"

boom!
The ball was suddenly struck and flew diagonally forward. Then, it spun violently on the ground and rolled strangely toward the center before veering to the left.

"Holy crap! It worked!"

Wei Lai jumped up with joy.

The kick I stumbled upon by chance actually turned out to be something I mastered through practice.

"What are you doing?"

The popular coach walked over, his face full of worry.

"This is my lesson, and this is yours."

This guy must have snagged so many advanced courses from me!
You have to kowtow to me!
Wei Lai turned his head excitedly and said, "How about it? Isn't it cool? It's just as good as your curveball!"

The popular coach grinned, then shook his head and sighed, "He can train, but it's useless!"

Wei Lai curled his lip; "How is it useless? Only yours is useful?"

The popular coach said, "My playing style suits you, and it also suits your current position!"

After saying that, he pointed at Wei Lai and asked, "What do you plan to do with this?"

"that is."

At this point, Wei Lai was stunned.

"Look at this!" the popular coach shook his head. "With so many players on the field, and you're in the defensive midfield position, where are you going to find enough space to pass that kind of curved shot? Besides, you can kick that curve in an 'n' shape, but not a 'C' shape, understand?"

"It's not impossible for you to use this kind of pass effectively, but two key conditions must be met!"

"First: You need to have an excellent sense of spatial awareness and be able to capture the changes on the ever-changing field, which means you need an absolute sense of openings!"

"Secondly: You can't play this kind of ball from the defensive midfield position, can you? To make good use of this kind of ball, you need to play the number 10 position, which is the last pass, or at least you need to be a central midfielder! On the counter-attack, even if you're not on the first line, you need to be on the second counter-attack line!"

"But you're a defensive midfielder. You're the third line on the counter-attack, which is your own half, or the hub for transitioning between attack and defense. If you run up front, the back line will be empty!"

"So!" The popular coach spread his hands; "This ball doesn't mean much to you, just practice it for fun!"

Wei Lai pursed his lips; "What if we counter-attack, and I go forward but don't retreat in time, and my teammate manages to steal the ball and I get it? That would be..."

At this point, Wei Lai wanted to slap himself.

The popular coach even crossed his arms, looking like he was saying, "Look at what you're saying."

"Fine!" Wei Lai plopped down on the ground, dejected. "It really didn't work!"

"Actually, it's still somewhat useful!" the popular coach said, looking at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai looked up hopefully and asked, "What's it for?"

"nice!"

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"Forget it, let's practice the Crescent Moon Saber!" Wei Lai shook his head, stood up, put his hands on his hips, and said excitedly, "I have ten more training points!"

The popular coach laughed, "Come on!" "Let's do it!"

Jingle Bell!
The phone rang, and Zhang Zhenting glanced at it sideways.

Caller ID: [Annoying Person]!
Zhang Zhenting sighed and reluctantly answered the phone.

"What are you doing?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded helpless:

"Brother Zhang, let them go! There's really no one left! We barely won against Uzbekistan last time, and we're facing South Korea next time. You're under a lot of pressure, bro!"

"You really have to release them this time! If you don't, I'll go to your Willy's gate and make a scene, I'll throw a tantrum and you'd better release them!"

"Brother Zhang, I've never asked anyone for a favor before, but I'm begging you this time!"

Zhang Zhenting said irritably, "Didn't you ask for favors? You make eight hundred calls a day, and the word 'ask' never leaves your lips!"

“Hey Zhang Zhenting! Don’t push things too far! Don’t think I can’t do anything about it. I’m going to tell your sister-in-law and expose everything about you. You were leading us back then!”

"roll roll roll!"

Chang Chen-ting asked bluntly, "A few days?"

Xue Guohao: "Just three days! Not five days?"

“Three days!” Zhang Zhenting said decisively.

After saying that, Zhang Zhenting pursed his lips and said, "Go easy on me. I don't even want to use my full strength. If you hurt someone, I'll fly over and beat you up!"

"Okay, I'll be careful and make sure to return it intact, I promise!"

Chang Chen-ting couldn't help but laugh.

"You guy."

After saying that, Chang Chen-ting lit a cigarette and laughed, "You must be under a lot of pressure."

Xue Guohao complained, "I'm getting old, and the World Youth Championships are just around the corner. So many eyes are on me."

"If we play well this time, I'll be promoted to the national youth team; if we don't, I'm out!"

Chang Chen-ting: "It's not like they'll kick you out. The higher-ups are still more patient now, unlike back in our day, when if one performance didn't work out, you were kicked out!"

"Those were the two groups that were kicked out!" After a pause, Xue Guohao said, "Brother Zhang, I heard you've been in contact with Zhao Lei?"

"The rumors have reached you?" Zhang Zhenting laughed; "Which little brat tattled on me?"

"It's not exactly a snitch; Xiao Lei told me himself. He's too scared to gamble and asked me to sound him out," Xue Guohao said. "Are you really giving him a chance?"

Chang Chen-ting: "It's impossible for him to be a starter. You know the gap between him and Rubio, but I will give him a chance to train. The main purpose is to be a pivot point. His body can handle it!"

"He's 18 and has even played in the Chinese Super League. He's talented, but his team isn't good enough!"

After a pause, Zhang Zhenting asked, "What did he say?"

Xue Guohao: "He wants to go, but he's afraid you'll bench him, and he's also a little afraid of you, so please be gentle with him."

Chang Chen-ting glared: "What did I do to him?"

Xue Guohao: "Your reputation isn't good! Back in your playing days, you led us in a lot of fights. We were known as the 'East Asia Kung Fu Team'!"

Chang Chen-ting: "Tell him to put his mind at ease and not cause me any trouble. Why would I be crazy enough to yell at him? I'm getting older now, and my temper has improved. You can ask Wei Lai if you don't believe me!"

Xue Guohao: "Okay, I'll let Xiao Lei know, and you guys can tell him the specifics."

"to make!"

The two chatted for a while longer before hanging up the phone.

At the training ground, Wei Lai had just come down when Zhang Zhenting walked over.

"You're going to Bohai Port tomorrow for the national youth team's warm-up match. Three days later, after the match, come back immediately!"

Zhang Zhenting glared: "If you don't come back today, I'll come and get you, understand?"

Wei Lai immediately nodded; "Understood!"

(End of this chapter)