Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 140 Setting Sail (Third Update)
"Pei Le, watch your position!"

"Yu Jiahe, don't run around!"

"Captain Lu, don't rush to pass the ball, wait for them to come up!"

"Yang Fan! What the hell are you doing?"

Wei Lai stepped on the ball and stared wide-eyed. He turned his head and saw Yang Fan rushing ahead.

The spot that should have been there to provide support on the left was completely empty.

"Who taught you to kick like that?"

Yang Fan was stunned.

Kang Jianbin, standing to the side, retorted angrily, "Exactly!"

This wasn't the first time Yang Fan had done this; he had squeezed out Yang Fan's spot several times.

But he dared not speak out, for a simple reason: he had been beaten up by Yang Fan!

Wei Lai was somewhat angry.

Don't underestimate this simple forward run; Yang Fan's movement caused his position to overlap with Kang Jianbin's, resulting in Wei Lai's disappearance of his passing option on the left.

If the opponent presses aggressively, the defense will have to play with fewer players than the opponent.

Yang Fan slunk back, while Wei Lai kept firing off his messages.

"We won't rush in; we'll build up our regional numerical advantage and push forward slowly!"

Kang Jianbin: "Look at what people are saying!"

"If you keep running like that, how am I supposed to pass the ball? How are the others supposed to run? How are we supposed to push forward?"

Kang Jianbin: "That's right! I won't run away anymore!"

Yang Fan said sheepishly, "Stop scolding me, stop scolding me, I know I was wrong!"

Finally, Wei Lai changed his tune:

"Kang Jianbin! He has problems, why don't you say so?"

Kang Jianbin was dumbfounded.

"its me?"

On the coaching bench, the coaches watched with amusement as Wei Lai reprimanded the students.

"Finally, someone's going to teach Yang Fan a lesson!"

"That brat is as stubborn as a mule, he only listens to those who are better than him!"

"He Chaoyue or Wei Lai, those two can handle him!"

Yang Fan truly admires them both!

During the break, Wei Lai took the initiative to approach Yang Fan.

"I apologize for what I said earlier, but you also had a problem, you understand? You were too hasty and it affected the whole team!"

Wei Lai took the initiative to talk to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan nodded; "I know, but I'm just a little anxious."

After saying that, he muttered, "You and Lao He, one plays in the Chinese Super League and the other plays abroad, how can I not be anxious!"

Wei Lai said irritably, "You'll be here soon too!"

what?
Yang Fan suddenly looked up. He had been sitting on the ground, but upon hearing this, he crawled over on all fours.

He nudged Wei Lai with his shoulder and said with a smile, "Have you heard anything from the first team? Coach Zhang saw me?"

Wei Lai shook his head: "No, not at all!"

Yang Fan: "Then what do you mean by 'soon'?"

Wei Lai waved his hand: "It'll be soon, just wait!"

According to my recollection, Yang Fan also began to gain the qualification to train with the first team starting in the second half of the year.

First, he trained alongside others, then became a substitute, until he became a starter.

It'll only take a year or two!
“Wei Lai!” Qianxi walked over and plopped down opposite Wei Lai.

"You played really well in these two games!"

Wei Lai was both amused and exasperated; "What do you mean by 'flirtatious'?"

Millennium; "In the first game, you controlled the field and the pace, and Hanzhong Xinyue had a really tough time playing against you."

"In the second game, that little arc assist of yours, it was pretty flashy!"

Pei Le asked curiously, "What's the difference between playing in the Chinese Super League and playing with us?"

Wei Lai thought for a moment; "It's just that the intensity and pace should be faster. The intensity should be increased. I don't dare to fight head-on, so I mainly focus on quick processing and passing the ball out before they get close."

What if it's too late?

Pei Le asked.

Wei Lai: "Then I'll hold on for a bit. I can't say much, but I can hold on for a bit. I have enough time to pass the ball now."

Pei Le raised his hand; "Then I'm out of luck, I can't handle it!"

Wei Lai smiled; Pei Le really needed to practice.

This guy is very creative, but he's still far behind in other fundamental aspects.

Wei looked at Qianxi and asked, "How are you? You haven't heard from the first team since you started training with them?"

Millennium shrugged, puzzled. "I don't know either. After a few days of training, the old man said, 'Why are you all different?' and then sent me back."

Wei Lai: "Different from whom?"

“I don’t know,” Qianxi shook her head; “Nobody told me.” Wei Lai: “That’s strange!”

In the tactics room, Xue Guohao pointed to a figure on the large screen and said:

"Park Sung is 17 years old and currently plays for Busan Speedboat Football Club in the Korean K League 1."

"He has made five substitute appearances for the club so far, without scoring or assisting, but his overall performance has been quite good."

"Park Sung is very good at cutting inside from the wing. After cutting inside, he can choose to curl a shot or pass the ball through the net."

Yang Fan: "Cutting inside from the wing? That's similar to Lao He's style!"

Wei Lai shook his head: "His shooting skills are not good enough; he can't catch the arc of Lao He's foot."

Xue Guohao: "Try to prevent him from cutting inside. This task is assigned to Wei Lai, who is guarding him. When the ball is crossed from the wing, Yang Fan should interfere."

After a pause, Xue Guohao looked at Wei Lai and said, "In the next match, Wei Lai will play as a right defensive midfielder!"

Wei Lai raised an eyebrow slightly.

Can I go up?

Xue Guohao laughed and said, "I moved you to the right side so that you could participate in the attack, just like you did at Willie. You can overlap on the flanks or stand in the half-spaces. Use your crosses to find Qianxi or Kang Jianbin!"

Xue Guohao turned to look at Lu Chaokuan.

The latter immediately made an OK gesture.

"I understand! I'll fill in!"

Even though his own position was taken away, he wouldn't have any objections if it were Wei Lai.

Wei Lai immediately gave a thumbs up: "Captain Lu, you're so generous!"

Yang Fan: "Captain Lu, you're a living Buddha!"

Millennium: "Captain Lu, I love you!"

"Get lost!" Lu Chaokuan said, both amused and exasperated. "Don't try to sweet-talk me! Just win the game!"

Wei Lai nodded immediately, then looked at Qianxi and Kang Jianbin.

"In a bit, let's go practice a bit, you two can get familiar with my crosses."

Kang Jianbin: "Isn't it just about seizing points? That's my forte!"

Millennium touched his newly grown buzz cut.

"His crosses sometimes dip, we really need to get used to that."

Kang Jianbin: "Ah! Okay!"

Bohai Port, Dayugang Stadium.

This is the home stadium of Bohai Port Youth Football Club. They gave up their home ground for this China-South Korea match.

As the first professional stadium in the Liaodong region, it has a total of more than 60,000 seats.

The football market in Bohai Port is very active, and Dayugang Stadium maintains an average of 50,000 seats per game.

According to official statistics, the attendance rate for this warm-up match reached 48000 people!
For a U-series competition, even though it's a national-level event, this attendance rate is already incredibly high.

The reason for such high attendance is quite simple!
Firstly, the outstanding performance of this national youth team in the warm-up matches attracted a large number of Bohai Port fans.

Secondly, Wei Lai, a native of Bohai Port, is making his first appearance in his hometown, so naturally they have to support their fellow townsman.

Although Wei Lai plays for Jiaozhou Weili, he is from Bohai Port!
"Pull it up! Pull it up again!"

On the north grandstand, at the front edge of the grandstand, there is a huge folded TIFO, with ropes hanging down to the rooftop. Pulling the ropes will cause the huge TIFO to fill the entire grandstand.

This is a gift from the fans of the Bohai Port branch of the Chinese Dragons to these young men.

The rope was slowly pulled up, and the huge TIFO was revealed.

Against a white background representing purity, a large wooden ship sails across the sea.

Three masts stand tall, and three huge red sails adorn the surface.

A line of large text at the top.

【Chinese youth! Set sail!】

Wei Chenggong approached Fan Yong, who was the president of the Bohai Port branch of the Chinese Dragons and was directing TIFO with a megaphone.

"Brother Fan, TIFO is ready, but is it okay to put it in the North Stand? Will those fans agree to that?"

Fan Yong turned his head; "The North Stand has also been booked by our members. We'll be pulling the TIFO from the North Stand and having the South Stand sing along!"

After saying that, he turned around and called out, "Xiao Chen, don't forget the sound effects. Make sure to contact the DJ beforehand."

Xiao Chen gave an OK sign: "It's been explained! No problem!"

"Great!" Fan Yong gave a thumbs up; "You get things done quickly!"

Wei Chenggong looked towards TIFO in the stands.

"We've made quite a show of it!"

Fan Yong laughed and said, "Of course! Xiao Lai is one of our own from Bohai Port. It wouldn't be right for a fellow countryman not to support his own. Besides, we can see clearly that this national youth team is truly impressive! Bringing all those players who went abroad back here means anyone can beat them! We have to give them our full support!"

"Attendance figures don't lie! Nearly 50,000 people came to the game, that says it all!"

Fan Yong exclaimed, "This national youth team is truly extraordinary!"

“Indeed!” Wei Chenggong nodded.

Fan Yong turned his head: "Why are you shaking?"

"I'm a little nervous!"

(End of this chapter)