Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 141 All for the Youth of China (Fourth Update)
April 23rd, China U-series warm-up match day.

Bohai Port, Dayugang Stadium.

China U17 national youth team vs. South Korea U17 national youth team.

A warm-up match attracted a large number of fans, with nearly 50,000 spectators filling almost the entire stadium.

As soon as Wei Lai and his teammates stepped onto the court to warm up, they were greeted by a huge cheer.

The deafening cheers almost lifted the stadium off its feet.

Holy crap! There are so many people!

Yang Fan looked around the field in astonishment; it was the first time he had to play football in this kind of environment.

"I'd heard that the football market at Bohai Port was booming, but I didn't expect it to be this hot!"

Millennium was also amazed.

"Look!"

Pei Le pointed to the large screen.

I saw only one line of words written on it.

[Number of attendees: 49813]

"Nearly 50,000 people!" Yang Fan gasped. "Damn! I'm nervous!"

Snapped!
Wei Lai slapped Yang Fan on the back.

"What's there to be afraid of! Just do it!"

Yang Fan nodded and said fiercely, "Let's do it!"

"Keep it up, guys!"

"We've all come to support you!"

"Don't lose to South Korea, keep it up!"

The cheers and encouragement invigorated them.

The DJ at the scene was also playing music and shouting slogans, which enlivened the atmosphere for the fans.

Suddenly, a sharp sound came from the dome speakers.

Everyone frowned slightly, then looked up.

The sound of a live DJ came through the loudspeaker.

"Next up is a gift from the Bohai Port branch of the China Dragons fans to the young men. Please look towards the North Stand!"

Fans, including players like Wei Lai, all looked up.

“It’s coming!!”

"Ready! Ready!"

"No mistakes allowed!!"

"Everyone, cheer up!"

Instantly, the north stands seemed to enter a state of combat readiness, with everyone starting to stand up.

"Three, two, one! Pull!!"

Buzz~~~~~~~~~！！！
A deep, resonant whistling sound traveled through the loudspeakers to the entire venue.

This is the sound of a ship's horn when it leaves port.

And this was accompanied by a hissing sound.

On the north grandstand, a giant TIFO is slowly rising.

"Wow~~~"

Yang Fan slightly opened his mouth.

Wei Lai stared blankly at the scene.

The same applies to other national youth teams.

TIFO was slowly pulled up, and a huge ship came into view, with three red sails that made people feel incredibly welcome.

At the very top, there is a line of text.

Chinese youth, set sail!

A heavy hissing sound!
Ships departing from port!
Towering masts!

All of this is for the youth of China!

"South Stand, prepare!!!"

Fan Yong, holding a megaphone, stood at the command post and shouted.

Thousands of fans, dressed in red jerseys, stood up almost simultaneously and raised their hands high.

Swoosh!!!——

The south grandstand was filled with people raising their arms like a forest.

"Flag bearer! Ready!"

Fan Yong roared again.

Swish swish! ! !
Wei Chenggong mustered all his strength and lifted the huge flag.

Several large flags stood among the crowd, their fluttering in the wind.

The next second, dynamic music exploded in my ears, followed by a series of almost roaring vocals.

Like the biting winds of the North, they swept fiercely towards the stadium.

【Cold wind!!! ——】

Thousands of arms pressed down suddenly.

【Bitterly cold!!! ——】

His arm shot up again.

[Roaring across the Bohai Sea!!!]

No! No cowardice! We will defend our dignity!!

[The starry sky! Boundless! A streak of red lightning flashes!! ——]

[Time! Alert! The battle is for China!! ——]

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Thousands of people jumped in the stands, shoulder to shoulder, embracing each other, like a huge, pulsating red wall.

They emitted a series of booming sounds. [Ole! Ole! Ole~Ole~Ole~~~]

【Ole! Ole! Ole~Ole~Ole~~~]

【Ole! Ole! Ole~Ole~Ole~~~]

Wei Lai clenched his fists tightly, feeling his heart pounding violently.

Yang Fan pursed his lips tightly, but they were still trembling violently.

Millennium and the others slowly lowered their heads; they dared not look any longer, feeling as if their hearts were about to explode.

"I'll give it my all!!"

Lu Chaokuan's face flushed red as he turned and shouted sternly, "This match... must be won!"

Everyone nodded vigorously.

If we lose, we'll really lose face!
After the warm-up, Wei Lai and others raised their hands and applauded as they passed the south stand to thank the fans for their gifts.

Inside the locker room, the game is about to begin.

But it was much quieter than usual.

Yet, within this atmosphere, it seemed as if another flame was flickering.

Coaches Xue Guohao and others remained silent; they did not give any pre-match morale speeches.

Because the fans at Bohai Port have done enough!
Flames! They've been lit!

Fighting spirit! It fills my heart!
"Come!!"

Lu Chaokuan, wearing the captain's armband, turned around and roared.

Everyone, including the coaching staff, formed a circle.

"I won't waste words!"

Lu Chaokuan said sternly, "You've felt what you needed to feel, and you've conveyed what you needed to convey!"

A flame ignited in everyone's eyes.

Lu Chaokuan roared:

"What do they want?!"

The boys roared in unison, "Victory!!—"

Lu Chaokuan's near-roar:

"what should we do?"

The boys stared with bloodshot eyes:
"Fight to the death!!!"

Lu Chaokuan roared, "Louder!!—"

"victory!!!--"

"Fight to the death!!!"

Lu Chaokuan clenched his fists and roared:

"Ready to fight!!"

The boys bowed low and roared.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!—"

Those youthful roars filled the air above Bohai Port!

At the players' tunnel.

Both teams' players are ready.

The camera zooms in on each scene from beginning to end.

The boys' faces were expressionless, only silent.

Even so, they could still read the surging fighting spirit emanating from that silence!
The starting lineups for both sides are as follows;

中国U17（4-2-3-1）：
Goalkeeper: Chen Zhe!
Defenders: Lu Chaokuan, Mao Biao, Jin Yaowen, Yang Fan.

Midfielders: Luo Xiang, Wei Lai, Pei Le, Yu Jiahe, Qian Xi.

Forward: Kang Jianbin.

South Korea U17 (3-5-2):
Goalkeeper: Jin Cheng.

Defenders: Cho Sung-mo, Kim Doo-jae, Jung Sang-min.

Midfielders: Park Sung, Lee Won-il, Lee Chan, Ryu Won-gil, Jung Geun-seok.

Forwards: Luo Chenghao, Cao Dayong.

As they left the stadium, the South Koreans muttered to themselves and occasionally chuckled.

Yang Fan frowned; "What are you muttering about?"

"Xiba!"

Jin Yaowen glared, then suddenly turned his head: "Kill them, they're disgusting us!"

Yang Fan glared: "Which brat?"

Jin Yaowen: "Number 7!"

Yang Fan: "Busan sissy?"

Jin Yaowen: "That damn guy! It's him!"

"Damn it, it's me."

Just as Yang Fan was about to speak, he saw Wei Lai staring intently at Park Sung.

"I'm not needed anymore!" Yang Fan grinned; "That kid's in trouble!"

The referee turned and gestured for the referee to enter the field.

Lu Chaokuan stood at the very front and roared angrily:

"Brothers! Prepare for battle!"

The crowd roared in anger:

"Fight! Fight!"

"Take the victory!"

"Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)