Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 148 Surpassing (First Update)
Valencia, Spain.

The Dossan City Hall Stadium is the home ground of the Dossan club.

The stadium is extremely old, with only two stands and a total seating capacity of no more than 10,000 people.

The mottled, cracked walls bear the marks of time, the old grass is worn out, and in some areas even the yellow soil has been turned upside down.

Dorsan is not a big club; they are a small-town football club with limited finances and a less-than-ideal home stadium.

"So? Are you looking forward to it?"

Raul walked over and patted He Chaoyue on the shoulder.

He Chaoyue turned her head and nodded slowly; "I'm really looking forward to it!"

Raul smiled and said, "Today is your debut, so prepare well!"

He Chaoyue nodded solemnly; "Okay!"

Inside the locker room of the D'Orson, head coach Sancoa clapped his hands and shouted:

"Attention! Attention! The season is almost over, everyone stay alert and don't let your guard down in the final stages!"

After a pause, Sankoa turned to look at the two young men in the corner of the locker room.

"Capeso! What?!"

They both stood up at the same time.

Sankoa looked at the two and said, "Today I will give you your debut opportunity. Whether you can seize it or not depends on your own performance."

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, the main players, get ready to go on the field. Everyone else, be ready to come on at any time!"

Raul stood up and slammed his fist on the table.

"go ahead!!"

The crowd shouted, "Dear Father!!"

2025/2026 Spanish First Division, Round 32.

Dorsan Football Club vs. Madrid Santuralio.

The average age on the left is 27, while the average age on the right is 21!
That's right!

This is the reserve team of La Liga giants Madrid.

The Spanish First Division and the Spanish Second Division are filled with a large number of reserve teams from La Liga teams.

According to FIFA regulations, teams belonging to the same club cannot participate in the same level of competition.

This also means that the so-called B team can only play in the second division at most!
For example, Valencia B, thanks to their outstanding performance last season, is currently playing in the Segunda División.

Santo Ario of Madrid is slightly weaker overall, but they would still be an excellent team in La Liga.

"Why did they make our debut in this game?!" Capeso's leg trembled nervously.

He Chaoyue turned her head; "It doesn't matter who the opponent is, just play your own game well!"

Capeso: "Hey! It's Santuralio over there! Madrid's reserves!"

He Chaoyue: "I know, so what?"

"They'll be Madrid players when they get promoted to the first team!" Capperso exclaimed dramatically. "That's Madrid!"

He Chaoyue: "In fact, the Madrid first team mainly relies on external recruitment, and there are not many successful cases of internal promotion. It is considered very ideal if even one of these people is promoted to the first team."

Capelso: "Even if it's not Madrid, they can join other La Liga teams!"

He Chaoyue frowned; "Are you scared?"

Capeso opened his mouth, then shook his head helplessly. "Okay, I am a little scared. I'm afraid I'll mess it up."

“If it were any other team, it would be fine, they are older than me, but many of Santuralio's are the same age as me, and I'm afraid I'll be outdone by them.”

He Chaoyue: "Don't worry, the coach has never had this expectation of you. You don't need to compare yourself to Santourio's players!"

Capeso paused for a moment; "Dude, have I ever told you that you have a nasty way of speaking?"

He Chaoyue: "I'm just telling the truth, and it may sound harsh, but neither you nor I are qualified to compare ourselves to Santuario right now!"

At that moment, a furious roar came from the front:

"Idiot! I gave you a chance to dribble past me, not to dance in place like a monkey!" "Oh~~ You're really stupid, are you a clown? Get your act together!"

He Chaoyue silently got up.

"Where are you going?" Capeso asked.

He Chaoyue: "I feel like it's my turn to go on stage!"

Ten minutes later.

"Get down here! Now! Get down here!"

He Chaoyue stood on the sidelines wearing a brand-new No. 14 jersey.

He loosened his long hair, tightened it with a rubber band, shook his head, and let his ponytail swing. Only after feeling it secure did he move his shoulders.

Beside him, a furious Sankoa was still pointing at his black friend and unleashing a torrent of abuse.

He Chaoyue turned a deaf ear to this.

The moment the black guy crossed the white line, He Chaoyue immediately stepped onto the court.

In the distant lands of Europe, in a competition that no one pays attention to, he is about to begin his professional career.

Nobody here knows him!

No one here will call him a genius!

He won't receive any special treatment here!
Everything has to start from scratch!
Everything is a challenge!
but.
He Chaoyue held his head high, showing no fear of any challenge!

At the very top of the stands, two figures stood side by side.

A Westerner wearing a casual suit.

The other was an Asian face wearing a sports short-sleeved shirt.

If Chinese fans were here, they would easily recognize this person.

He was once hailed as China's top striker and the most promising candidate to compete in one of the top five European leagues.

He Feng was hailed as the "Chinese Whirlwind" in that era!

Andrea looked at his former friend, shook his head, and sighed:
"You're still so stubborn!"

He Feng turned his head; "Am I stubborn?"

“That’s right!” Andrea grinned. “Just like that stinky rock, I’ve never been able to convince you, but… that’s probably just your nature. You never want to be changed.”

He Feng smiled, his face obscured by sunglasses, but he had a full beard and a striking resemblance to He Chaoyue in facial features.

Andrea: "I still don't understand. If the fans knew he was your son, it would definitely be a huge help to him."

"Buddy, this is the legacy of number seven! Ever since your accident, the club has retired number seven. Ten years have passed, but that number has still not been used. You know what that number means!"

Andrea looked at He Feng and said, "Lead Dorsan to glory! Just like ten years ago, you almost led us to the second division!"

He Feng turned his head; "So, you want to tell the fans that he's my son, so he should get the number 7 jersey and inherit my will?"

Andrea: "Isn't it a touching story? The fans will always remember you! Ten years ago, that hot summer!"

He Feng smiled and asked, "Kevin, what kind of person do you think I am?"

Andrea; "A stubborn man!"

He Feng said, both amused and exasperated, "Besides stubbornness?"

"Smelly feet, frequent farting, no sense of time, and unable to resist beautiful women."

He Feng kicked out, but Andrea easily dodged it.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"It feels like going back ten years." Andrea straightened her clothes and looked at He Feng; "You are a proud person!"

He Feng pointed to He Chaoyue on the court; "That guy is even more arrogant than me!"

He grinned and said, "So, he named himself 'Beyond'!"

(End of this chapter)