Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 149 He Chaoyue's Perfect Debut (Second Update)
boom!
He Chaoyue kicked the ball to Raul and continued to press forward along the wing.

He glanced at the full-back from Santuario, whose name was Tevez and who was 18 years old.

The problem wasn't this guy, but the burly man in the number 4 jersey who was sweeping around everywhere.

David Lawrence, 21, possesses a precise understanding of the game and excellent defensive skills.

Trying to get through the defensive system of these two guys is obviously not an easy task.

but.
"I hate it when people approach me. It means someone is trying to disrupt my game plan and misjudge the situation on the field!"

A quote from Wei Lai involuntarily came to mind.

He Chaoyue slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

Old Wei! You were a huge help!
He Chaoyue began to move towards the inside, pointing behind him and saying, "Raul, go to the outside!"

Raul received the ball and immediately changed direction towards the outside.

He and He Chaoyue formed a cross-position.

"Shit!"

Just as Lawrence started, he bumped into He Chaoyue, cursed angrily, and quickly started again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Chaoyue suddenly slipped into the gap between the center-back and the full-back.

"Watch out! Fortified ball!"

Santo Ario's full-back Tevez suddenly moved closer to He Chaoyue.

He had just taken a step when Raul suddenly accelerated twice along the side of the road and plunged in.

"Damn it!"

He turned around and rushed toward Raul without stopping.

But just as Raul was about to reach the finish line, he suddenly twisted his foot.

He passed the ball to He Chaoyue, who was diagonally behind him.

He Chaoyue flicks the ball with his left foot.

He waited for Lawrence to arrive, and the moment the other man arrived with great fanfare, he suddenly slumped to his right.

Lawrence immediately followed with a step, but He Chaoyue suddenly pulled back her center of gravity, and with two quick movements, she flew over Lawrence like a fried dough ball.

"Danny! Block the way!"

Lawrence turned his head and screamed in horror.

"late!"

He Chaoyue had already adjusted for his second kick, and swung his left foot, striking the ball hard.

His signature left-footed curler!

The ball arced through the air and nestled precisely into the goal.

Whoosh!!!

Thousands of Dossauds fans erupted in cheers; they were both residents of the town and fans of the Dossauds club.

They have lived here for generations, so their loyalty is practically off the charts.

Of course, this place is mostly made up of middle-aged people in their forties and fifties; the young people have all gone to the big cities.

At the front of the stands, there was an old man with a full head of white hair, wearing an old-fashioned Tomas jersey.

His cloudy eyes stared at He Chaoyue.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Black hair! Yellow skin! Signature left-footed curler and He!"

The old man murmured:

"Is that you? Have you come back?"

He Chaoyue celebrated in the corner kick area.

Raul hooked his arm around He Chaoyue's neck and laughed loudly, "I knew you could score goals, you're a natural striker!"

He Chaoyue extended her hand; "Well done!"

Snapped!
Raul gripped it tightly.

As the two retreated, cheers erupted from the noisy stands.

【Super! He!】

【Super! He!】

【Super! He!】

He Chaoyue paused for a moment, then turned to look.

He saw an old man with a full head of white hair, wearing a jersey from ten years ago, with his hands clasped to his mouth, loudly shouting the title that was so familiar to him.

The slogan wasn't particularly noticeable in the crowd, and the fans didn't pay much attention to it, but the old man stubbornly kept shouting at He Chaoyue.

At the very top of the stands, He Feng lowered his head slightly.

"He's still here!"

Andrea: "Of course, he's your number one fan. When you were injured and had to undergo surgery, you promised to come back after the surgery and lead us back to the second division!" "He's been waiting for you to fulfill that promise!"

He Feng felt a mix of emotions.

He couldn't come back because the hospital gave him a report that ended his athletic career!
“Old Nick is probably one of our oldest fans; he’s been supporting us for forty years,” Andrea remarked. “Every day, he would walk around the town with a red plastic bucket, giving away little trinkets he made to the residents and raising funds for the club so we could maintain the turf!”

He Feng looked at the vegetable patch and shook his head, saying, "This lawn doesn't look like it's been maintained!"

“Yes! Because other aspects also require money. The turf isn't maintained very often throughout the year; it just barely passes inspections. After all, club operations are the key.” Andrea: “You know, we're very poor!”

"But things are better now," Andrea sighed and smiled. "Thanks to my excellent transfer dealings, we signed El Niño and secured sponsorships from two Chinese companies!"

He Feng nodded and turned to look at the court.

"A perfect debut!"

Andrea nodded and smiled, "A goal! It was perfect. He's integrated into the team and will get more opportunities next season!"

Just then, on the field, He Chaoyue received the ball in the flank, suddenly turned around, and flicked it with her foot.

The ball was dribbled in a small parabola, just clearing the back line and dropping backward.

At the same time, Raul surged forward, jumped to control the ball with his chest, and immediately followed up with a shot with his right foot upon landing.

boom!
Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

Dorsan 2:2 Madrid Santourio.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

On the coaching bench, head coach Sancoya let out an excited monkey-like roar, pointing at He Chaoyue on the field and enthusiastically pumping his fist in celebration.

But he didn't see that behind him, a pair of resentful eyes were staring at him.

Coach, have you forgotten something?
Capeso hung his head; 87 minutes had passed.

Where's my debut?
No more!

09 National Youth Team Chat Group.

Yang Fan: [Big news! Lao He's debut: one goal and one assist, a perfect performance!]

Xiang Ming: [Huh? That terrifying?]

Wei Lai: [Awesome! La Liga is tough to play in!]

Chen Shaojie: [Are you two done for? Old Wei and Old He, are you trying to make life unbearable for anyone? Why are you putting so much pressure on us?]

Xiang Ming: [Damn it! I'm still a substitute, how come these two are already taking off?]

Yang Fan: [By the way, Lao Wei, you'll be starting soon, right?]

Wei Lai: [Starting lineup for the next match, confirmed!]

Yang Fan: [OMG! I was just asking, are you really going to start?]

Wei Lai: [Yeah! The three-game trial period is over, and the coach asked me to start a game to see how it goes, but I probably won't be able to play the full match!]

Jiaozhou Willie Training Base.

Wei Lai sat cross-legged on the bed, watched some clips of He Chaoyue's competition, and nodded in agreement.
"He's completely integrated and adapted really quickly. I guess he'll get more opportunities next season."

Wei Lai put his phone aside and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

He needs to further plan his future.

The first issue is studying abroad!
We definitely need to go abroad, but it has to be a formal match. It doesn't matter if we're in the reserve team or not, as long as it's a formal match.

Currently, Wei Lai is maintaining contact with George, but that guy is unreliable; he only brings in youth academy graduates, none of whom are as good as Mosktl.

If he's going to go to youth training, he might as well go to Mosktl.

If he can hold on, he might just make it to the Premier League.

But what he needs is a professional league!

Therefore, all youth training programs are not viable!

"Let's look for another opportunity at the World Youth Championships!"

The U17 World Championship is a global event, and many European clubs pay attention to it.

Many players have used this as a springboard to enter the European arena, so this is an opportunity.

If that doesn't work, Wei Lai will have to talk to the club to see if there are any opportunities for him to play abroad.

Jiaozhou Weili is very supportive of its players going out to play!
"World Youth Championships!"

Wei Lai's gaze suddenly turned serious.

This is a major competition!

Moreover, if the original plan remains unchanged, the Chinese U17 team will face a very strong opponent in the World U17 Championship!

Brazil's U17 national team, the football powerhouse and five-time world champion!
A formidable South American team led by the super-genius 'samba dancer' Astiti von Ronaldo.

In addition, France's Henri Danny will also make his debut at this World Youth Championship!

These extraordinary geniuses are all stepping onto the stage of history one after another!
Wei Lai clenched his fist suddenly.

"I'm still a long way off!"

(End of this chapter)