Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 151 John Van Nestor (Fourth Update)
"How did you get to my feet? Did you install a tracker on me?"

"What tracker? I just estimated your running lead."

"Predict? Can you predict where I'll run off to?"

Wei Lai scratched his face and laughed, "That's all for now."

"Currently?"

"This feeling could be refined further, for example, which foot lands first when you're running across that area."

Wei Lai tilted his head back and said, "It's impossible to fully predict it right now, but I just have this feeling."

“I’ve never heard of it!” Jersey shook his head, his expression towards Wei Lai somewhat strange.

If this guy isn't bragging, then he's a monster!

Wei Lai grinned. In fact, when Coach Beckham first said it, he also thought the other party was bragging.

But when the opponent launched a long pass across half the field, accurately delivering it to his teammate's left foot, Wei Lai was completely dumbfounded.

This is feasible!
However, this places stringent requirements on the footwork for long passes and the spatial awareness required.

Even coach Beckham wouldn't dare say he could pull off that every time.

Wei Lai needs even more practice!

Inside a coffee shop at Qizhou Olympic Sports Center.

A Western-looking man wearing a black sports vest, baseball cap, and sunglasses was sitting by the window, making a phone call.

"We have observed two matches so far. I did not play in the third match due to physical reasons. Today I will be able to conduct the fourth observation."

Morton asked on the other end of the phone:

"Can we see that incredible progress?"

Van Nestor: "Sir, I haven't seen that yet. My current observations are mainly focused on the technical and consciousness levels, but I can't get any concrete information from observation alone. I need to make contact with him."

"Observe one more game, then give me a detailed report!"

"Yes sir!"

Vannest hung up the phone and took a notebook out of his backpack.

The notebook was filled with all sorts of information, with the initials of a name at the very top.

【Wei.L】

Looking at the document, Van Nestor took off his hat, scratched his head, and muttered to himself:
"It has obvious technical flaws, but it has a very stable control over rhythm and positioning. It has a keen sense of space, observes frequently, makes stable short passes, and occasionally has some impressive rhythm changes."

He turned a page and began to mutter to himself again;

"At 16, his physique is still quite good. He hasn't done too much strength training and has potential to be explored."

"Active running and excellent cardiopulmonary function? Without specific data to prove it, a clear assessment cannot be made!"

"He is very smart, plays very well, is very good at utilizing the rules of the game, and clearly understands what he should do."

"Well"

Vannest tapped the notebook lightly with his finger.

As the chief scout for Sporting Amsterdam, Van Nestlé has been in contact with countless players.

He has worked with everyone from amateur prodigies to superstars.

He had encountered all sorts of players, but he had never met a freak like Wei Lai!

Van Nestlé is very good at discovering and finding the talent of young players, and he is one of the guarantees of Amsterdam's continued high output.

But this world-renowned scout, after observing Wei Lai, was completely at a loss.

"And then there's the most crucial leap forward."

Van Nestlé looked up and rubbed his temples hard.

"I have to talk to him, even if it's just to clear up my doubts, I have to have a good talk with him!"

"How did they train this monster?"

In the evening, at Qizhou Olympic Sports Center.

The fourth round of the Chinese Super League is about to kick off, and the number of fans gathered here has increased significantly.

Two consecutive away games had left the Willys fans feeling incredibly frustrated. In the underground parking garage of Qizhou Olympic Sports Center, a bus carrying the Jiaozhou Willys players arrived at the stadium's underground entrance.

There were many fans today, so to avoid causing a disturbance, the bus drove into the stadium's underground parking lot.

Chang Chen-ting got out of the car first and began directing everyone into the venue.

"Take all the equipment, don't leave anything behind, we'll be there in a bit."

Suddenly, a commotion arose nearby.

Zhang Zhenting frowned slightly and turned his head to look over.

Several security guards were seen pulling at a guy wearing a baseball cap; the three of them were entangled together.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! I really know them, I'm not a fan! I'm serious!"

A security guard asked, "What's this guy muttering?"

"I don't know! Push it out quickly!"

Van Nestor quickly took off his hat and called out, "Hey! Zhang, it's me! It's me!"

Zhang Zhenting walked over suspiciously and took a closer look.

"John?"

After saying that, he gestured for the two security guards to let go, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Van Nesta quickly squeezed in and looked at Zhang Zhenting, saying, "We'll talk about it later!"

He immediately reached out his hand to Zhang Zhenting; "Hey buddy, get me a work pass, or they'll kick me out!"

Zhang Zhenting: "."

"Oh~~ John!" Lyman ran over excitedly and gave Van Nesta a big hug.

“The boss gave me some tasks, so,” Van Nesta shrugged and smiled, “perfect timing, I came to see you guys.”

Zhang Zhenting, holding his work badge, asked, "The renowned chief scout of Atlético Amsterdam, why are you here?"

Van Nestor quickly reached out to grab the work pass.

Chang Chen-ting immediately backed down.

"I won't give it to you unless you tell me why!"

Van Nestor scratched his head; "Okay, the boss has his eye on someone!"

“Mr. Morton?” Zhang Zhenting was taken aback. “Who? Who has he taken a fancy to?”

Van Nestor gestured toward the players.

Zhang Zhenting turned his head and looked over; with just one glance, he knew who it was.

Amsterdam Sporting isn't interested in older players; as a renowned producer of 'youth storms,' they only favor young talents.

Here, there is only one person who can be called a 'little demon': Wei Lai!

"You old geezer!" Zhang Zhenting laughed. "Trying to steal my man?"

Inside the locker room at Jiaozhou Willys.

Wei Lai and others were making pre-match preparations, but Wei Lai was feeling unwell no matter what.

A pair of eyes stared straight at him, and that look gave Wei Lai a sense of déjà vu.

Well.
"To see monkeys at the zoo!"

Wang Hao pointed at Wei Lai; "You're a monkey!"

Wei Lai rolled his eyes, then sat down next to Wang Hao: "Who is this guy?"

“How would I know!” Wang Hao shrugged: “A consultant hired by the coaching staff? There have been all sorts of situations like this before.”

Wei Lai turned his head; "I see!"

"Anyway, it's none of our business. Let's focus on playing well first." Wang Hao patted Wei Lai on the head; "Starting today, do your best."

Upon hearing this, Wei Lai's spirits lifted!
That's right!

It's time to perform well!
We must stay calm and strive to continue being a starter.

(End of this chapter)