Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 162 Cousin? Older Sister? Older Sister! (Fifth Update)

"Forehead"

Early in the morning, Wei Lai got out of bed, rubbing his forehead and groaning.

If previous training was physical fatigue, then the training of puppeteers and coaches is extreme mental fatigue.

think!
He needs to keep thinking!
Even when my head is about to burn out, I can't stop thinking.

"A guiding pass?"

Wei Lai shook his head.

The puppeteer's instructor's demonstration was breathtaking.

Wei Lai had never seen this kind of passing and receiving, guiding teammates through passing.

Simply put, it's about giving the pass a head start so that teammates can make a run without realizing it.

By passing the ball repeatedly and guiding the movement of teammates, one controls the rhythm and, at the same time, controls the game.

Wei Lai felt that the puppeteer coach was terrifying.

He really is like a puppeteer!
His passes are like threads scattered across the field, connecting each and every teammate.

He uses passes to dictate the pace of the game, guiding his teammates' movements and gradually creating the situation he desires.

Guide your teammates to take control of the game!
"He's inhumanly strong!"

Wei Lai shook his head slightly.

The World Cup fever is beginning to spread.

The entire land of China was engulfed in this football frenzy.

From that day on, Chinese fans also began to choose their favorite teams to support.

Raphael leads the French national team!
Francis Samuel leads the Italian male model dream team!

With the Dutch trio of strikers reunited, the Oranje are once again aiming for the World Cup!
Brazil, the five-time world champions, remains brimming with talent; the football powerhouse is forging ahead!

England's Three Lions.

Spanish bullfighters.

German tanks, etc.
The gathering of these world-class national teams in the Americas has drawn global attention to the vibrant stadiums.

June 5th, evening.

A barbecue stall in Qizhou.

The weather in June is very comfortable, neither too hot nor too cold, with a cool breeze on your face in the evening, giving you a refreshing feeling.

"Is that Wei Lai?"

"Holy crap? It really does seem so!"

"Is that He Chaoyue over there? He's back?"

"Are you going to get an autograph?"

"Go! Go! Get me one too!"

The open-air barbecue stalls were very lively.

Today, the opening match, fans gathered to drink and watch the game, filling almost every street and alley in Qizhou.

"Wei Lai, could you sign your name for me?"

Wei Lai had just finished ordering when he looked up.

A fan wearing a blue French jersey handed him a piece of paper and a pen.

"Ah good!"

Wei Lai immediately took it, turned his head and said, "My handwriting isn't very good, and I haven't practiced signing my name yet, so please bear with me!"

The fans laughed and said, "As long as you play well, that curve of your foot was fucking amazing!"

Wei Lai couldn't help but grin as he handed over the signed paper.

"Signed!"

The fans gave Wei Lai a thumbs-up and shouted, "Go Wei Lai!"

Wei Lai smiled and nodded.

The fan immediately turned to He Chaoyue, who readily signed his autograph.

With one person taking the lead, others soon followed suit and asked for autographs.

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue signed more than 20 copies before they heard Yang Fan's loud voice.

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm late!"

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue turned to look over.

Yang Fan waved to the two across the street, but the two froze the next second.

Standing beside Yang Fan was a beautiful young woman who followed him closely as they walked over.

"What the hell?"

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue suddenly turned their heads and looked at each other.

"I'm late, I..." Yang Fan looked at Wei Lai and He Chaoyue, then suddenly glared at them: "Don't fucking get the wrong idea, this is my sister!" Wei Lai and He Chaoyue slowly opened their mouths.

They all turned to look at the beautiful young girl.

She had long, black hair, delicate features, large eyes, and fair skin. She wore a pink short-sleeved shirt and a white short skirt.

The two turned to look at Yang Fan.

He had a buzz cut and a burly, stocky appearance.

Yang Fan glared: "If it wasn't a genetic mutation, did I fucking spit on you twice?"

The girl standing nearby couldn't help but chuckle.

Wei Lai: "Cousin?"

He Chaoyue: "Cousin?"

Yang Fan's eyes widened: "My own sister!"

At this moment, the girl waved to the two of them and said in a gentle tone, "Hello, my name is Yang Shanshan. I am indeed Xiaofan's older sister, her own sister!"

Yang Fan and Yang Shanshan sat down, and the former turned his head and shouted, "Boss, add two more pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and two more skewers of pork kidneys, twenty skewers in total!"

"I came straight here after the game this afternoon, I didn't even have dinner, I'm starving!"

Wei Lai: "Did we win?"

Yang Fan laughed loudly: "Absolutely!"

After saying that, he pointed at Yang Shanshan and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my older sister. She goes to Qizhou No. 3 Middle School and is a freshman this year. We are twins, a boy and a girl. I couldn't beat her when we were little, so she became the older sister. Otherwise, we really have to argue about who came out first; I might actually be the older brother."

Snapped!
Yang Shanshan slapped him and ran over.

"Brother, you big dummy!"

Yang Fan grinned and turned his head: "I'm warning you, Yang Shanshan, my buddy's here, so you better give me some face, or else..."

"What else?"

Yang Shanshan stared wide-eyed and puffed out her breasts.

Yang Fan gave a thumbs up: "You're the one!"

He shrugged and said, "What can we do? We men from Jiaozhou have to give way!"

Wei Lai looked at the two of them with a smile. He really didn't expect Yang Fan to have an older sister, and he had never heard of her before.

Because it was an open-air barbecue stall, the benches were a bit low, and Yang Shanshan had to tug at her skirt every now and then.

"for you!"

Wei Lai handed over his coat that was hanging from behind.

"It's a bit dirty, but you can make do with it!"

Yang Shanshan immediately lent it to him, saying with delight, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

Yang Fan turned his head and said with disdain, "I told you to wear underwear, but you insisted on wearing a skirt!"

Snapped!
He got hit on the head again.

"Language is not a problem, but strength must be increased."

“I have the same idea as you. Your problem right now is that you have the skills, but you can’t fully show them because you lack the ability to compete physically. First, improve your strength, and you will be much more relaxed and your goal-scoring efficiency will also improve.”

"That's right! But I can't train too hard, or it will affect my development."

"I'm planning to increase my strength training. My muscles have grown enough, and any more growth might affect my technique. I need to slow it down!"

"Pressure? I wish I could grow taller!"

"Take your time, it will definitely grow!"

The three were chatting. Yang Shanshan, eating skewers, looked at Wei Lai and asked, "How tall are you?"

Wei Lai thought for a moment: "Last time I was measured at 180 centimeters, now I should be a little over."

Yang Shanshan: "Wow~~ So tall! I'm only 160cm!"

Wei Lai nodded: "Chairman!"

Yang Shanshan spoke: "You"

Wei Lai turned to look at He Chaoyue: "You should get more opportunities next season."

He Chaoyue nodded: "There will definitely be more opportunities, but I also need to seize the chance to become a starter. These two seasons are crucial. I want to adapt to the pace and intensity of La Liga as soon as possible!"

Wei Lai nodded; "You can do it!"

"What about you?"

“I’m already a starter, but the coach doesn’t dare to use me too aggressively, so he doesn’t let me play the full match.”

"This is also to protect you!"

"Yes! That's why I'm very grateful to him!"

(End of this chapter)