Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 163 Recognition (First Update)
Wei Lai was chatting with He Chaoyue.

Yang Shanshan just stared at them, but she couldn't understand a word they were saying.

Because of her relationship with Yang Fan, she had some knowledge of football, but not in great depth. However, she always felt that the two of them were completely different from their peers.

In class, the boys were all carefree and irresponsible.

When Yang Shanshan and her peers talk about things like internet memes, TV series, movies, or anime, they mostly chat about them.

But these two people give off a sense of maturity in a different dimension.

Do you usually talk about these kinds of things?

Yang Shanshan asked Yang Fan curiously.

Yang Fan, while eating skewers, whispered, "We grew up in a football academy, and we were instilled with a competitive mentality from a young age. We're with football almost 24 hours a day, so our world revolves around football."

"Don't you have any entertainment activities? Like watching TV series or movies?"

"I rarely watch!" Yang Fan ate a piece of garlic; "At most, I watch ball games or play some games."

"Games?" Yang Shanshan turned to Wei Lai and He Chaoyue: "What games do you guys like to play? I'm really good at King of Glory! Shall we play a round?"

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue exchanged a glance.

"FIFA (Pro Evolution Soccer)!"

Yang Shanshan: "."

Wow! ! !
The crowd gasped, and the four turned to look.

The television set placed by the door has already started showing the match footage.

"The opening match is about to begin!"

How to exceed expectations.

Wei Lai nodded: "Spain vs. France! A clash of titans!"

Generally, the opening match is played by the host team.

For example, if this World Cup is the USA-Canada-Mexico World Cup, then the opening match will be played by the United States, Canada, or Mexico.

However, there are some specific situations.

For example, the host country might be weak, or there might be three hosts in this World Cup.

To ensure fairness, as well as to make the opening match entertaining and ignite the World Cup fever, a clash of titans was arranged directly.

France, the reigning World Cup champions!

Spain, the Spanish national team, a powerhouse in Europe!
The match between these two teams is sure to ignite the passion of the fans.

"Who do you think will win?"

He Chaoyue turned to look at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai countered, "You go first!"

“France!” He Chaoyue said decisively.

"France's squad is more solid, and as the reigning World Cup champions, the overall lineup hasn't changed much. Rafael is also very capable, enough to lead this French team to another title!"

"On the other hand, Spain just completed a generational change a year ago, with a large number of national team players being replaced, which may lead to problems such as insufficient squad stability and lack of cohesion."

Wei Lai nodded as he listened to He Chaoyue's explanation.

The analysis is very good.

"But I choose Spain!"

"Huh?" He Chaoyue turned her head in surprise and asked, "You think Spain can win?"

Wei Lai nodded; "A novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches!"

The game time came to 71 minutes.

The score on the field is Spain 5-1 France.

The entire barbecue stall became quiet.

They've thought about a lot of things, and such a fierce and intense dialogue is bound to trigger all sorts of exciting moments.

But in reality, France was utterly defeated!
Faced with Spain's fluid footwork, the French team seemed somewhat unable to react.

Despite Rafael's best efforts, he alone could not contend with the entire technically gifted Spanish midfield.

The young players charged forward aggressively, and when they controlled the ball, they were incredibly steady.

This left the French team completely helpless!

The camera focuses on Raphael, the elegant master, who now appears utterly disheveled.

His entire jersey was soaked, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes revealed a profound sense of powerlessness.

boom! boom! boom!
Spain, utilizing their technically gifted midfielders, began to gradually control the tempo, intending to stall for time.

Wei Lai stared at the game screen, watching every pass from each player.

"There was no guiding pass!"

He murmured something under his breath.

Whether it's Spain's technically gifted midfielders or midfield maestro Rafael.

They didn't have any guiding passes or runs!
Their passing routes are fixed; they don't deliberately guide their teammates with passes. Their advancement relies more on collective running or individual dribbling skills.

Wei Lai rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Puppet master coach, guiding the passing and running!
The more I look at it, the clearer it becomes how terrifying this coach is.

"Here you go!" A wet wipe appeared in front of him. Wei Lai looked up and saw Yang Shanshan smiling at him. "You look like you have a headache."

Forehead.
Wei Lai paused for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Maybe!"

He took the tissue and thanked him.

Are you from Jiaozhou?

Yang Shanshan asked curiously.

Wei Lai shook his head; "I'm from Bohai Port!"

"Xiao Fan told me you're a professional player, that you started playing professionally at 16?" Yang Shanshan leaned forward slightly, looking curious.

Wei Lai nodded: "The three of us are all professional players."

"You guys are amazing, you've already started making money." Yang Shanshan said, resting her chin on her hand. "I still have to finish high school and college before I can start earning money. I really hope I grow up quickly, I'm really looking forward to what I'll be like in the future!"

Wei Lai looked at Yang Shanshan and said in a low voice, "Growing up isn't always a good thing!"

After finishing their barbecue, Yang Fan and Yang Shanshan said goodbye to the two.

"Let's go, meet at the airport tomorrow!"

Yang Fan called out to Wei Lai and He Chaoyue.

The two nodded.

Tomorrow they will travel to Guangdong Province for training with the national youth team.

Simulated lessons, Premier League matches.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Wei Lai kept weaving through the crowd, running hard and thinking constantly.

His head was turning rapidly as he observed.

boom!
He passed the ball to an open space.

"Ok?"

The hair dryer instructor suddenly raised an eyebrow, then revealed a slight smile.

Wei Lai's pass was a bit too early, and his teammates immediately moved up to receive it, then passed it back to Wei Lai.

Wei Lai pulled the ball back, turned, and passed it out again.

But this time, the ball was passed too far and rolled out of bounds.

"Damn it! A blunder of initiative!"

Wei Lai scratched his head in anger, then immediately threw himself into the encirclement and snatching.

snort!
Wei Lai groaned, falling flat on his back in a very embarrassing manner.

But he managed to get up using both his hands and feet and chased after them again.

He relentlessly and tenaciously pursued his opponent, even the smallest interference was acceptable; he had to make a corresponding impact.

Yes!

His teammates are all warriors on the road to winning the championship!

And what right does he have not to fight hard?
boom!
Wei Lai fell again, but as he fell, the ball was right next to his head.

Without thinking, Wei Lai braced himself with both hands on the ground and thrust forward violently.

His forehead slammed into the ball, sending it flying.

Ha~ha~ha~
Wei Lai was panting heavily.

"Damn it! How am I supposed to withstand this?! I can't take it all at once!"

Just as he was about to get up, a pair of hands reached out.

Wei Lai looked up.

Curly hair number 11.

"Great job, buddy!"

Wei Lai was somewhat stunned.

This was the first time someone had reached out to him.

"Damn it! Stand up! How long are you going to sit here?"

Curly laughed, "Come on! Boss's about to get angry!"

Curly-haired man pulled Wei Lai up.

Wei Lai looked at Curly Hair; "So...we can communicate?"

“Of course!” Curly shrugged. “You’ve never tried to communicate with us; we thought you were mute!”

"By the way! My name is Ryan Giggs!"

The mist on his face slowly dissipated, revealing a slightly thin and mature face to Wei Lai.

He turned his head and saw that his teammates, who were shrouded in mist, were no longer there.

Instead, they are vivid faces.

“Raise your head, open your eyes, and look at your teammates,” Wei Lai murmured. “Only when I acknowledge them will they acknowledge me!”

Giggs patted Wei Lai on the shoulder:

"Come on, buddy, it's time for a fight!"

(End of this chapter)