Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 168 Welcome to Hell (First Update)
December 2026, 7.

A notice quietly appeared on the official website of Jiaozhou Weili Football Club.

A transfer announcement panel with a title at the bottom.

Wei Lai, player number 18 from Jiaozhou Weili Football Club, will officially join the first team of Dutch Eredivisie club Racing Amsterdam on January 20, 2027!

boom!!!!!!!!!!!--

The announcement sent shockwaves through the entire football world.

In a short time, numerous reports emerged.

[Chinese prodigy lands in Dutch Eredivisie]

[The first Chinese player to join Sporting Amsterdam]

[A 16-year-old debuts in the Dutch Eredivisie, a promising future awaits!]

[Chinese genius! Made by Willie!]

[China has entered a new wave of students studying abroad!]

Wei Lai's immeasurable potential! Amsterdam Sporting has recognized his talent!

Beijing Youth Fan Chat Group.

'It's official! It's official! Holy crap! It's a deal! Haha! It's a deal!!'

'I just saw it too, my head is buzzing first thing this morning!'

'Keep quiet and get things done!'

Less than half a season after joining the Chinese Super League, are they already heading to the Dutch Eredivisie?

'Are geniuses even comprehensible to us? This is the speed at which geniuses advance!'

Holy crap! That's amazing!

'The reserve team? That seems a bit unreliable!'

'Amsterdam first team! It's officially confirmed, they're registered as a first team!'

'It's still very competitive at 16!'

'Sixteen! Only sixteen! What's there to be afraid of! You'll only be nineteen in three years, plenty of time to try and fail!'

'Unfamiliar! So unfamiliar! Is this something Willie would do?'

'Things have changed! Management has finally figured it out!'

'Sold it on the spot! That's awesome!'

By the way, where are Eredivisie matches broadcast? I'm thinking of subscribing!

"What's the rush? We only joined in January, there are still six months to go!"

'No need to look, all the major platforms will be broadcasting it, just wait!'

The news of Wei Lai's transfer to Racing Amsterdam has ignited the passion of Chinese fans.

This added fuel to the fire at the end of the World Cup!
Jiaozhou Weili is also promoting Wei Lai like crazy. They want to make this transfer a model, so they naturally have to work hard to push it forward.

Everyone was watching Wei Lai, but Wei Lai seemed to have vanished; he couldn't be found at all.

Aside from the vigorous promotion by the Jiaozhou Weili Club, he himself did not appear on camera at all.

A simulated classroom, a Premier League match.

"Connect!"

"get rid of!"

"think!"

Wei Lai kept turning his head, carefully observing his teammates' movements.

"Immerse yourself in it!"

Wei Lai took a step forward, and the moment he reached the opening, he jumped lightly.

As you flick the ball with the instep, your body is naturally pushed forward a short distance by the opponent's impact.

"A skillful confrontation!"

Wei Lai quickly passed the ball away, while simultaneously shaking his head rapidly.

think!
think!
We must never stop thinking!
Wei Lai's eyes were observing, and his ears were listening.

He would occasionally speak up to remind his teammates or give simple instructions.

Snapped!
Wei Lai passed the ball again, his eyes fixed on the opponent's number 4 player.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Wei Lai became somewhat anxious.

Just then, the other person moved, and Wei Lai's eyes lit up.

"Hughes, pass it back!"

The moment the opponent passed the ball back, Wei Lai feigned a kick, tricking his opponent into making a move, and then suddenly slashed.

Wei Lai's jersey was suddenly pulled, but he still struggled to poke the ball away with his toe.

"Boss!"

Wei Lai roared. A bulldozer-like figure suddenly sprang out, and he collided violently with the other man.

But he remained unmoved, while his opponent was knocked to the ground.

At this moment, Wei Lai had already broken free.

The burly man passed the ball to Wei Lai, who deftly flicked it with the back of his foot.

A very light and unpredictable little arc shot went straight past the defense.

Swish!
Giggs charged out and stormed into the penalty area.

Just as the goalkeeper and the opposing center-back rushed towards him, he flicked his ankle, and the ball rolled smoothly towards the center.

boom!
Hughes scored with a low shot.

"Brilliant!"

Wei Lai clenched his fist tightly and jumped up excitedly.

"Substitution!" the hair dryer coach shouted from the sidelines.

Wei Lai looked up at the time.

23 minutes.

"Still couldn't last more than 25 minutes!"

Just as he was about to take a step, he saw the hairdryer instructor pointing at him.

Ok?
The hair dryer coach slowly turned his right hand and poked downwards with the tip of his index finger.

Keep kicking!

Immediately, he ran his right hand down his neck.

'Dare to slack off! You're dead!'

In the 81st minute of the match, Wei Lai was carried off on a stretcher.

The weather was so hot that the lawn felt like it was burning.

Under such conditions, and with 81 minutes of high-intensity competition and pace, Wei Lai's physical strength was completely exhausted.

"Your cardiopulmonary function is not fully developed!"

Ha~~ha~~ha~~ha~~!

Wei Lai's chest heaved violently as he lay on the grass, panting heavily. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

The hair dryer coach slowly squatted down, looked at Wei Lai's disheveled appearance, and smiled:

"I won't substitute you off the field anymore!"

Match reset, status refreshed!
Wei Lai was kicked onto the court by the hair dryer coach!

"vomit!"

Wei Lai lay on the lawn, gagging as if he was about to vomit up stomach acid.

His entire body was completely drained; his physical strength was nearing its limit; his lungs were bulging and burning; and his heart was pounding violently—all of these indicated that his body had reached its limit.

"He has talent, but doesn't know how to monetize it!"

The hair dryer coach stood to one side and said coldly, "With your current physical condition, you wouldn't be able to stand out even in the Eredivisie, let alone the Premier League! You can't even play 90 minutes, let alone play consecutively in a high-intensity, fast-paced system."

"Kid, the Eredivisie is characterized by total football, with a constant flow of passing and movement. There's almost no time to stand still. You need to observe, think, and make decisions while running at high speed. At your current pace, the coach will put you on the bench after a few games!"

Wei Lai turned around, panting, and said, "I...I feel like my physical fitness is pretty good!"

“That’s in your league, where the pace is slow, the pressure is low, and the pressing intensity is low. There’s physical contact and intensity, but most of the time you’re moving around instead of running. Of course you’ll have that misconception!” The hairdryer coach stared at Wei Lai: “You’ve only developed 40% of Casemiro’s cardiovascular ability!”

"So few?" Wei Lai exclaimed in surprise, then asked, "How many do you need at the very least to adapt to the Dutch league?"

Hair dryer coach: "70%!"

Wei Lai grinned: "Is it too late?"

Hair dryer coach: "Of course you have time. Who do you think I am? I just need some special training!"

The scene gradually changes, with some training equipment specifically designed for physical fitness scattered across the field.

The hair dryer instructor pulled out something that looked like a face mask from somewhere.

"Take it!"

Wei Lai blinked and put on a mask.

The hair dryer coach pressed a button, and Wei Lai suddenly felt the air being taken away, becoming incredibly thin.

Inhale~~~~~~ Exhale~~~~~~
Inhale~~~~~~ Exhale~~~~~~
Wei Lai breathed desperately and greedily, his expression filled with terror.

"This is called an oxygen-blocking mask. It blocks out most of the oxygen, allowing your heart and lungs to quickly reach their limit!"

"In this extreme state, you will feel your lungs slowly expanding, your heart pounding violently, and you may even experience the pain of your heart and lungs exploding!"

"But it doesn't matter, you won't die here!"

"Six months! I will help you develop your cardiopulmonary talent to 70%-80%! The price is that you may have to go through a cycle of cardiopulmonary explosions!"

Under Wei Lai's horrified gaze, the hair dryer coach said in a sinister tone:
"Welcome to Hell!"

(End of this chapter)