Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 178 Farewell Battle (First Update)
Zhang Zhenting walked into the dressing room, looked at everyone, and said:
"Everyone, be quiet!"

After everyone quieted down, Zhang Zhenting slowly said:
"Everyone, prepare well for tomorrow's match, and also Wei Lai!"

He turned his gaze to Wei Lai and said, "I'll give you 55 minutes of playing time for tomorrow's match!"

"Huh?" Wei Lai blinked; "Only 55 minutes?"

Wang Hao said irritably, "This is for you to thank the audience separately!"

Xie Yuanneng, thinking Wei Lai didn't understand, explained:
"After the game, everyone was running around in a panic, and the scene was chaotic. Some fans were also leaving the stadium. So we substituted you off the field early, and while you were off the field, we let you thank the crowd alone. This way, everyone's attention would be on you, and the cameras would give you a close-up!"

Wang Hao suddenly said, "Don't cry then!"

Wei Lai: "Why would I cry!"

Wang Hao shrugged and remained silent.
Simulated space, Premier League stadium.

boom!
With a deft flick of his foot, Wei Lai sent the ball through a gap in the crowd, finding Giggs precisely.

At the same time, Wei Lai did not stop walking; he swayed his head from side to side to observe.

The moment Giggs passed the ball, Wei Lai suddenly stopped the ball, stood still, and then passed it back with one foot.

This move immediately silenced the two players who were close to Wei Lai.

At the same time, the sharp sense of competition on the field also dissipated.

Everyone was able to stop and let out a long sigh of relief!
As Wei Lai retreated, he raised his right hand and shouted loudly;
"Don't rush! Take it slow! We're playing too fast!"

On the sidelines, Coach Hair Dryer suddenly chuckled.

“Good fellow!”

After retreating, Wei Lai received the ball again and immediately passed it out.

When his teammate passed the ball to him again, he heard hurried footsteps beside him.

But Wei Lai is no longer the rookie he once was.

He did not actively seek confrontation; he knew that if he tried to fight physically, he would be completely outmatched.

He turned slightly to the side, exposing his entire back to the other person.

If the other party crashes into you, that's a foul!
Sure enough, the other party noticeably slowed down.

Taking advantage of this moment, Wei Lai immediately pulled the ball, turned around, and passed it to the wing again.

"Use skills and rules, not brute force!"

Wei Lai’s biggest gain during this period was in this area.

Countermeasures!
Utilize the rules, utilize your agile body.

Don't blindly compete with the other party; you'll only hurt yourself that way.

Beep beep beep! !

The final whistle blew.

Wei Lai raised his head.

Manchester United 1-3 Liverpool!
"Ugh, I'm going to get scolded again!"

Sure enough, the hair dryer coach's angry roar rang out right on time.

"A disgrace! A disgraceful game! You have brought shame to all the fans at home!"

The hair dryer coach is operating at high power.

This is Wei Lai's current situation.

He can play for much longer!

But... we always lose!
Even though it was a simulated space, Wei Lai sometimes didn't dare to look at his teammates.

He's trying his best to bring value to the team, but his own meager skills are really not that great!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deliver a performance that surpassed his actual abilities.

In the Premier League during this period, Wei Lai has almost lost so much that people are dumbfounded!

"Come again!"

Match reset!

Wei Lai stepped onto the field.

On July 13th, the Qizhou Olympic Sports Center was packed with people.

The football market at Qizhou Olympic Sports Center is incredibly bustling today.

The reason is simple: today is Wei Lai's farewell match!
"Everyone, give it your all today! Shout as loud as you can! Anyone who underperforms today is not allowed to come to the North Stand again!"

Chen Rentang stood in the crowd, shouting wildly through a megaphone.

Today is Wei Lai's farewell match!
Absolutely cannot afford to slack off!

"Mom and Dad! This way! This way! Let's go this way!"

It was clearly a family of three, all wearing orange jerseys.

A young girl pulled two people along, squeezing all the way to the gate, and shouted while holding up the tickets, "Uncle, we have family tickets!"

"uncle?"

The staff member immediately became unhappy.

But the moment he saw the girl, he suddenly grinned. Okay!

Uncle it is!

"Take the elevator on the left to the top floor!"

The staff let the family of three in.

Yang Shanshan led the two of them and jogged over to press the elevator button.

"Xiao Fan might not even play today, why are you so eager?"

Yang Shulin affectionately patted Yang Shanshan's head, then asked, "By the way, whose jersey are you wearing? Isn't Xiao Fan number 28?"

"Whee!"

Yang Shanshan turned around, covering her number 18 jersey, giggled, and then winked mischievously at her mother.

The latter immediately understood, and moved his right hand across his mouth to seal it.

Wow! It's so lively!

Entering the extended stands of the private box, Yang Shanshan rushed to the front, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the field.

The fans haven't entered the stadium yet, but the lighting and the busy staff are already creating a lively atmosphere.

At the same time, she also saw a huge mechanical boom in front of the stands on her right, slowly lifting something up.

On the left side of the stands, some fans wearing blue jerseys were also pulling on ropes.

"What are they doing?"

Yang Shulin came out and asked.

Yang Shanshan turned her head proudly and said, "This is called TIFO! In Chinese, it means a large banner, usually used for cheering or to display at important matches or special times. It's very impressive!"

Yang Shulin patted the other girl's head and said, "My daughter knows so much!"

Yang Shanshan tilted her head back: "Of course!"

Before long, the crowd began to pour into the stadium.

In a short while, the entire stadium was filled.

The number of people was displayed on the large screen.

Attendees: 51000!
"Wow!" Yang Shulin exclaimed in surprise, "Is the football market in Jiaozhou this hot? More than 5 people! And this isn't even the final!"

Yang Shanshan's eyes sparkled.

More than 50,000 people!
Are all these people here for Wei Lai's farewell match?
Whoosh!!!

The crowd suddenly erupted in a loud cheer.

On the field, players from both sides had already walked out of the player tunnel and begun warming up.

Yang Shanshan craned her neck to examine it carefully.

Soon, he spotted Yang Fan in the crowd!

Yang Fan looked up and searched for a moment before spotting Yang Shanshan in the private room.

Yang Fan glared, then stretched out his right hand and slit his throat!

Yang Shanshan pouted.

"Who cares about you? You're not even a key player, pshaw!"

Whoosh!!!

The cheers suddenly rose in volume.

A figure ran out of the players' tunnel.

He walked straight into the stadium, and the moment he heard the cheers, he turned around, raised his hands, and gently clapped in thanks.

Immediately afterwards, he turned and went onto the court to warm up.

"Wei Lai came out to warm up, and the cheers from the crowd rose sharply. The fans are so enthusiastic!"

"After all, this was Wei Lai's farewell match. It was his last game at the Qizhou Olympic Sports Center. Although his time there was short, less than a season, Wei Lai left an indelible impression on the Jiaozhou Weili fans!"

Live broadcast room barrage.

"Prince Willie forever!!!!!!!!!"

"Who snatched all the tickets?! Scalpers deserve to die!!!"

"Wei Lai! Best wishes! I couldn't get a ticket, so this is all I can say!!"

How did you all manage to get those tickets?!

"The person who managed to get a ticket isn't here!!!"

"Wei Lai! Keep it up!"

"Wei Lai! A resounding victory!!"

"Wei Lai! Goodbye!!"

The barrage of comments instantly became dense.

(End of this chapter)