Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 180 Goodbye! Wei Lai! (Third Update)
"Wei Lai! He was born to study abroad!"

Zhang Zhenting said, rubbing his temples.

“That’s right!” Liu Wei laughed; “His performance was excellent!”

“No!” Zhang Zhenting shook his head: “That’s not the reason.”

He sighed, "No one in the country can teach him properly, or even know how to use him."

He can't understand what Wei Lai has come up with, let alone how to use Wei Lai.

However, it also saved him some trouble.

Let Morton handle this troublesome problem!
The old man is experienced; he should know how to train and utilize talent!
For some reason, Zhang Zhenting suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

I've done everything I was supposed to do!

If Wei Lai were to be placed under his care again, Zhang Zhenting truly wouldn't know how to train him.

"Phew!" Zhang Zhenting exhaled. "I really want one!"

The competition wasn't particularly intense.

Jiaozhou Weili maintained a significant advantage on the field.

In the 31st minute, Wei Lai's low shot found Jersey, who chipped the ball into the net, where Zhao Lei headed it in with a powerful header.

Jiaozhou Weili 2:0 Bohai Port Youth.

In the 41st minute, Jiaozhou Wely won a free kick.

Wei Lai took the free kick, a beautiful, curved shot that went straight into the net with an unpredictable arc and a rapid descent.

This is Wei Lai's second goal of the season.

Time passed unnoticed, and it was already the 55th minute of the second half.

As the clock jumped from 54 to 55, Chang Chen-ting made the substitution gesture precisely on time.

Beep!
A sharp whistle pierced the air, bringing the game to a halt.

Wei Lai slowly stopped running. He looked up and around, then ran towards his own goal in his own half of the field.

"Brother Wang!"

Wei Lai took off the captain's armband and personally put it on Wang Hao.

Wang Hao looked at Wei Lai, patted him on the shoulder, and then gave him a tight hug.

"I wish you success!"

"Thank you!"

call!
Wei Lai let out a short breath.

At the same time, thunderous applause suddenly erupted in the stadium.

*Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!*
South stand, away fans' section.

A small TIFO slowly rose.

[Bohai Port Youth Fan Association wishes Wei Lai every success! May he achieve great victory!]

A smile appeared on Wei Lai's face.

At the same time, behind him, a huge mechanical bar slowly descended, and soon a giant TIFO, large enough to cover half of the North Stand, slowly unfolded.

The giant TIFO is divided into two parts.

Above, on a white background, a cute version of Wei Lai, wearing an orange jersey, carrying a ball, walks onto the field with a youthful face.

Below, against a black background, a close-up of a half-body silhouette from behind reveals clearly defined muscles, and the large size 18 comes into view.

But the most eye-catching thing is the only small golden crown in the whole picture, quietly placed on Wei Lai's head.

Hello! Wei Lai!

Goodbye, Wei Lai!

*Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!*

The applause was thunderous!
Whoosh who ...

The cheers were even more enthusiastic!
The fans in the stands clapped and shouted loudly.

Goodbye, Wei Lai!

Goodbye, Wei Lai!

"Go out and help us prove ourselves!"

"Take good care of yourself!"

Don't forget us! This will always be your home!

"Come back when you're tired! We'll always be waiting for you!"

"goodbye!"

Goodbye, Wei Lai!

Wei Lai's eyes slowly reddened, and his throat felt itchy and he choked up.

He pursed his lips tightly, clasped his hands together, slowly raised them, opened them, and bowed deeply to the stands on both sides!
Thank you!

thank you all!

Goodbye!
Chang Chen-ting crossed his arms and turned to look at the giant TIFO, looking slightly dazed.

"It really is time to say goodbye!"

His eyes were fixed on the black image of a player's back to the camera below. "Willie's number 18... who will wear that jersey and step onto this court in the future?"

Willie 18 has now been given a completely new meaning!
It is Prince Willie, and it also represents the 'future'!
Wei Lai was greeted with applause.

On April 15, 2026, he stepped onto this field!

On October 13, 2026, he left this stadium!
In just six short months, so many beautiful memories were created.

But time did not stand still!
The young man is about to embark on a brand new challenge!
The boy walked off the field and into the players' tunnel.

The fans craned their necks, watching his retreating figure with lingering reluctance, until the shadows in the players' tunnel slowly encroached and disappeared completely.

Goodbye, Wei Lai!
The match ended after 90 minutes.

Inside the locker room, Wei Lai sat alone.

The match has ended. Jiaozhou Weili defeated Bohai Port Youth 3-0, securing a victory.

Lyman looked at Wei Lai and asked, "Aren't you going out?"

Wei Lai shook his head: "We've already said goodbye. Going out now will only add to the sadness!"

clap clap clap!

The sound of cleats clicking filled the air, and Wei Lai knew his teammates had returned.

At the same time, it was accompanied by controversy.

"No, why can't I have it? He's already gone!"

"You can't handle this! Don't you know your own limitations? These days, you can't just give out this jersey number anywhere! Even number 7 isn't as valuable as this! Do you even know what a special jersey number is? You know nothing!"

Yang Fan was pushed in by Wang Hao.

"Get lost, sit properly!"

Wei Lai looked at Yang Fan with amusement.

"What's wrong with you? Did you make Brother Wang angry again?"

Yang Fan pouted: "I just mentioned wanting number 18, and he got all worked up about it!"

"Here you go!" Wei Lai tossed the jersey over.

Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise, "You really want it for me?"

Wei Lai shrugged: "It's not up to me!"

Yang Fan threw it back.

"Fuck off!"

Coaches Zhang Zhenting and others came in, clapping their hands and saying, "Alright, take a shower, pack your things, and head back to the base!"

After saying that, he looked at Wei Lai and Yang Fan: "When are you two going to report to the national youth team?"

Wei Lai: "We're leaving tomorrow."

“Okay!” Zhang Zhenting nodded; “We won’t see you off, you two can just go.”

Wei Lai grinned; "Really not going to see me off?"

Chang Chen-ting: "How about I kick you?"

Wei Lai immediately waved his hand: "No need!"

Zhang Zhenting turned his head; "Pack your things, get ready to leave!"

The bus slowly drove out of the underpass, through the dense crowd, and onto the main road.

Wei Lai sat by the window, gazing at the brightly lit and dazzling Qizhou Olympic Sports Center.

"Can't bear to part with you?"

Wei Lai turned to look at Yang Fan; "A little!"

"Then I'll go?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

Wei Lai laughed and said, "They don't want you either!"

Yang Fan shook his head: "We're relieved that you, the king of currying favor, are gone."

"What 'King of Scrolls'?" Wei Lai turned his head.

"You!" Yang Fan grinned; "You have no idea how much pressure you've put on us!"

"There's a small group called the 'Stress Relief Team' consisting of me, Qianxi, Kang Jianbin, Pei Le, Xiang Yu, and myself!"

"You guys still use small group chats?"

Yang Fan pouted: "No complaining, just seeing each other's miserable state is unbearable! We have to stick together for warmth!"

Wei Lai was both amused and exasperated: "You guys are really boring!"

Yang Fan: "Damn it! You guys set the bar so high, we have to run like madmen, we can't rest for a moment!"

Wei Lai shook his head, looked out the window, and his expression suddenly became serious.

A new challenge is about to begin!

The U17 World Cup is also known as the FIFA U-17 World Cup!
A place where geniuses from all over the world gather.

Henri Dani from France!

Brazil's Astiti von Ronaldo!

Diego Ruma of Argentina!

Finley Campbell of England!
Japan’s Kubo Sora!
Fernández Abelía of Spain, etc.
Who will stand out and become the brightest star?
(End of this chapter)