Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 208 Who Can Be as International as You (First Update)
The stadium erupted the moment the whistle blew.

"Wow!!!--"

"Awesome! Awesome!!"

"The final! The final!"

Substitutes like Yu Jiahe and Weng Shaojie rushed onto the field and tackled Chen Shaojie, who was closest to them.

The group hugged each other tightly, overwhelmed with emotion.

Xiang Ming knelt on the ground, pointing his hands towards the sky, clenching his teeth tightly, his heart pounding wildly with excitement.

He Chaoyue waved her arms vigorously, venting her excitement.

Wei Lai ran wildly all over the field.

The entire stadium was filled with excited Chinese players.

In this chilly early winter, Chinese teenagers are composing the most passionate melodies.

"Old He!"

"Wei Lai!"

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue gave each other a big hug.

"Damn it! The finals!"

"Hold!"

Wei Lai vigorously rubbed He Chaoyue's head, the smile on his lips never fading.

Click! Click! Click!

Behind the billboard, a large number of reporters followed the teenagers, constantly capturing this historic moment.

"Match over! Match over! China's U17 team has won 2-0, a clean and decisive victory over the powerful German U17 team, securing their ticket to the final!"

"Three days later, at the Tokyo National Stadium, these young men will engage in their final battle, where they will challenge the formidable five-star Brazil!"

"I want to say that no matter the outcome, at this moment, Chinese youth training has blossomed into its most magnificent form!"

"These lads showed the world with their amazing performance that we can also play a great game."

"The future is bright! The future is bright indeed! Now let's give the time to these young people and let them fully enjoy the joy and glory of this moment!"

"Chinese youth!" Hao Wei shouted excitedly, "Long live!"

After shouting, he turned off the microphone, took off his headphones, and jumped up excitedly.

"Awesome! Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"

"The final!"

Hao Wei rushed towards the staff, and they hugged each other, jumping and cheering.

This moment of glory belongs not only to Wei Lai and other Chinese teenagers, but also to Hao Wei and other football-related staff as well as fans.

Just as Hao Wei said!
The future is expected!

The live broadcast switched to the CCTV studio in Beijing.

Li Kangpin tried his best to calm himself down, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit, and, suppressing his excitement, said:

"Let's congratulate the Chinese U17 players on advancing to the final. It was a fantastic match, and I believe they will excel in the next game."

Itabashi International Stadium, Tokyo, Japan.

As the Chinese U17 players celebrated, the German U17 players on the other side collapsed to the ground.

They were either crying or hanging their heads.

Smiles belong to the victors.

Tears and pain are meant to be borne by the losers.

"Get up!"

The German national youth team coach came over and helped the players up one by one. Soon, the players were standing in two rows.

The head coach looked at the expressions on everyone's faces from left to right.

Unwilling, bitter, regretful, painful, and so on. They failed to take that final step when they were just one step away from the final.

"This game taught us a lesson: never underestimate any opponent. You did very well, but they did even better, so the victory belongs to them."

"Life's journey isn't just about honey; it also includes bitterness. Once you officially step onto the professional stage, winning and losing will be very frequent occurrences."

The head coach pounded his chest: "Remember this feeling, it will help you continue to grow!"

He clapped his hands and said, "Crying is fine, but you can't be uncouth. Go on, shake hands with your opponents, and then prepare for the third-place match next round!"

The players from both sides lined up last, with the German U17 team moving towards the Chinese U17 team to shake hands.

"come on!"

"come on!"

Wei Lai either patted them on the shoulder or shook hands with them, giving each German youth team player a high-five.

Snapped!
Wei Lai shook hands with Auguste, but just as he was about to pull away, the other man did not let go.

Ok?
Wei Lai turned his head to look over.

Auguste stared at Wei Lai and said in broken English;

"I'll definitely win next time!"

Wei Lai smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true!"

"Wait and see!"

After saying this, Auguste left.

Juan Dart gave Wei Lai a high five.

See you in Europe!

Wei Lai nodded; "See you in Europe!"

Jacob was an old friend, but this was a time when we couldn't be all smiles and jokes.

Wei Lai gave him a gentle hug, which was a form of comfort.

"You played very well!"

Jacob shook his head bitterly: "Congratulations!"

Wei Lai nodded, and the other party left.

There was some commotion among the fans in the stands.

They saw the Chinese national youth team players walking towards them, as they were there to express their gratitude after the match.

"They're coming!"

One by one, the Chinese fans stood up.

Just then, a clattering sound came from the staircase to the side.

Everyone turned their heads.

They saw an old, handsome man who often appeared on TV or in movies, now tiptoeing around like a thief.

When Andy Lau realized he had been discovered, he stopped pretending and rushed straight to the front of the stands.

"Holy crap? Andy Lau, you jumped the gun!"

"Even though you're my idol, I can't give you my jersey!"

"Charge! Brothers!"

In an instant, a large number of people pressed towards the front of the stands.

Before long, arms stretched out forward with great effort.

The security personnel held out for a while, but ultimately couldn't hold on.

The moment a gap appeared, the crowd surged wildly into the stadium through it.

In an instant, the Chinese national youth team players were surrounded by excited fans.

More and more fans rushed onto the field, running wildly and expressing their excitement.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

"Don't pull down my pants!"

"I can't give you the sneakers!"

Wei Lai was clutching his basketball shorts tightly, on the verge of a breakdown.

Ultimately, his jersey was stolen without his knowledge.

Wei Chenggong rushed onto the court, bent down, hoisted Wei Lai onto his neck, and lifted him up abruptly.

"Dad! Slow down!" Wei Lai exclaimed, grabbing Wei Chenggong's head. "I can't slow down!" Wei Chenggong said, his face flushed with excitement.

He proudly announced this to those around him.

"This is my son!!"

oh!!!!!!!!!!--

The fans erupted in cheers.

In other areas, He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, Chen Shaojie, and others were also lifted up by excited fans, making the whole scene incredibly lively.

In this stadium in a foreign land, Chinese fans are releasing their pent-up excitement.
Click!

Yao Cheng filmed the scene with his mobile phone.

He stared at the photo on his phone, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

In the photo, the boys are being carried on the shoulders of fans.

Everyone's face was etched with genuine joy, a sight that hadn't been seen in years.

"so good!"

Yao Cheng couldn't help but laugh, then spread his arms and ran into the crowd.

[Tokyo National Stadium! U17 World Cup Final! Here we come!]

[A thrilling match! China's U17 team defeats Germany's U17 team 2-0!]

The quality of talent continues to rise; China's U17 team advances to the finals!

[Final opponent: Five-time champion Brazil!]

【Chinese youth! Rise up!】

With their advancement to the U17 World Cup final, the entire land of China was abuzz with excitement.

Despite the existing popularity of this national youth team, its popularity continues to rise rapidly and has even begun to spread beyond its original niche.

With three days left until the U17 World Cup final, the discussion continues to generate buzz online.

Tokyo, the hotel where the Chinese national youth team is staying.

Inside the restaurant, several cameras were pointed at Wei Lai and his group.

Yang Fan leaned forward slightly and whispered, "What are you trying to do?"

He Chaoyue: "Recording our day is a kind of documentary."

"Oh~" Yang Fan nodded: "Don't we need to dress up? After all, we'll be appearing on CCTV's cameras."

Wei Lai picked up a slice of bread and stuffed it into Yang Fan's mouth.

"The best way to repay CCTV is to keep quiet, so they won't have to edit out the 'beep' sounds!"

“Wei is right!” He Chaoyue nodded: “If you don’t speak, the process will be much faster.”

Yang Fan pouted; "Then I'll shut up!"

He Chaoyue turned to Wei Lai and asked, "After the final, are you going straight to the Netherlands?"

Wei Lai took a bite of the egg and nodded, saying, "Yes, the sooner we go, the sooner we can adapt."

"The competitions over there are different from those in the Chinese Super League. The games span the new year. When I joined, it was just after the winter break, and the season wouldn't end until May of next year. In this half-season, I can at least get a chance to make my debut and perform as well as possible. So I think it's very necessary to go there in advance to integrate."

He Chaoyue nodded; "I'm the same as you. I'll go straight back to Spain after the final. The competition there is fierce. Although I have more opportunities to play, I'm not a starter yet. I've been quite anxious about missing these two weeks."

“The competition is fierce!” Wei Lai sighed. “Nobody dares to get injured anymore.”

"Don't get injured!" He Chaoyue peeled the egg and looked at Wei Lai seriously. "In just a few games, no one knows what will happen. I've seen too many players over there who have been replaced in the starting lineup because of injuries."

Wei Lai nodded, indicating that he understood.

"How do you plan to integrate into the team?" He Chaoyue stuffed an egg into her mouth.

Wei Lai: "Just like you, clinging to someone powerful!"

He Chaoyue: "It seems you already have an idea."

Wei Lai smiled and said, "I have some clues."

He does have some ideas.

In short, integrating into Amsterdam Sport is about demonstrating your value.

Wei Lai is unable to showcase these qualities through his own abilities, given his numerous technical shortcomings compared to other Atlético Amsterdam players.

Under these circumstances, Wei Lai decided to take a different approach!

Austrian prodigy, Arminia Lancelot's current star striker, Konrad Lechmann.

This is Wei Lai's breakthrough!
If the two teams work well together, Wei Lai is confident that he can increase Konrad Lehmann's firepower by 3% to 4%. In this case, even if he has technical flaws, the coaching staff will take these factors into consideration.

Konrad Lechmann is very important!

Therefore, Wei Lai will also become very important!

If everything goes smoothly in half a season, I can't guarantee a starting position, but I can still strive for a starting role in rotation or as the first substitute.

"Ha~~"

Xiang Ming walked over, took the iced milk from Wei Lai's hand, and gulped it down in one go.

"How did the chat go?" Wei Lai asked directly, not minding at all.

Xiang Ming sat down, shrugged, and said, "It's a 1+2 model: play in the reserve team for a year, and if you perform well, you'll be promoted to the first team!"

Thanks to his outstanding performance at the U17 World Cup, Xiang Ming has attracted the attention of the Belgian team Liège.

Of course, this team has been tracking and observing Xiang Ming for some time now.

This time, however, I've made up my mind.

"Not planning to pursue your dreams in Valencia anymore?" Wei Lai asked with a smile.

Xiang Ming waved his hand: "I can't get in. They never even considered giving me a chance to join the reserve team. Besides, Valencia has so many talented people, so many people are eagerly waiting for this spot. Why would they give this spot to a foreigner like me?"

He Chaoyue: "So you want to leave?"

Xiang Ming nodded: "It's a challenge! It's better than the current situation. Besides, Liège is a powerhouse in Belgium, and the league is intense enough. I can train slowly."

After saying that, he looked at Wei Lai and He Chaoyue: "What are your suggestions?"

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue exchanged a glance and said in unison;
"To Liege!"

Xiang Ming laughed and said, "I guessed it. My godfather is on his way to Japan now. When he arrives, he will have a detailed talk with the Liege scouts, and then it will be a negotiation between the two clubs."

After a while, Chen Shaojie also came over.

Xiang Ming looked up: "How's it going on your end?"

Chen Shaojie shook his head and cursed, "Damn it! They dug a hole in the contract. My agent has already contacted me. This is not a good choice."

He paused, then smiled and said, "But there's also good news. The club saw my performance at the World Youth Championship, and after my agent tried to persuade them, they said they'd let me join the reserve team next year. So, I'm not planning to leave."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Yang Fan asked in surprise, "You have an agent?"

"Yes!" Chen Shaojie blinked and looked at everyone: "You don't have any?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Chen Shaojie asked, puzzled, "So how did you negotiate the contract?"

Wei Lai and He Chaoyue spoke at the same time: "The club is in charge, and the parents have signed!"

Xiang Ming: "My godfather will help me negotiate!"

Chen Shaojie grinned; "Find an agent, preferably from Europe. That will be more beneficial to your career. They can help you in many ways."

Yang Fan asked, "Who is your agent?"

Chen Shaojie blurted out, "Elantra Ross!"

The moment the words were spoken, everyone froze in shock.

Illante Rose is a famous Italian agent, a legendary agent tycoon, who represents a host of top stars such as Mussar, Ronaldo, and Simeone.

"stop!"

Seeing everyone's expressions, Chen Shaojie realized that these guys had misunderstood.

“I am affiliated with Elant Ross’s agency. He is nominally my agent, but I have never met him. My specific matters are handled by other agents under the agency.”

“Guangfa Securities partnered with Elant Rose’s agency early on. They have priority access to our overseas players and sign agency contracts according to the players’ personal wishes.”

Chen Shaojie looked at Wei Lai and He Chaoyue and the others.

"Don't you have any?"

"No!" Wei Lai shook his head directly: "Who can be as international as Guangfa Bank!"

(End of this chapter)