Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 47 Departure! Spain! (Please add to your favorites)
After giving his instructions, the hair dryer instructor stormed off, looking very angry.

Wei Lai could only grimace as he pulled up the course panel and began selecting lower-level courses.

Ultimately, following the instructions of the hair dryer instructor, he chose five basic courses.

[Basic lesson, consistent passing]

[Basic lessons, solid ball control]

[Basic Lessons, Skillful Dribbling]

[Basic courses, just the right amount of time to break free]

[Basic course, rapid footwork]

And the instructor for all five courses is the same person.
[Instructor: Shinji Kagawa]

Wei Lai tilted his head slightly; "For low-level courses, the instructor's face isn't hidden?"

Suddenly, Wei Lai realized what was happening and exclaimed:

"No talent reward?!—"

A young man in a yellow training uniform appeared before us. He was lean and not very tall, but he gave off a very stable feeling.

"Hello, Mr. Wei Lai, I am the instructor for these five courses. I hope my courses can bring you satisfactory results."

Wei Lai looked at the Japanese man in front of him and knew he was Japanese just by hearing his name.

However, in terms of fundamental skills, Japan is indeed second to none in Asia.

Wei glanced at Shinji Kagawa, pursed his lips, and asked, "Um? Is there a graduation reward? A talent reward?"

He voiced his most pressing concerns.

Shinji Kagawa smiled; "There are no rewards or graduation exams for lower-level courses. If the instructor thinks you are ready to graduate, then you can complete the course!"

"Fine!" Wei Lai resigned himself to his fate.

"Where do we start?"

The next morning, He Chaoyue got up early to prepare for her morning run.

Despite having a long flight today and being able to sleep in longer, he still got up for his morning exercise as usual.

When he looked up, as always, Wei Lai's bed was neatly made, and he was nowhere to be seen.

He Chaoyue pursed his lips. He believed he had tried his best, but compared to Wei Lai, he was always a little lacking.

However, He Chaoyue did not dare to follow Wei Lai's training model.

In fact, He Chaoyue greatly admired Wei Lai's recovery ability.

High-intensity continuous training puts a great strain on muscles and the body, so He Chaoyue always balances work and rest.

Rest when you need to rest, and don't slack off when you need to train.

But Wei Lai always adopted this high-intensity training, and his body was not affected in any way.

After quickly washing her face, He Chaoyue walked out of the dormitory and jogged towards the sports field.

When he arrived at the stadium, he saw Xiang Ming standing on the sidelines.

"What are you doing?"

He Chaoyue asked.

Xiang Ming didn't speak, but instead gestured with his chin towards the direction of the stadium.

He Chaoyue turned his head and saw that Wei Lai was practicing the backhand stroke.

Step on the ball, pull the ball, use the instep of your foot to flick the ball towards the back of your supporting foot, then switch feet and continue the cycle of stepping, pulling and flicking.

"Japan's 'step-and-pull' ball training?"

He Chaoyue raised her eyebrows slightly.

Japanese players love this kind of ball-stepping and pulling training, which improves their ball feel and also enhances their body coordination.

Wei Lai's movements weren't very fluid; each movement was relatively slow, but it was clear that he was trying to achieve the highest possible standard.

Throughout these training sessions, Wei Lai kept his head tilted upwards.

Xiang Ming turned his head; "Isn't he supposed to be a defensive midfielder? Why is he practicing this?"

In Xiang Ming's understanding, defending against a defensive midfielder simply requires being 'tough', right?
He Chaoyue looked towards the pitch; "Before stepping onto the professional field, who can guarantee their position will remain unchanged? Just like you started as an attacking midfielder, but now you've been converted into a winger, haven't you?"

Xiang Ming emphasized, "Winger!"

Although wingers and midfielders occupy the same position, their required functions are completely different.

He Chaoyue: "Do you know what I admire most about Wei Lai?" "What? Is it his accuracy in stealing the ball? Or his perpetual motion machine-like stamina?" Xiang Ming turned his head and asked.

He Chaoyue shook her head: "No, not at all! It's because he has a clear goal, and he's making progress at a visible pace, stage by stage."

"Do you have such a goal? How can you improve your skills? What are your strengths and weaknesses? And how can you face these problems and correct them?"

"When we play football, we always play in the way we like, ignoring our shortcomings or making excuses to cover them up. But these shortcomings will be magnified in the future until they become an insurmountable gap!"

After saying that, he walked towards the low building next to him.

"Where are you going?" Xiang Ming called out.

He Chaoyue: "Pumping weights!"

Xiang Ming's eyes widened: "Don't you want to grow taller? It's too early to start strength training now!"

He Chaoyue: "Who says they're necessarily right? I will adjust the intensity, but I understand that strength is my weakness right now, so I need to make up for it."

After saying that, he pointed to the track and said, "Right now he's walking alongside us, but if this continues, one day he'll leave us far behind, so far that we won't even see his taillights!"

Watching He Chaoyue leave, Xiang Ming slightly opened his mouth.

Do you face your own shortcomings?

What are my own shortcomings?
Xiang Ming pursed his lips, turned around and ran to the equipment room, grabbed a net of soccer balls, and ran to the field to start practicing shooting.

Morning, inside the cafeteria.

Wei Lai stuffed a big steamed bun with an egg in his mouth, then gulped down a big mouthful of rice porridge.

On his desk were five drawers, three bowls, and a pile of eggshells.

"Hiccup!"

After swallowing the last steamed bun, Wei Lai let out a satisfied burp, finally feeling full.

Xiang Ming propped his head up and looked at Wei Lai; "Big brother, five steamers of buns, four eggs, and three bowls of rice porridge, you can really eat!"

"The training volume is too high, we need to consume enough nutrition!" Wei Lai took a sip of water and smiled.

Recently, his appetite has indeed increased significantly, but that's good news.

After saying that, Wei Lai smacked his lips and said, "The big steamed buns from Jiaozhou are still the best. The small steamed buns are not quite there yet, not satisfying!"

Xiang Ming rolled his eyes.

"I noticed you were practicing your ball control, coordination, and footwork frequency this morning?"

Wei Lai nodded: "These are the areas I need to practice. They are my most obvious weaknesses. If I don't practice them, I will definitely suffer in the future!"

"The pace of professional leagues is very fast, especially in the top European leagues. The opponent will not give you much time to react or think. Therefore, I not only have to train, but also develop a conditioned reflex to pass the ball. Otherwise, if the opponent presses you directly, you will not be able to react at all."

Yang Fan: "Is it really that exaggerated? It's like you actually kicked it."

At this moment, Tong Xianfeng walked over, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, everyone, go back to your rooms and move your luggage to the dormitory entrance. We'll load it onto the truck together in a bit!"

Wei checked the time; it was only seven in the morning!
Their flight was at 1 p.m.

"Going to the airport so early?"

"It's getting late!" Xiang Ming stood up. "We need to get to the airport two hours early. It's a two-hour drive from here, and it's rush hour, so there might be traffic. Add in all the other little things, and we'll have to leave at eight o'clock!"

Yang Fan stretched and yawned; "We'll be traveling all day!"

The flight from Shanghai to Madrid, the capital of Spain, takes a total of 10 hours and 30 minutes, meaning at least 16-17 hours are spent on the road.

The 'Green Field Little Lions' team consists of 14 people in total.

Ten young players, plus Tong Xianfeng, Liang Xu, a coach, and an assistant.

At Shanghai Airport, Tong Xianfeng held a bag in his hand, while Wei Lai and a group of other kids stood in two rows.

"I'm now distributing your passports. After you've completed the exit procedures, hand them in again, understand?"

Everyone replied, "Understood!"

The passports were wrapped in a plastic bag, with each player's name labeled on it.

Wei Lai also received his own passport.

Open the passport; besides the information on the first page, the second page contains the visa.

Wei Lai only had one page of visas, while the others had many more. Clearly, apart from Wei Lai, everyone else here was an experienced person.

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