Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 77 Genius? Forget it! (Please add to your favorites)

Madrid's weather is like a woman's mood—it changes in an instant!

One second the sky was clear and blue, and now rain and mist have started to fall.

The fine, continuous rain swirled and drizzled, veiling the entire space like a thin veil.

Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, so it did not hinder the normal progress of the game.

The Spanish Football Federation Youth International Invitational Tournament has reached the semi-finals!

Santo Ario U15 vs. Atlético Barcelona U15!

Mosktl U15 vs. Green Lions U15!

The above is the Spanish El Clásico!

Below is a match between the youth academies of European powerhouses and the youth academies of dark horses!
The competition venue was also moved to a stadium in town.

The stadium isn't large, but it has all the necessary facilities!
The stands on both sides can accommodate about 2000 spectators, but they are now mostly sparsely occupied.

Furthermore, the match featured a player tunnel with an archway in front of it.

Most importantly, the organizers found children from who-knows-where and even prepared the entrance ceremony.

The players' tunnel is located below one of the stands; you can enter the stadium by climbing the steps.

Although it can't compare to the environment of a game on TV, the overall atmosphere has been created.

On either side of the players' tunnel, the two teams stood in neat rows.

Xiang Ming, wearing the captain's armband, stood at the front, with the others standing in a vertical line in order.

"Why all the formality?"

Yang Fan turned to look at his own team, then turned to look at the Mosktl U15 players next to him.

In addition, each of them had a caddie next to them.

"This is my first time too!" Xiang Ming grinned. "I've been to the semifinals before, but I was only 12 years old then, and there wasn't a hand-holding ceremony for entering the venue, which made me a little nervous."

The others were more or less nervous in this situation.

But Wei Lai, who was the least experienced, remained extremely calm and even chatted with the caddie.

"Cold?"

Wei Lai lowered his head and asked a question in English.

The little guy has classic blond hair and blue eyes. His hair is fluffy like chicken feathers. It was drizzling outside and the temperature was a bit low, so I asked him about it.

The little guy clearly didn't understand, and Wei Lai rubbed his arm, making a cold gesture.

The little guy then smiled and shook his head.

Wei Lai gave a thumbs up: "Great job!"

The little guy chuckled, then gave Wei Lai a thumbs up and mumbled a bunch of things, but I couldn't understand him.

"Sorry, I can't hear you."

He Chaoyue, standing behind him, reminded him, "He said he's watched your games, he's a fan of yours, and he specifically asked to be your caddie for this game!"

Wei Lai was somewhat surprised, then He Chaoyue said, "Translate for me, you're my first fan!"

He Chaoyue said something, and the little guy replied.

He said he was honored and would like your autograph later!

Wei Lai's smile became even brighter.

"no problem!"

The referee suddenly shouted something, and even though Wei Lai couldn't understand it, he knew it was time to go on the field.

The light rain couldn't dampen the players' enthusiasm.

As the players led their children across the archway into the stadium, the spectators on both sides of the stands erupted in cheers and applause.

Upon entering the field, both sides lined up in a row.

Soon after, upbeat music started playing from the loudspeaker.

"Is this Mosktl's team song?"

Chen Shaojie blinked, then turned to Xiang Ming and asked, "Do we have a team song?"

Xiang Ming: "How could that be!"

On the coaching bench, Liang Xu turned to Tong Xianfeng and asked, "Do you have a team song?"

"No!" Tong Xianfeng shook his head.

Liang Xu was taken aback: "Then what will we put out later?"

Tong Xianfeng revealed a smug smile. "Just you wait and see!"

The young Lions players stood there dumbfounded, looking around at each other after the opposing team's anthem finished playing, unsure of what to do.

Just now.

Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
Thump~thump~thump`thump! ——

After a powerful drumbeat, a soaring and stirring song suddenly blared through the loudspeakers.

The five-starred red flag! Fluttering in the wind!

How loud the victory song is!

[Sing of our songs! Our beloved motherland!]

From this day forward, let us march towards prosperity and strength!

My breath caught in my throat, and I almost instinctively straightened my back.

Even the usually lazy Yang Fan looked serious at this moment, and everyone was tilting their heads slightly, as if they could see the bright red flag fluttering in the wind.

After the song ended, Wei Lai slowly exhaled, turned his head and looked over, and found that his teammates' expressions had all become fierce.

How could we possibly lose?!

"Thank goodness it wasn't the national anthem, otherwise I'd be dead. We can't lose!"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he looked at Chen Shaojie and asked, "What's the plan?"

"Huh?" Chen Shaojie was taken aback. "You're asking me?"

"You're full of tricks, why don't you launch a sneak attack at the start?"

Chen Shaojie rolled his eyes: "Even launching a sneak attack depends on the team. Let's start normally and test the waters first."

The players from both sides stand on the field, and the match can start at any moment.

Neither Tong Xianfeng nor Liang Xu could sit still on the coach's bench.

Liang Xu pursed his lips and said, "That number 10 on the other side is not easy to deal with!"

Mosktl's number 10 player is named Hart. Although he is British, he has very delicate skills.

He has a strong ability to break through vertically. As the number 10, his task is to break through vertically and make the final pass.

In both the group stage and the knockout stage, Mosktl's attack mainly relied on the breakthroughs of his number 10 player.

"Leave it to Wei Lai!"

Tong Xianfeng spoke up.

Liang Xu: "Isn't that putting too much pressure on you?"

Tong Xianfeng turned his head and smiled, "Wei Lai asked for it himself!"

"Huh?" Liang Xu was stunned: "He asked for it himself?"

Tong Xianfeng: "I don't know how you train him. He's clearly very capable, but he doesn't dare to show off too much and always seems cautious. In the very beginning of the group stage, he didn't play at all, otherwise his stats would have doubled!"

"I encourage my children to go out and play from a young age, not only to play high-quality games, but also to instill in them the habit of winning!"

"Someone like Wei Lai, who clearly has the ability, is bound by his own mindset and dares not unleash his full potential. He's so restrained, how could he possibly play well!"

"If you win from a young age and get used to winning, you won't be afraid of those foreigners in the future. If you've won when you're young, you can still beat them when you grow up. That's the kind of mindset we need!"

"Look at Wei Lai! Look how much he's changed these past few days of competition! He used to do whatever I asked, but now he's actually asking me for work!"

Tong Xianfeng chuckled and said, "Just watch, number 10 is going to be in trouble."

"Can Wei Lai do it?" Liang Xu asked, still somewhat worried.

Tong Xianfeng turned to look at the court and said slowly, "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always have this feeling that Wei Lai has never truly been liberated!"

Wei Lai actively moved his body, and his heart began to race with excitement.

It wasn't that pre-match tension or stiffness, but rather a feeling that every cell in my body was active and boiling, wanting to start the game faster and wanting to touch the ball faster.

He felt his energy gradually increasing, even becoming fiery!
"genius?"

Wei Lai grinned.

In the Premier League, every player is a genius among geniuses.

A genius who hasn't proven himself isn't a genius!

I may not be able to play in the Premier League, but I can still beat you guys!

"What the hell!"

(End of this chapter)