Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 80 Don't fucking cause trouble (Please add to your favorites)
"Damn it! What kind of passes are you guys making? Can't you see there's someone next to me?"

"Do you guys have to pass the ball when that number 5 is marking me? Can't you find a better time to pass?"

"What a shitty match!"

During halftime, Hart took off his jersey and threw it heavily to the ground.

He kept complaining, not only about his teammates, but also about himself.

"pick it up!"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out.

Hart looked up with his arrogant eyes, but when he saw the person, his eyes immediately became clear.

"Okay, Coach!"

Lawrence turned his head and said, "In the first half of the game, all I saw in you was the resentment of losers!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up, but dared not refute it.

"Not convinced?"

Lawrence sneered, "First of all, Hart. When has Mosktl ever advocated individual heroism? We are musketeers. A single musket poses a limited threat, but when we form ranks and fire in three volleys, whoever the opponent is, they will be riddled with holes!"

"Team!" Lawrence suddenly raised his voice, shouting angrily; "Team first, that's Mosktl's philosophy! Anyone who can't fit into the team, get out! The Musketeers don't welcome you! Whether you're a genius or not, you must serve the team! You must become part of the tactical system!"

"Calm down and use your brains to think about how to proceed in the second half. I don't want to return to the youth training base with this disgrace!"

Having said that, Lawrence sneered, "You know what I mean!"

The youth training players lowered their heads, their eyes filled with a hint of frustration, but even more so with anger.

When Lawrence returned to the coaching staff, a coach wearing a baseball cap whispered, "Actually, Hart played fine; he's always played like this!"

Lawrence: "If he plays like that, he'll never make it to the professional circuit!"

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the Green Lion.

"He can't distinguish his own position from his opponent's, and he only thinks about one-on-one when he gets hot-headed. The first team doesn't need this kind of guy!"

“In internal competitions, this guy is called a genius. We spoiled him and let him develop bad habits, which must be corrected.”

Immediately, he waved his hand and said, "Let's change the subject. What do you think of number 5?"

This is the second time the number 5 has been mentioned.

Upon hearing this, the baseball cap coach said, "They play very well, have great awareness, excellent positioning, quick decision-making, and know how to utilize the rules and their bodies, but..."

Lawrence added, "But there are technical limitations!"

The baseball cap coach nodded; "I've observed this many times. Sometimes, there's clearly enough space in front of him to dribble and advance, but he still passes the ball. Maybe he's not very confident in his dribbling skills!"

"Secondly, they have very few offensive options. Apart from their relatively impressive long passes in the first half, they have shown almost no offensive prowess!"

"Of course, this doesn't rule out the possibility that we failed to bring out his offensive capabilities!"

Lawrence thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be! It's just a simple limitation of the technology. Sigh... what a pity!"

The baseball cap coach said, "If we bring him to our youth training center, he might just be able to improve!"

Lawrence thought for a moment: "Let's talk about it after the game!"

In the second half, the two sides switched sides and started playing!

When the game resumed, the tension immediately escalated.

Moskter launched the first attack, repeatedly bumping Yang Fan with his shoulder during the assault, attempting to force his way in.

But Yang Fan wasn't going to let this go; he simply gathered his strength and shoved his opponent away.

"You like confrontation?"

Yang Fan grinned, revealing his chilling teeth; "You curly-haired bastard, I'll run you over!"

After saying that, he provocatively beckoned with his finger.

The other party glared angrily at Yang Fan, but the angrier the other party got, the happier Yang Fan became.

In addition to the offensive end, Mosktl's defensive tactics have become more intense, and he has also made more small fouls, resulting in Xiang Ming and He Chaoyue being fouled by him repeatedly.

"Is this some kind of game or a game of kicking people?"

Liang Xu was quite indignant and couldn't help but want to argue with the referee team.

But Tong Xianfeng stopped him.

"Don't forget, they're facing a Premier League youth academy!" Tong Xianfeng shook his head and said, "This is normal competition in the Premier League!"

Liang Xu opened his mouth, somewhat worried, and said, "Let's just watch like this."

"Of course we need to apply pressure, but these are things they'll have to go through sooner or later!"

The competition in each position became extremely fierce, and from a purely physical standpoint, Chen Shaojie, He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, Zheng Yang, and others really didn't gain any advantage.

Seeing his teammates gradually getting into trouble, Wei Lai pursed his lips and immediately stepped forward. "Give me the ball!"

Chen Shaojie hurriedly passed the ball over.

Before receiving the ball, Wei Lai turned his head to observe.

Sure enough, Hart was charging fiercely towards him.

"Well done!"

A cold glint flashed in Wei Lai's eyes. He didn't choose to receive the ball immediately. Instead, he lowered his waist, kept his arms close to his body, and took a sudden step towards the direction the opponent was charging towards him, shouting loudly:
"roll!!--"

boom! ! !
The clash between muscles, the collision of bones and flesh, produced a sound that made your teeth ache.

But in this confrontation, Wei Lai remained unmoved, while Hart was knocked flat on his back.

"Holy crap! That felt so good!—"

"Old Wei! You're awesome!"

"What a hunk!"

Yang Fan and the others immediately cheered loudly; this confrontation was truly satisfying.

Seeing Hart's disheveled appearance made me feel even more relieved.

Hart was also dizzy from the impact.

At the same time, he seemed to hear faint laughter from the audience. Considering his disheveled appearance, it wasn't hard to tell that they were mocking him.

His face flushed red instantly, and he immediately got up and rushed towards Wei Lai.

Wei Lai had already secured the ball, but didn't pass it out, as if he was waiting for Hart.

Hart flanked from the side, running to the left while Wei Lai twisted to the right.

He turned to the right, and Wei Lai turned to the left.

"FXXK!!"

Hart's anger was about to overwhelm his reason.

At this point, all you need is a little stimulation!

Wei Lai straightened up and, with a casual movement, gently passed the ball back.

At the same time, he turned to Hart, his tone laced with contempt, and mocked him in English:

"You're such a newbie!"

boom! ! !
Hart exploded!

His face, which had turned red, even turned a purplish-red; his anger could no longer be concealed.

"Hart, calm down! You still have..."

Before his teammates could finish shouting, Hart had already rammed into Wei Lai.

Wei Lai fell forward and fell to the ground, shouting exaggeratedly at the same time.

Ahh ...

Beep! ! !
The referee blew his whistle after a sharp whistle.

"I XXXX!!!"

Yang Fan rushed over at almost 100-meter speed, charging towards Hart like a fierce tiger.

But He Chaoyue was faster; he wrapped his arms around Yang Fan's waist and pulled him forcefully.

"Someone come here! Give me a hand!"

He Chaoyue turned around and called out to someone.

In an instant, Xiang Ming, Zheng Yang, and the others rushed forward to stop Yang Fan.

"Damn it! What are you bastards doing blocking me? Let me go, I'm here to avenge Old Wei!"

"He's spoiled rotten! You little foreigner, let's fight one-on-one! I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Don't pull me away! Let's fight one-on-one! You coward!"

Yang Fan was shouting angrily when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his basketball shorts.

"Who the hell pulled my pants?!"

Yang Fan turned his head angrily.

Then He Chaoyue hugged herself, too busy to pull up her basketball shorts.

He instinctively looked down and saw Wei Lai lying on his side on the ground, one hand covering his face and the other pulling at his basketball shorts. He whispered a scolding:
"Don't fucking cause trouble! Get back here right now!"

(End of this chapter)