Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 87 Another Training Match (Please Add to Favorites)
"Oh! The princes are here for their trials?"

"Wow, three at once? Is the club trying to transform itself?"

"Is this a call for us old guys to step down?"

"Alright, stop teasing them, they're just kids!"

As professional players from the Willys Club entered, they were almost all making fun of He Chaoyue and others.

Of course, this wasn't meant with malice, but rather just a casual remark.

But it's also quite annoying!
Wei Lai was eating, but no matter how he ate, he just couldn't get into it.

the reason is simple.

Wang Hao, sitting opposite him, was staring intently at him.

Ugh!
Wei Lai sighed, looked up, and asked, "Brother Hao, what are you trying to say?"

Wang Hao blinked and pointed to the mountain of rice and pile of beef on Wei Lai's plate.

The other plate contained a pile of vegetables, an apple, and two bananas.

"You're eating so much? Can you even finish it all?"

Wei Lai didn't speak, but Yang Fan said from the side, "He's a well-known big shot at the football academy!"

"A big vat?" Wang Hao tilted his head.

Yang Fan: "We eat by the plate, he eats by the vat!"

Wang Hao scratched his head; "Kids these days, they all eat so fiercely!"

After saying that, he continued, "Just a friendly reminder, don't eat too much, you're more likely to throw up in the afternoon!"

Wei Lai stuffed a big mouthful of rice into his mouth: "I'm in good shape! I'm fine!"

"Haha!" Wang Hao couldn't help but laugh.

"Eat up! Eat up! Don't blame me later for not warning you!"

Wei Lai lowered his head and ate his food, ignoring Wang Hao.

Wang Hao glanced at the small mountain of food on Wei Lai's plate, which quickly disappeared.

In the end, not a single grain of rice or a trace of beef was left.

The two plates were licked clean.

“What a great eater!”

After lunch, we took a short nap and then gathered at the training ground at 1 p.m.

The Willy Club's training grounds consist of three large fields, each corresponding to different training sessions.

However, due to the presence of trial players today, the overall training volume was reduced.

The coaching team, led by Chang Chen-ting, stood at the very front.

Wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, dressed in a Willie training uniform, with his hands in his pockets and a whistle around his neck, Chang Chen-ting looked every bit the devilish coach.

Indeed, this is the case. Zhang Zhenting, who studied under the German sage Morton, inherited and optimized Morton's rigorous training methods.

The Power Club during Morton's era was known for its 'unbreakable running'!
Chang Chen-ting's tactical philosophy is similar, starting with changing the team's temperament from the perspective of physical fitness.

The minimum goal is to recover to a point where we can run ourselves ragged.

Therefore, from the beginning of his coaching career, he focused heavily on physical training, which often made these Willys players suffer greatly.

"10km warm-up, let's begin!"

Zhang Zhenting shouted, and the first-team players immediately started running.

He then turned to Wei Lai and the other two children and said, "You three, follow me!"

The three of them immediately caught up with the back of the group.

After running 10 kilometers, some people were already panting, after all, the overall age of the Willy Club is relatively high.

Foreign players showed the best physical adaptation, hardly ever panting.

Perard, Jersey, Sanchez, Rubio, and others were only slightly sweating.

As for the domestic players, they are all...
Ok?
Zhang Zhenting looked over and saw a kid in a blue training vest squatting on the ground stretching his legs in the crowd.

Press down on the left, then press down on the right.

He had a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, but his face wasn't flushed and he wasn't out of breath.

This looks almost like a foreign player.

"Has the football academy really put a lot of effort into physical training?" Zhang Zhenting looked at He Chaoyue and Yang Fan.

The two men's chests heaved, and they were both panting with their mouths open.

This is how a football academy trial should be done!
Three minutes later. "50-meter sprint, all-out sprint! If I catch you slacking off, you'll have to run extra laps!"

"Two people per group, ready! Go!"

Group by group, they set off to sprint.

The entire sprint requires running at full speed, and during the pullback, you also need to jog slowly; you absolutely cannot rest or walk.

Two U21 players who committed traveling violations were yelled at by Chang Chen-ting to run laps.

"run!"

"start!"

"Charge!"

After running in groups, many people began to experience a severe loss of physical strength.

Chang Chen-ting snorted coldly: "Have you forgotten what we fans said? They said you guys don't fight, that you're all just old men taking a stroll. But it's not that you don't fight, it's that you fucking can't fight!"

He slapped his thigh repeatedly and roared:

"My legs are about to burst! My lungs are about to explode! My heart rate is over 200! I can't run anymore, I'll die if I keep running! It's not that I don't want to give it my all, it's that I simply can't!"

"It's no wonder they call you cowards. You may not be able to run anymore, but in their eyes, you just lack fighting spirit!"

"If you don't have enough physical reserves in normal times, you won't be able to fight when it really matters, even if you want to!"

Zhang Zhenting pointed forward towards the crowd.

"Hey you, step forward!"

In the crowd, Wei Lai turned his head left and right in confusion, and realized that it seemed to be pointing at him.

Wei Lai pointed to himself.

"Me!"

"Yes! Step forward!"

Wei Lai hurriedly ran over, and Zhang Zhenting pressed his hand on Wei Lai's shoulder, sneering, "Look at you! The football academy students aren't even out of breath, but you guys who call yourselves Chinese professional players are all panting like madmen. Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you embarrassed?"

Wei Lai stood there dumbfounded, looking at the fierce eyes of the professional players around him, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

You're so naughty!
This is a rip-off!
"I always thought your physical abilities were amazing. Now I realize they're even more amazing!" Yang Fan was almost fainting, his lips were pale, and his legs were trembling.

He Chaoyue, standing to the side, had already turned into a seaweed strip, unable to utter a single word.

It has to be said that Chang Chen-ting trains really hard. Wei Lai, who inherited Casemiro's cardiopulmonary talent, is now finding it hard to keep up.

"Can you two keep going?"

Zhao Xiaotang walked over and looked at He Chaoyue and Yang Fan.

Yang Fan plopped down on the ground and immediately shook his head; "If you want me to practice again, you might as well carry me away!"

Zhao Xiaotang nodded and looked at He Chaoyue.

"What about you?"

He Chaoyue glanced at Wei Lai, pursed her lips slightly, and finally shook her head.

"Alright, I'll go tell Brother Zhang. Anyway, it's just a trial period for you guys, nothing more!"

Zhao Xiaotang went to negotiate with Zhang Zhenting, and Yang Fan immediately grinned and said, "Awesome! He called these big brothers like grandsons, and not one of them dared to talk back!"

Wei Lai: "For Coach Zhang, these older brothers were all his former underlings!"

Yang Fan: "Little brother? It should be my little brother's little brother! There are several years' difference between us!"

At this moment, Zhao Xiaotang returned.

“You two don’t need to practice anymore, but,” Zhao Xiaotang said to Wei Lai, “Brother Zhang wants you to participate in a training match!”

Wei Lai's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

His hard work paid off, and he finally achieved something.

Zhao Xiaotang nodded; "Okay! Go ahead, after this training match, we'll go back together!"

"Okay! Wait for me!"

After saying that, Wei Lai jumped up and rushed towards the first team.

Yang Fan stared blankly at Wei Lai's fleeing figure, then looked down at his own legs.

"Damn it! You're such a weakling! Look at other people's legs!"

(End of this chapter)