Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 90 Official Announcement (Please add to your favorites)

Inside the head coach's office at Jiaozhou Weili Football Club.

Club general manager Liu Chengyun paced around the sofa, sometimes flicking his sleeve, sometimes sighing.

They went around in circles, making Zhang Zhenting dizzy.

"Brother Liu, things have come to this, so just give in!"

Liu Chengyun turned and glared angrily; "From what? I asked you to cultivate fresh blood, and I even allocated you a U21 spot! And what do you do? You just pull a 15-year-old directly from the football academy! Now that public opinion is escalating, how are we supposed to handle public relations?"

Chang Chen-ting: "Let them talk. I'll let my performance speak for itself next year!"

"Next year? Play?" Liu Cheng's luck suddenly turned around; "16 years old! You want him to play in the Chinese Super League at 16? Can he even play?"

Chang Chen-ting: "I'm practicing right now! I think I'll have a chance to master it by next March!"

Liu Chengyun angrily swung his arm: "There's never been a precedent like this! This is the important thing! The rules have been broken, what are we going to do next? How are we going to explain this to the locker room? Can a 16-year-old really replace them?"

Zhang Zhenting frowned; "Competitive selection! If the job doesn't produce results, then remove it. It's that simple!"

“It’s different here!” Liu Chengyun said. “It’s not as simple as it is abroad. Sometimes, your good intentions can harm that little guy!”

Chang Chen-ting laughed in exasperation.

"What? It's right to relegate him to the second division. He clearly has the ability to play in the Super League, but he insists on bowing to seniority. Is that reasonable?"

Liu Chengyun turned his head and glared: "What if there's unrest in the locker room?"

Zhang Zhenting said defiantly, "I can keep my grounds in check! I'll slap anyone who dares to jump!"

"you you!"

Liu Chengyun pointed for a long time and found that this guy seemed to be able to keep things in check.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare bring this guy back to be the commander-in-chief.

"Send him back to the football academy first, Zhao Xiaotang is almost frantic with worry," Liu Chengyun said, frowning.

"Send it back?" Zhang Zhenting nodded; "It's not impossible."

"You agreed?" Liu Chengyun asked in surprise.

Zhang Zhenting: "Buy Yang Shuo from Jiaodong Island!"

Liu Cheng's luck ran out.

"They're not coming! Didn't I spend money on this? What can I do if they don't come?!"

Chang Chen-ting: "That little brat Guotai is fine too!"

"That little rabbit, cough cough!" Liu Chengyun looked at Zhang Zhenting and said, "He wants it too? They don't even want us, so why should we pay them?"

"This won't work, that won't work!" Zhang Zhenting spread his hands; "This isn't what we agreed on. You told me to go all out and that you would support me, but now this won't work and that won't work. What kind of support is this?"

"Fine! I'm out of a job as head coach, okay? The locker room is going to be a mess, I'm not getting involved!"

"No!" Liu Chengyun quickly steadied him.

He was afraid that Chang Chen-ting would abandon him and leave without a second thought.

He'll have a real headache when the locker room turns into chaos.

"Brother Liu, let's take this opportunity to transform ourselves. The reason our performance hasn't been good these past few years is simply because we lack fresh blood, right?"

"You say Willie's youth academy is dying out, that there aren't any outstanding young players, but our youth training is one of the best in the country. If we're dying out, what chance do other clubs have?"

"To put it bluntly, we're afraid to try. We have to prove ourselves in the second division and then slowly climb up. By the time we get up, we're either 25 or 26! It takes us several more years to adapt to the Chinese Super League, and then we're like old men taking a stroll again. Isn't this a vicious cycle?"

"No destruction, no construction; some things have to be changed, and who knows, it might just work out?"

Liu Chengyun turned his head; "What if it doesn't work?"

"I'll take responsibility!" Zhang Zhenting said. "You can try to pin the blame on me later, I'll just walk away and do whatever you want! Okay?"

Liu Chengyun gave Zhang Zhenting a deep look, then suddenly sighed.

"Hey Zhang, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you're not reliable enough!"

"Seeking stability will only lead to no change!" Zhang Zhenting walked over, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for him, and then lit one for himself. He said slowly, "Our Willy is like a stagnant pool now. It looks calm on the surface, but there's no life in it at all!"

"To bring it to life, it needs change, even just a drop of water, a tiny ripple spreading out—who knows if it could create a huge wave?" Whew...
Liu Chengyun slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and looked up at Zhang Zhenting.

"You used to be a scoundrel, and you're still so careless in your actions. I really don't know if I can trust you!"

Zhang Zhenting shrugged and laughed, "You have no choice. Right now, I'm the only one who can keep these thugs in check!"

"Sigh..." Liu Chengyun sighed as he stood up, and said solemnly, "This is the only case!"

Zhang Zhenting immediately smiled and said, "Thank you for your support, Brother Liu. Shall we have a drink before you go?"

"I'm not drinking anymore, I can't drink it with that face of yours!"

"and many more!"

Liu Chengyun turned his head; "What?"

Chang Chen-ting smiled; "Give me an identity!"

"what?"

"Official announcement!"

Liu Chengyun gritted his teeth, pointed his index finger at Zhang Zhenting, and turned to leave.

Liu Chengyun left. Zhang Zhenting lay half-reclined on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips, letting the smoke drift upwards. His gaze was somewhat unfocused as he murmured:
"It all hinges on this! The stage's set, you'd better live it up!"

On September 13, 2025, the publicity department of Jiaozhou Weili Football Club officially announced the news.

[15-year-old midfielder Wei Lai is indeed an outstanding student in our school's youth training program and is currently training with the first team. See the main text for more details!]

One stone caused a thousand waves!

He started training with the first team at the age of 15, and it was officially announced!

This is practically a club endorsement of their status.

Unlike previous rumors, this is an official announcement from the club!

This means that Wei Lai may actually have a chance to make his debut in the Chinese Super League when he signs a professional contract at the age of 16.

"Holy crap? You've really become the crown prince?"

Yang Fan was filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment!

Spicy balls!

Even if he went up now, he would still be the second prince!

"What crown prince? I've never played a single game in the Chinese Super League, what kind of crown prince am I!" Wei Lai paused, then continued, "However, my professional contract is secure. The club is going to sign a letter of intent with me today."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

After a while, Yang Fan said dejectedly:

"Damn it! Next year, Lao He will be playing in the Spanish third division, and you'll be playing in the Chinese Super League. Am I the only one without a job?"

Yang Fan will most likely go through the club's traditional channels.

First, they play in the reserve team, and then they are promoted to the first team.

Wei Lai is a special case!
After all, this was something he had fought hard for during the trials.

Without giving him enough opportunities to perform and enough expectations, Chang Chen-ting wouldn't have supported Wei Lai or looked forward to his growth.

Now Wei Lai only needs to do one thing!
That is to polish the existing weapons as well as possible before my birthday next year.

"We're going to have to go down the same old path again!"

Wei Lai smiled; "Let's become part of the puzzle first!"

Only by fully meeting Zhang Zhenting's expectations can he successfully enter the Chinese Super League.

Wei Lai clenched his fist tightly.

"Professional league! Here I come!"

(End of this chapter)