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"Who are you?"

Just as Ye Fei was about to explain, the chef blocked his way.

"Ah, this, this, this is a friend of mine, and also a master of spectator fighting."

"It's just that he doesn't go out often and his words can be quite harsh, so please don't take it to heart, Professor Wang."

He finished speaking with a forced smile, but inwardly he was thinking, "Brother, please stop! Where do you put my reputation as the chef? Where does Da Kun's reputation stand?"

Hearing the chef say this, Coach Wang was not only not appeased, but became even more emboldened, taking a few more steps forward to press for answers:

"A spectator? Then we need to talk about that even more. You, a spectator, are giving pointers to a malfunctioning robot? Do you even know where you are?"

"All these teaching materials and courseware were developed collaboratively by our coaching team. These ideas and understandings are the essence of what has been tested by countless professional players!"

"You're saying we're wrong? Do you think you understand things better than the entire coaching staff?"

Ye Fei's reaction was indifferent; he simply said coldly:

"No, I don't think so. And you shouldn't be asking me who I am right now; what you should be doing is explaining why you are right and I am wrong."

"I just feel that if I'm going to teach children, I should be responsible for what I teach."

This statement might sound normal to others, but to Coach Wang, it was like being pointed at in his nose and accused of "misleading students."

Because he knew that almost 80% of the courseware produced by their entire school was based on videos of athletes from other countries, explaining the mainstream understanding of China.

However, it's not that they really wanted to do it, but rather that they "had no choice" but to do it.

It's not about the understanding of players from other countries—they really can't figure it out!

In other words, it's not that they lack comprehension, but rather that they simply have very little material to draw upon.

Because in this world, regardless of the country, the gameplay videos of professional players are "secret".

Unlike the world Ye Fei lived in, these were regarded as a "resource" or a "material," and most of them were protected by their respective country's esports associations and professional organizations.

Only a small number will flow into the public in various ways, or be sold at high prices to e-sports organizations as "materials" for research, or be collected by training institutions as teaching resources.

Of these, only a very small number will circulate online and become publicly shared videos.

The wealthier and stronger an institution is, the more "high-quality resources" it can control, and the "higher quality" of its teaching will be. Neo Academy is one such example.

Even so, the video resources they have are only a few gigabytes, no more than 15 episodes, and some are even incomplete.

Therefore, how to transform "cold" practical videos into teaching materials depends entirely on the coaches' own understanding.

How easy is it to deduce a player's understanding of the game based on just a few or even incomplete videos?

Moreover, many of the battles in the videos are played by different players, and are greatly influenced by individual player styles.

Therefore, the problem of Ye Fei's so-called "forced explanation" is not just a problem of this institution—but a common problem that exists throughout the entire industry.

This "common problem" is like a thorn that cannot be eradicated; it can only remain embedded in the hearts of every esports industry professional.

At present, while trying to restore the players' thought process as much as possible, explaining it using the mainstream understanding of China is the "optimal solution" they can think of.

Although Ye Fei acted out of pure goodwill, doing so at this moment was undoubtedly like rubbing salt into Coach Shi's already painful wound.

Coach Wang immediately lost his temper, so angry that he walked off the stage and pointed at Ye Fei, shouting:

"Who are you? What's your account name? What's your rank? What's your win rate?"

The last few words were almost shouted out. Upon seeing this, the receptionist immediately rushed over to stop him and told him not to get off the stage and argue with the guests.

Ye Fei was about to go up and explain when the cook pulled him away, whispering, "Brother! I'm begging you!"

Just then, the front door of the classroom suddenly opened, and another man in a coach's uniform walked in.

The scene froze instantly, and everyone turned to look at the doorway.

"Brother Wang, the boss is back. He said training ended early today and he'll come to the office later for a short meeting."

The receptionist and the chef breathed a sigh of relief. Coach Shi let go, simply said "Training over," and followed him out the door without looking back.

The students in the classroom looked at each other, and no one moved for a moment.

The receptionist strode to the podium, clapped her hands, and tried to make her voice sound steady.

"Students, training is ending early today. Go home and rest."

The trainees then stood up, packed their things, and headed out. As they passed Ye Fei and the chef, some seemed to recognize the chef, exchanging a quick glance, but dared not linger.

The chef greeted them warmly with a smile, and soon they all disappeared down the corridor.

The head chef let out a long breath, released his grip on Ye Fei's hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"My God..." he muttered softly, not daring to say it aloud.

The receptionist approached, her smile tinged with obvious apology. She stopped in front of Ye Fei and gave a slight bow.

"I'm so sorry, sir. Coach Wang... he's always had a rather impatient personality and gets easily agitated."

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully: "But he really is the instructor with the highest level of expertise in faulty robotics at our school. He's always been very kind to the children, never before in class."

The chef quickly tried to smooth things over: "I understand, I understand. My brother Ye is just a straightforward person. If we all compromise, things will be fine. Let's just forget about it."

Ye Fei didn't speak, glancing sideways at the cook, thinking to himself, "Heh, always trying to smooth things over."

"I'll deal with you when I get back."

In fact, Ye Fei knew in his heart that he was not "straightforward" or "low in emotional intelligence" as some people claimed, nor was he deliberately trying to make things difficult for the coach or criticize the organization in public.

What he couldn't accept was that a training institution with a certain scale in China was teaching children subjective interpretations that were "imposed" on them.

Moreover, in his eyes, these understandings were utterly absurdly wrong, even outrageous, and were worlds apart from his understanding of the game in his original world.

He recalled his childhood experiences before he traveled back in time; he had also attended similar training courses, only he had learned different things.

But after studying for three years, he realized that the institution had only been teaching the most basic things.

However, the practical skills offered in reality are not even scratching the surface, and they are completely unrelated to the knowledge of "children's competitions".

Therefore, he began to hate all institutions that were not up to par, including those that cost money but did not teach him anything of substance.

When I saw this coach giving a lecture, he was just acting on this idea, instinctively projecting his past self onto the children.

Equilibrium Sphere Construction?

Is the ice hockey puck being used for defense?

He now finally understands that this is the mainstream understanding of games in China today.

He smiled and suddenly realized that what he had just done was indeed a bit impulsive.

He suddenly realized that there were more meaningful things waiting for him to do than arguing with a coach from an organization.

Ye Fei pondered for a moment, then buried the thought in his heart for the time being and stopped thinking about it.