Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 1 Where the dream begins
"Rise up! Those who refuse to be slaves!"

"Let our flesh and blood build our new Great Wall!"

"The Chinese nation has reached its most perilous moment!"

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"We are united as one, braving the enemy's gunfire!"

"go ahead!"

"Braving enemy fire! Forward! Forward! Forward! Advance!!—"

In 2034, the "March of the Volunteers" resounded throughout Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina!

The roars and shouts of tens of thousands of Chinese people shook the stadium.

The resounding song surged through the air, spreading in all directions. It soared like an eagle over the Pampas, and even the roar of Iguazu Falls could not drown out this breathtaking song.

"CCTV! CCTV! The third round of Group F matches in the 2034 Argentina World Cup is about to begin, with the Chinese national team facing off against the formidable Uruguayan national team!"

"After two rounds of matches, the Chinese national team has become the most crazy dark horse in this World Cup. Led by He Chaoyue, the golden generation of the Chinese national team has forged ahead and helped the Chinese national team enter the World Cup again. At the same time, they performed well in the group stage, drawing with Mexico in the first round and defeating Cameroon in the second round. Now they are tied for first place in the group with the powerful Uruguay!"

"This match will be crucial for us to secure first place in the group! Let's cheer for the Chinese players!!"

Whoosh!!!

A deafening roar of cheers echoed throughout the stadium.

The bright red flag fluttered in the stands.

Tens of thousands of fans formed a human wall, shoulder to shoulder, jumping excitedly.

The intense and frenzied atmosphere spread in all directions.
Their eyes were fixed on the front, on the 11 burly figures in bright red jerseys, standing tall and proud in the middle of the field.

They came from the far East!
They call themselves descendants of the dragon!

On this South American land, they made the Chinese dragon roar for the first time.

The television screen flickered, its dappled light dispelling the darkness in the rented room.

Wei Lai sat on the sofa, with bottles of liquor on the coffee table in front of him and a delivery rider uniform from a certain group hanging on the sofa armrest.

A dazed gaze was fixed on the eleven figures on the television screen, heads held high, wearing national flags and battle robes.

He tried hard to connect these figures with the people in his mind, but he could no longer do so.

"He Chaoyue, Zhao Lei, Pei Le, Qian Xi, Xiang Ming."

As the camera panned across each player's face, Wei Lai would utter the corresponding name, muttering it to himself.

Ultimately, the camera focused on He Chaoyue, captain of the Chinese national team and China's top star, a talented player currently playing for the Spanish powerhouse 'Atlético Barcelona'.

Football is a sport that relies heavily on talent.

Effort can certainly play a role, but it is negligible.

Especially at the top level, talent determines a player's ceiling.

"Effort?" Wei Lai sneered. "Bullshit!"

When it comes to effort, Wei prides himself on being no less hardworking than anyone else.

He was always the most hardworking and diligent one.

He was training while everyone else was asleep!

While others were enjoying their meals, he was training!
Day after day, year after year, these things did not bring him anything.

It's like practicing shooting ten thousand times and barely mastering the knuckleball.

But a certain genius can kick something out of nowhere.

During his youth training days, Wei Lai heard the most comments like "no talent," "just using his strength," and "this kid has no future."

Faced with repeated criticism and ridicule, he could only lower his head, suppress his anger, and train even harder.

As mentioned above, he worked hard for a hundred days, but it was no match for someone else's casual kick.

He Chaoyue was born with exceptional talent and has always been the focus of attention.

He is also the target that Wei Lai most wants to catch up with.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see the other person's back, and the gap between them kept widening.

Am I not trying hard enough?
Do not!
Wei Lai believes he works harder than anyone else.

He even had the nickname "physical idiot." Whether he was just brute force or being ridiculed, he just wanted to catch up and improve.

But he's not very talented!
It's as if that limits you to the highest level; you can never surpass the most outstanding people of your age. Let alone surpass them, even catching up is a difficult task.

Geometrically more effort!

The sweat shed day and night!
In the end, all that was gained was a life of mediocrity.

Those with exceptional talent shine like stars on stage, enjoying the cheers and shouts.

They stood on the World Cup stage, among tens of thousands of people; they were the hope of the nation.

Those with inferior talent, unable to keep up with their counterparts, gradually fall behind and eventually lose their way.

Huddled in a dilapidated, leaky house, lost in the long, uncertain future, and immersed in the bitterness of memories.
That's the difference between a genius and a mediocre person!
He shouted countless times
Am I not working hard enough?
Do not!
He just lacks talent!

"This damn talent!"

The commentator's excited shouts came from the television.
"He Chaoyue! He Chaoyue! There's a chance! There's a chance!"

boom! !

Uh-huh! ! ! !

The ball hit the net.

The commentator shouted excitedly:
"Goal! Goal! Goal!! He Chaoyue! He scored the first goal for the Chinese team! We took the lead against the powerful Uruguayan national team!"

"How insane! He Chaoyue! China's golden generation, their legendary story continues! Continues!!!"

Wei Lai felt dizzy and saw He Chaoyue's confident face on the television screen.

As dazzling as ever!

"He Chaoyue, perhaps you don't remember, there was once someone who looked at your back and tried hard to chase after you!"

"However, you're a genius! I'm mediocre!"

Wei Lai's lips grew increasingly bitter, his head felt dizzy, and his heart pounded violently.

I really want to get to know you, I really want to be your friend. I really want to stand beside you.

My breathing became increasingly rapid, and my chest pain intensified.

Wei Lai was breathing heavily, his pupils dilating.
"If I had talent"

"If my efforts can be rewarded."

"If I could catch up with you..."

The television screen showed He Chaoyue shooting a goal.

As always, he was dashing and decisive!
"That was a beautiful shot!"

Wei Lai lay on his back, one hand clutching his heart, staring at the ceiling; "Congratulations! You've fulfilled your dream!"

But what about my dream?
Darkness gradually fell before my eyes, and the only sound in the rented room was the loud shouting coming from the television.

Wei Lai lay quietly on the sofa.

There was absolutely no movement!
He stopped breathing!

"Number 3, Number 3, Number 3!!—"

The sound next to my ear went from low to high, and suddenly exploded in my ear.

A blue coach's uniform, a thin voice, short hair with spiky strands, squinting almond-shaped eyes, a sharp, high nose, and a strong smell of smoke.

Teng!
Wei Lai suddenly stood up from the bench and instinctively shouted:
"coach!"

"If you don't want to get kicked out, get out! Don't get in my way!"

Wei Lai stared blankly at the scene before him, his memories seemingly being gradually unearthed, only to be quickly interrupted again.

The old man in front of me is named Chen Guoqiang, nicknamed Chen Bomb. His personality is like a bomb; he'll explode at the slightest provocation.

And this place seems to be where I trained during my youth?

Before Wei Lai could figure out what was going on, Chen Guoqiang threw the red vest at him.

"You have one minute to get dressed and get ready to go on stage!"

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(End of this chapter)