Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 107 Unleashing Power (Please add to your favorites)

"I...I..."

Duan Jiang was dumbfounded. As a commentator, even if he wasn't a top-tier commentator, he must have commentated on at least a hundred matches.

But this bizarre yet beautiful arc directly caused his CPU to overheat and burn out.

He had never seen such a beautiful arc at the feet of a Chinese player.

In his excitement, he suddenly roared:

"I listened to the spring rain all night in my small building!"

"A bizarre arc! A chilling blade's edge!"

"Just like this curveball! Beautiful and deadly!"

"Scimitar drawn! One strike to the throat!"

"That strike gave us our second goal!"

"This is Wei Lai's crescent-shaped scimitar!"

The live stream chat was buzzing with excitement.

This long, curved pass was a stunning feat!
"I got goosebumps! This is way too advanced!"

"That curling shot completely stunned the Australian defense?"

"Yu Peng? The Crescent Moon Blade! That's a very apt description! A demonic blade, a devilish blade, beautiful yet deadly!"

"What demonic sword, what evil sword! This is clearly a good sword of the people! Throw it out! Get it into re-education through thought!"

"My God! Wei Lai made that long, curved pass?"

"Please call it the Crescent Moon Blade! Thank you!"

"I remember back in Spain, Wei Lai did kick a curved shot, but it wasn't this exaggerated back then!"

"Look! That curve completely stunned the opponent, and the most amazing thing is the dip in the trajectory. This shot is definitely beyond the realm of ordinary ball control!"

"The ball has speed! And such a big arc, plus a dip at the end, how are you supposed to defend against it!"

"The landing point was perfect! It's like it was calculated!"

"You guessed, didn't you?"

"Hey you upstairs! Watch out, Wei Lai might spit on you!"

Wei Lai licked his lips, still somewhat stunned.

It really happened!
His long passes have a very low success rate; he'd be lucky to succeed even once or twice out of ten.

He was leading the game and was in excellent form, so he decided to give it a try.

I can't believe it actually worked!
This kick not only stunned the Australian youth team, but also made their own side look at it like it was a monster.

"My God!" Yang Fan walked over and exclaimed, "You've really mastered that long pass."

Wei Lai shook his head: "Not stable enough, we were just lucky this time!"

"That's fine then! You really fooled me!"

After saying that, he said hopefully, "Teach me!"

Wei Lai turned his head; "Didn't you say this ball was flashy?"

Yang Fan: "Do you have some misunderstanding about 'flashy' and 'beautiful'? Your previous curve was indeed flashy, but it had no ball speed, no dip, just a curve, and the curve wasn't this exaggerated. This time it's different!"

"Tell me, are you going to teach me or not?"

Wei Lai shrugged; "We'll see how you perform!"

Others also gathered around, each one more exaggerated than the last.

"Big brother! Brother Wei! I'm begging you!" Xiang Ming's eyes were practically gleaming. "Please teach me!"

Pei Le raised her hand: "I want to learn too, count me in!"

Millennium: Me! Me! Me! Don't leave me out!

Yang Fan: "What are you, a striker, learning to pass? Go play somewhere else!"

The crowd gathered around Wei Lai and discussed it animatedly.

At this moment, Yang Fan suddenly said, "Did we forget something?"

"what?"

Everyone paused for a moment, then turned their heads in unison.

Only then did they see He Chaoyue standing alone in the corner area, hands on her hips, glaring at them.

"Wow~~~ Old He is the best!"

"That was a great goal!"

"Old He's timing was brilliant!"

"Awesome! Awesome!"

Seeing her teammates running over with feigned concern, He Chaoyue tossed her ponytail, turned around, and walked away.

However, before leaving, he punched Wei Lai in the chest with his fist.

"Good news!" Wei Lai laughed. "Only you caught on!"

He Chaoyue laughed and said, "I'm waiting!"

This statement left Wei Lai stunned for a long time.

He Chaoyue: "What's wrong?"

Wei Lai took a deep breath, shook his head, and punched the other man in the chest.

"Nothing much! That was a great shot!"

Ten minutes in, they were leading by two goals, and their morale was completely boosted.

Even Xue Guohao, sitting on the coach's bench, was somewhat dumbfounded.

The words spoken on the bus were meant to be encouraging, so I took them as a lofty goal.

Who would have thought that in less than 15 minutes, they would be leading by two goals?

"Should we stabilize the situation next?" assistant coach Liu Guowei asked.

Xue Guohao took a deep breath and said confidently, "What's there to be calm about! We've already established our momentum, so let's keep pressing!"

After saying that, he shouted towards the court: "Don't let your guard down, keep pressing them!"

Hearing the head coach's shout, these fearless teenagers were once again filled with enthusiasm.

24 minutes.

"Xiang Ming received the ball on the left side, but didn't pass. He was planning to go it alone. Was he going to make a V-shaped dribble to get inside? Oh~~ a dunk and another change of direction, he got past it!! Ah~~ what a pity! The pass wasn't accurate!"

27 minutes.

"Qianxi passes back to Pei Le, Pei Le lobs the ball behind the defense, Xiang Ming's first touch isn't firm, the opponent retreats to set up defense, Xiang Ming passes it back! The ball falls back to Wei Lai's feet, very stable, we're not in a hurry, let's take it slow... Wei Lai, why don't you try a touch?"

Unfortunately, Wei Lai didn't take a shot, and was instead assigned to the wing again.

34 minutes.

The Chinese U17 team launched a triangular attack on the left flank, with Pei Le, Wei Lai, and Xiang Ming making several one-touch passes. Yang Fan suddenly sprinted along the outside, and Wei Lai flicked the ball forward.

Yang Fan cut inside with the ball and swept it across the goal line. The Australian goalkeeper made a precise save but also dropped the ball. The ball flew into the penalty area, and after a scramble, it was cleared out of bounds.

Facing the corner kick, the Chinese U17 team pushed forward all their aerial threat players, including Wei Lai, Mao Biao, Qian Xi, and He Chaoyue.

Xiang Ming took the penalty kick, and Wei Lai suddenly rushed towards the near post, met the ball with a backheel shot, and the ball went into the goal.

"Wei Lai!! Header! China's third goal!! Well done, lads! Wei Lai has one goal and one assist in this match!"

Wei Lai excitedly rushed towards the corner flag, jumped up with force, and waved his arms.

Celebration moves at the level of an elementary school student.

There's nothing I can do; I don't score many goals, so I'm not very good at celebrating!

But this caused a stir in the stands.

The national flag was waved vigorously by the fans, who were all flushed and extremely excited.

"That's fucking awesome!"

"That's way too strong!"

"Damn! I'm a year younger than my opponent overall. Before the match, I was worried I wouldn't be able to compete, but I ended up dominating them!"

"Pressure? This is about to explode!"

Wei Chenggong was equally excited, especially listening to the discussions around him, which made him extremely proud.

"Wei Lai is really amazing! He's good at both offense and defense, with a goal and an assist! A perfect performance!"

"Look at that Basto! He was so fierce when he played Saudi Arabia, but now he's completely outmatched against Wei Lai!"

"You're kidding! Wei Lai can suppress all the other geniuses of his caliber in Europe, what's he compared to him?"

"Once he grows up, he'll definitely be a super beast with a great waist! And the kind we desperately need!"

Wei Chenggong was beaming, and he patted the two fans in front of him.

He pointed at Wei Lai and proudly declared, "My son!"

The two fans glanced at Wei Lai, then at Wei Chenggong.

A dark-skinned, lean, and strong man!
A fair-skinned, middle-aged, overweight man!
"Brother, this doesn't seem like it! You can't just make connections like this!"

Wei Chenggong grinned: "He looks just like his mother!"

Old Chen chimed in, "It really is his son!"

"Really?" the fan exclaimed in surprise. He then noticed that Wei Chenggong was wearing a jersey belonging to the Bohai Port Dragons Fan Association and gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother! A role model for us football fans! You've truly given birth to a genius!"

Wei Chenggong proudly declared, "That's right! My Wei family has good genes!"

"Is there a second child?"

"Huh? What second son?"

"No?" the fan said regretfully. "Why didn't they have more sons! What a pity!"

(End of this chapter)