Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 2 A Different Beginning

Wei Lai stood on the sidelines, waiting to go on the field.

His expression was somewhat dazed.

One second I was drinking and sleeping soundly in my rented room, and the next second I suddenly found myself here.

If I'm not mistaken, this is my former youth training base.

Located in Ziyi City, Jiaozhou, Shandong Province, the Willy Football School is a long-established youth training base in China, having cultivated a series of Chinese Super League players and even national team players.

The most famous of them is He Chaoyue, China's number one genius.
Forehead.
Do not!
Wei Lai turned his head and looked at it. If that's the case, that's a story for another time.

Have I gone back to the way I was before?
If my memory serves me right, this match should have been an upgrade test after I joined the youth training program.

Willy Football School is a nationally renowned youth training base with a total of eight teams, covering all age groups from U10 to U18.

Wei Lai is currently in the U15-C team!

There are three teams in the U15 category, corresponding to teams A, B, and C respectively. Promotion and relegation tests are conducted at the end of each year.

Class A vs. Class B, Class B vs. Class C.

There are three promotion and relegation spots. If you play well, you get promoted; if you play poorly, you get relegated!

Wei Lai was deeply impressed by this match because after it, there were no promotion or relegation spots for Division C, and they were completely outmatched by Division B.

The reason is simple: a ruthless person emerged from Class B.

Right winger - Guo Fan!

With its high speed, explosive power, and accurate shooting, it frequently poses a threat on the flanks.

Wei Lai remembered very clearly that this guy had entered the top-tier team and would have been on the same team as He Chaoyue in international competitions in the future!

It was because of this guy that Class C was massacred.

Old Chen, the head coach of the U15 team, was so angry that he shouted that he would disband the third-tier team. If it weren't for the football school principal's intervention, they probably would have been kicked out.

Chen Guoqiang, a stubborn old man who believes in the power of talent above all else.

At the time, Wei Lai and his group criticized the old man quite a bit, but it has to be said that the old man had a sharp eye and cultivated three golden generation starters.

"Get ready to go on stage!"

Old Chen kicked Wei Lai in the butt, and the player who replaced him hung his head, his predicament obvious.

"Useless! What kind of play is this? I told you to mark Guo Fan, and you're marking his backside!" Old Chen started cursing.

The player said, feeling wronged, "Coach, I can't keep up!"

"Can't keep up?" Old Chen glared and kicked the other man in the butt. "Can't keep up and don't know how to position yourself? Can't keep up and don't know how to stay close? Can't keep up and still keep your distance from Guo Fan? You're a lousy idiot, and you're not smart either. Go home, I can't teach a moron like you!"

The young player was so scolded that he cried, and the others were so frightened that they fell silent.

"What are you looking at?" Old Chen roared at the field, "If you don't want to play, get off the field!"

The young players immediately turned their heads.

Wei Lai also walked onto the court step by step, although he was somewhat unsure of his condition.

But let's finish the game first!
He couldn't tell if it was a dream or not.

Even if it's just a dream, he wants to play this game well and fulfill his dream!
Wei Lai came to his position and stood still.

His teammates looked left and right.

"Wei Lai! What are you doing?"

His teammate next to him spoke up, "This guy's name is Cheng Haoran."

Wei Lai blinked: "Let's play football!"

Cheng Haoran grinned: "When are you going to play midfield? Full-back!"

Wei Lai was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was playing as a full-back and had not yet changed his position to play as a man-marking midfielder.

"oh oh!"

Wei Lai quickly ran to the empty left flank.

On the sidelines, Old Man Chen covered his face and shook his head, saying, "So stupid, it's like a fortune teller's!"

Standing at the full-back position, Wei Lai suddenly realized something.

Left side back?
Lao Tzu is facing Guo Fan!

He finally recalled the scene where Guo Fan had completely dominated him.

That's why the guy in front suddenly left the field; it turns out he was stunned by Guo Fan's kick.

Wei Lai turned to look at the scoreboard.

Team C 0:2 Team B!

Guo Fan scored two goals, and according to memory, he achieved a five-goal haul in this match, which marked the beginning of the massacre.

There was simply no one on the flanks who could contain Guo Fan.

but
Wei Lai licked his lips.

He knew some of Guo Fan's minor flaws, which he might be able to exploit!
Old Chen had no interest in watching the game; it was just a bunch of weaklings fighting each other. Only Guo Fan seemed decent; the rest were all incredibly stupid. Old Chen had high standards; in the entire youth training program, He Chaoyue was the only one he thought highly of.

The others aren't worth developing!
As for Guo Fan, with some practice he could play in the Chinese Super League, but don't even think about going any higher.

The competition has resumed.

The U15-League B team immediately passed the ball to Guo Fan, as he is the team's attacking core.

They rely on Guo Fan to play football!
At the same time, Guo Fan also dribbled the ball forward along the sideline.

Generally, the entire defensive line will retreat, reducing the defensive area to avoid being exploited by open attacks.

But one figure didn't retreat; instead, he advanced!

"Wei Lai! What are you doing!"

Cheng Haoran shouted, telling Wei to come back and defend.

But Wei Lai did not respond. Instead, he pointed to the position behind him, indicating that Cheng Haoran should fill in.

At the same time, Wei Lai turned to the side, giving up his position on the wing, and stared intently into Guo Fan's eyes.

"Not bad defensive stance," Old Chen nodded, then curled his lip: "But he's an idiot, defending by staring at the face!"

Guo Fan's strengths lie in speed and explosiveness. He deliberately vacates the side lane. Once he gets going, can you keep up?

As expected, Guo Fan saw the opening and immediately started the engine.

Old Chen could imagine that Wei Lai would be just like the previous idiot, focusing on defending Guo Fan's backside.

"That idiot!"

boom!
The ball flew out of bounds and hit Old Chen's leg.

Old Chen held a teacup in one hand and blinked his eyes.

He tilted his head.
???

"Retreat!" Wei Lai roared, turning around. "Leave Guo Fan to me! You guys keep to your positions!"

Guo Fan was so angry his nose almost twisted out of shape.

What's there to be so smug about, it was just a lucky steal?

"Give me!"

Guo Fan urged his teammates to serve quickly; he wanted to crush Wei Lai.

The ball was served, and Guo Fan raised his leg to catch it.

Just then, he felt a sudden push from behind, his feet became unsteady, and the ball, without stopping properly, flew directly out of bounds.

Guo Fan: "."

Teammate: "I threw it at my feet, it's not my fault!"

Before the two could speak, Wei Lai swiftly picked up the ball and threw it forward.

"Fight back!!"

Team C launched a quick counter-attack, but when they crossed the ball, their center forward failed to capitalize on the opportunity and headed it wide.

Team B attacked again, and the ball was passed to Guo Fan once more.

After being interrupted twice in a row, Guo Fan was a little embarrassed.

He immediately started, taking long strides and sprinting forward.

Just as he was chasing the ball, Wei Lai appeared from the side, shifted his hips and shoulder, and suddenly rammed into him.

boom! !

Guo Fan couldn't withstand the pressure and fell directly out of bounds.

"foul!"

Guo Fan rolled twice on the ground and immediately raised his hand.

Before the referee could speak, Old Chen yelled, "What foul? You dribbled the ball so far, and someone knocked you down and took possession. What's the problem?"

"I"

"What do you mean 'I'! If you can kick, then kick; if you can't, then get down!"

Guo Fan stood up reluctantly, glaring hatefully at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai retorted without backing down, "If you want to overpower me with speed, then make sure you can get past me, or I'll knock you flying!"

Guo Fan was displeased, but seeing Wei Lai's height of 175 centimeters and his muscular build, he ultimately decided to follow his heart.

Guo Fan immediately shifted his gaze. In the previous confrontation, he could tell that he couldn't overpower Wei Lai.

Similarly, he couldn't beat Wei Lai either!

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