Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 229 Perhaps this is what genius is all about!

"Felix has scored seven goals in the last eight matches!"

"Wei Lai has provided four assists in the six matches he has played, including three direct assists for Felix!"

Peschan looked up at the pitch, exhaled, and said, "Wei really activated Felix, this super striker!"

Mr. Morton's smile deepened.

He loves that sense of surprise!

In fact, the decision to buy Felix was made by the club, and he was not involved in it.

He never considered including Felix in his tactical plan.

But it’s different now!

A former super striker in his prime, he doesn't even need to return to his peak form. Just 6-7% of his former level is enough for him to tear apart the defense of any Dutch Eredivisie team.

Are the Germans still interested in Kenny?

Morton turned and asked.

Peschan nodded; "We're still in contact."

Morton: "Tell the club that Kenny is out of the starting lineup next season so they can get a good price for him!"

Next season, Morton will promote Wei to the starting lineup, which will inevitably create a vacancy.

And for this position, he intends to get rid of Kenny Taylor.

In fact, Morton had disliked him for a long time. He was a womanizer and always creating scandals. If the squad didn't need a player like him, Morton wouldn't have tolerated him.

But now, they don't need it anymore!

Morton looked at Wei Lai, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

He has a better option.

China, the capital, the national youth training base.

In the latest round of national youth team selection, Xue Guohao has brought in four veteran players: Yang Fan, Qian Xi, Pei Le, and Kang Jianbin.

As for players who played abroad, Wei Lai, He Chaoyue, Xiang Ming, and Chen Shaojie were not selected.

Xue Guohao expressed his stance, stating that he did not want these insignificant matches to put pressure on the players who were competing in Europe.

If it's a crucial match, we might consider recalling them, but for friendly matches or playoffs, there's absolutely no need.

In fact, there are reports from the national team that they plan to call up Wei Lai.

Upon hearing this news, Xue Guohao immediately released it.

We don't even recruit our national youth team members, yet we let them go to train. How can you be so shameless?
As soon as this news was released, the national team indeed dropped the matter.

However, there are some criticisms of Xue Guohao's actions.

But Xue Guohao didn't care about any of that; he had a strong ability to withstand pressure!

"hiss!"

Inside the dormitory, Yang Fan watched Wei Lai's performance in the Dutch Eredivisie and couldn't help but gasp.

"This handling, this decision-making, this escape in six months—Old Wei feels like he's completely changed!"

Yang Fan looked up: "Is European football really that good? I feel like Old Wei could beat us up right now!"

Neither Qianxi nor Pei Le said a word.

Watching the game, their hearts were heavy.

Sometimes, before they even realized it, Wei Lai had already made a decision.

Moreover, they are looking down from above, which would increase the pressure exponentially if it were on a flat surface.

As Yang Fan said, Wei Laizhen now could easily defeat all of them.

"The speed of progress is terrifying!"

Pei Le grinned.

Yang Fan sighed; "Old He has secured his starting position, and Xiang Ming is getting playing time again. Although Old Chen only played one game, he had an assist!"

Millennium sighed, looking up; "These guys are stressful!"

boom!
The dormitory door opened, and a guy with a buzz cut, dark skin, wearing a hoodie and trousers that were almost hanging down to his crotch, exposing half of his buttocks, walked in carrying a suitcase.

Yang Fan, Qianxi, and the others stared blankly over.

"What the hell?"

"This is."

"Guo Fan?"

Guo Fan laughed heartily and opened his arms wide; "Brothers! I'm back!"

Guo Fan munched on the spicy strips, one pack wasn't enough, he had to stuff another one in.

"Spicy strips smell so good!"

Yang Fan stared intently at Guo Fan.

Compared to two years ago, this guy has become much stronger, and his height has increased to about 180 centimeters.

"You rascal, you ran off to Brazil without a word, and now you're running back without a word, are you a ghost?!" Yang Fan complained.

Guo Fan looked at Yang Fan: "I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Yang Fan glared at him: "Didn't you get beaten up over there?"

Guo Fan shrank back; he was still somewhat afraid of Yang Fan.

Qianxi waved her hand, interrupting Yang Fan, and asked Guo Fan, "How's it going over there?"

Guo Fan: "It's alright. I played for the reserve team in the second-tier league. The pace was fast, but the overall quality wasn't high, and there were always fights!"

Millennium; "I heard the Brazilian league is pretty chaotic!"

"It's a complete mess!" Guo Fan grinned. "They're fighting on the field, fighting off the field, and they might even have to fight after the game ends. If I played like I used to, my leg would definitely be broken in a few games."

"So ruthless?" Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise.

Guo Fan: "There are even more ruthless ones, but I won't go into details."

Yang Fan looked at Guo Fan and asked, "How's your technique training going?"

Guo Fan smiled confidently, patted his bottom, and stood up: "Where do I live?"

Millennium pointed to the upper bunk near the door; "That one!"

The following day, at the national youth training base.

The team members are warming up.

The national talent pool can be broadly divided into four categories.

China National Football Team (Senior Team)

The Chinese National Olympic Team is also known as the National Olympic Team or the National Youth U23 Team (players under the age of 23).

The Chinese national youth team, also known as the U20 national youth team (players under the age of 20).

The Chinese National Youth Team, also known as the National Youth Team (players under 17 years old).

Currently, Xue Guohao is in charge of this U20 national youth team.

In fact, the Football Association appointed him as the head coach of the U23 national youth team, but he did not go.

Xue Guohao's reasoning was that progress should be made step by step, rather than skipping levels.

Among domestic head coaches, Xue Guohao is a pragmatic coach with a proven track record of success.

That U17 World Cup title alone is enough for him to hold his head high.

"We're all old acquaintances, so I won't introduce myself!"

Xue Guohao looked at the players in front of him. Most of them were players who had advanced to the national youth team in 07/08/09. These were all players he had coached.

"Our current goal is to prepare for the 2029 Asian Youth Championship, two years from now. Everyone needs to be on high alert."

After saying that, he looked at a burly young man and said, "Xiao Gong, you lead them in a short training session, and the competition will begin in half an hour!"

Gong Jin, 18 years old, is also the captain of this U20 national youth team.

While everyone was training, Xue Guohao and Liu Guowei got together.

"You really don't plan to recruit those who studied abroad?"

Liu Guowei was still somewhat worried.

What if we fail to qualify?
Without those few, I always feel uneasy!

"Have some ambition! You even called them over for the qualifiers. Do you expect to call them for every game from now on?" Xue Guohao looked towards the court. "Besides, didn't I already call one?"

Liu Guowei also turned his head; "You mean Guo Fan?"

Xue Guohao nodded; "I've watched his match videos. This kid has improved a lot in the past two years. He has made up for many of his technical deficiencies, and he also has extremely fast speed and explosive power. His ball control is also quite good."

Guo Fan's absolute speed is unmatched by He Chaoyue and Yang Fan.

Initially, we were lacking in technology, but we've made up for that now and have achieved combat capability.

Therefore, taking advantage of this opportunity, he called Guo Fan over to give it a try.

"The season in Europe is about to end, should we call a few more back?" Liu Guowei asked.

Xue Guohao said irritably, "Why are you always thinking about those few? I'll definitely call them if they need to. Let them continue training for now. Besides, those few aren't going back to China for the holidays, so let's not cause them any trouble."

"Sigh!" Liu Guowei sighed; "Alright then!"

"Come on! Group warm-up matches!"

The field was divided into two groups.

Yang Fan, wearing a red vest, stood on one side, while Guo Fan, wearing a blue vest, stood on the other side.

These two are opposing characters.

Guo Fan kept jumping to adjust his state, while Yang Fan squinted his eyes.

He didn't know how much Guo Fan had grown.

But he could suppress Guo Fan before, and he certainly can this time too.

"kick off!"

boom!
After the kickoff, the two sides immediately got tangled up.

Guo Fan ran all the way to the sideline, almost stepping on the white line to pull himself along.

After the ball advanced, he retreated slightly.

boom!
Guo Fan passed the ball back, and when he turned around, Yang Fan had already rushed up behind him.

Tsk!
Yang Fan clicked his tongue in annoyance; this guy wasn't as reckless as before.

A few minutes later, Guo Fan received the ball again.

This time, Yang Fan failed to get close in time, and Guo Fan calmly turned around.

Watching Yang Fan running towards him, Guo Fan lowered his center of gravity, placed his right foot behind him, and gently tested the ground with his front foot.

"Hesitation step?"

Millennium and others waiting on the sidelines to go on stage raised their eyebrows slightly.

Yang Fan stared intently at Guo Fan, when suddenly he saw Guo Fan shrug his shoulders inward.

"Want to cut inside?"

Yang Fan took a step forward.

But the next second, Guo Fan shot forward like a bullet. "Holy crap!—"

Yang Fan shouted.

I couldn't keep up!
What the hell is this explosion?!
By the time he turned around, Guo Fan had already swung his right foot.

"Block it!"

boom!
Guo Fan kicked the ball away.

The ball flew high over the crossbar and almost flew over the guardrail.

"what!--"

Guo Fan scratched his head angrily, slapping his right foot repeatedly.

"Stinky feet! Stinky feet! I'll teach you to be stinky! Stinky!"

Yang Fan grinned, thankfully his mother had knocked him away.

On the sidelines, Qianxi stared blankly at Guo Fan.

"Yang Fan didn't keep up on the first attempt!"

Pei Le exclaimed in astonishment, "That explosive power... it's almost on par with Hunter Danny, isn't it?"

Qianxi nodded. Yang Fan had clearly anticipated this, but he still couldn't keep up with Guo Fan, which showed how troublesome this guy's explosive power and speed were.

After thinking for a moment, he grinned and said, "His shooting is still terrible!"

"Guo Fan?"

Looking at Guo Fan in the video on his phone, Wei Lai couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "You made it into the national youth team?"

Guo Fan chuckled and said, "I promised you, I'll come back and help you when the national youth team comes up!"

"roll!"

Wei Lai laughed and cursed.

Yang Fan muttered curses from the side, "This guy went to Brazil, didn't practice his technique, he went to practice sprinting, and his speed and explosiveness are exactly the same as Hunter Danny's!"

"Isn't that amazing?" Guo Fan turned his head.

Yang Fan: "What a load of bull! Your shooting is still just as terrible!"

Wei Lai smiled and said, "Take your time!"

Guo Fan looked at Wei Lai: "What are you doing? It looks like we're outdoors?"

"reunion!"

After saying that, Wei Lai turned the camera around and circled it.

Felix, Hendrick, Reyessa, Conrad Lehmann, and others all appeared in the photo.

After the camera was switched back on, there was complete silence on the other end.

"Is that Felix?" Millennium stared at Wei Lai, her face full of excitement.

Wei Lai nodded: "Yes! Should we say hello?"

"No, no, no!"

Millennium immediately waved his hand: "I'm not ready yet!"

Wei Lai laughed and said, "Virtue!"

Yang Fan grinned; "And the former captain of Manchester City? My god, it feels like we're not even playing the same kind of football anymore."

Pei Le: "How are you doing? Are you adjusting well over there?"

Wei Lai nodded; "I'm adapting fairly well. There are still two rounds left before the season ends."

"Keep it up, I think you're playing very well."

Wei Lai nodded and smiled, "You guys keep up the good work, I won't chat any longer."

"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing!"

After the video call ended, the national youth team dormitory suddenly fell silent.

Yang Fan grinned: "I shouldn't have video-called him, he's always getting a damn blow!"

Inside Felix's villa in the Netherlands.

After Wei Lai hung up the phone, Felix asked, "The holiday is coming up soon, what are you going to do during the holiday?"

Wei Lai put away the phone: "I plan to stay at the club for training."

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances.

Hendrick looked at Wei Lai; "You should rest when it's time to rest!"

Hendrick was getting a little irritated. He was 32 years old. Couldn't he relax a bit?
Wei Lai smiled but didn't say anything.

Sporting Amsterdam is poised for takeoff next season, and Wei Lai must be prepared.

In the 2027/2028 season, Atlético Amsterdam will regain its former dominance in the Eredivisie with a brand new look.

In the 2028/2029 season, the youth storm, which has been dormant for nine years, will once again sweep across the European continent.

These two seasons are crucial, and Wei Lai must ensure his combat effectiveness at all times, the stronger the better.

He wants to ride this wave and pry open the door to the top five European leagues!
Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina.

Boca Juniors Football Club.

A curly-haired boy stuffed the ball into his bag, looked around, and then turned to leave.

Hey! Ruma!

The gatekeeper waved to the boy and said, "Have a safe journey!"

Diego Ruma nodded: "I will succeed!"

Diego Ruma came from an ordinary family; his father was a blacksmith and his mother was a weaver.

He also has a younger brother who is 9 years younger than him.

The family of four had been living in a cramped house until Diego Ruma's football talent became apparent, leading to a professional contract and a relatively generous salary. Only then did their family finances improve slightly.

Now, Diego Ruma is heading to the European continent to earn even more money.

At home, the father was packing his luggage; he would accompany Diego Ruma to the Netherlands.

Because the salary at Amsterdam Arena wasn't high enough, he couldn't bring his parents over, so he had to work hard on his own.

But he believed he could definitely make it.

"Just like that Chinese man!"

Diego Ruma narrowed his eyes slightly.

They were both selected by Van Nestor during the same period and went to play for Atlético Amsterdam.

Diego Ruma was quite curious about this teammate he had never met before.

It wasn't just that they defeated Ronaldo's Brazil team in the U17 World Cup.

At the same time, there's his amazing speed that allows him to seamlessly integrate into Amsterdam's sporting events.

He had only arrived half a season earlier than him, but after watching the games, he understood that this Chinese player had completely integrated into the team.

pat!

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and Diego Ruma turned to look, only to find Van Nestor smiling at him.

"How's your English learning going?" Van Nestlé asked in Spanish.

Spanish is the most widely spoken language in Argentina.

Spanish and Dutch do not belong to the same language family and have significant differences.

Although Atlético Amsterdam is a Dutch football club, English is used more frequently due to its personnel composition.

For example, key players in the team such as Felix, Hendrick, and Konrad Lehmann all communicate in English, as does Wei Lai.

“We can barely communicate now!” Diego Ruma said.

Van Nestor nodded; "When you get there, get along well with your teammates, especially Wei, you must handle your relationship well."

"I see!"

Diego Ruma, who has also played professionally, knows that as a striker, it is essential to maintain a good relationship with the player who controls the ball in the team.

According to Van Nestor, next season at Atlético Amsterdam, ball possession will be divided into two parts, with Wei Lai and Hendrick primarily responsible for controlling those parts.

Therefore, he not only needs to perform well, but also needs to maintain good relationships with these two people.

Only in this way can he obtain stable playing time and performance at the Amsterdam Arena.

clap clap clap!

At that moment, a little boy ran barefoot toward Diego Ruma.

Diego Ruma possessed him and picked him up.

"Brother, are you going to Europe to make a lot of money?"

The little guy asked, looking confused.

Diego Ruma nodded with a smile; "Brother is going to Europe to make a lot of money. When that happens, our whole family will live in a big estate, okay?"

"A large estate like Uncle Meheny's?"

Mehni, Diego Ruuma's teammate at Boca Juniors, is also a retired player who has made significant contributions to Europe.

He has a large estate here.

Diego Ruma laughed; "Bigger than that!"

The little guy immediately clapped his hands happily.

"Great! Brother is the best! I want to live in a big manor!"

Van Nestor looked at the two brothers and sighed inwardly.

European football is not an easy sport; many talented players have fallen by the wayside.

Despite Diego Ruma's exceptional talent, in Europe, a genius who doesn't reach his full potential isn't a true genius.

At the very least, he has now widened the gap between himself and Wei Lai.

Diego Ruma's goal is to integrate into the team.

Wei Lai's goal has now become securing a starting position and aiming for a spot in one of the top five European leagues.

As for what the future holds, that depends on how they perform in the future.

For Diego Ruma, they need to adapt to the environment and system of Sporting Amsterdam, a process that may take a season.

Thinking about it this way, Wei Lai, who secured his position in the system and even gained a tactical status in just half a season, is simply a monster!

He had never seen anyone grow up so fast!

The pace and intensity of the Chinese Super League are not high, so Wei Lai's progress can be clearly explained.

However, in the Dutch Eredivisie, Wei Lai's rate of progress and growth increased rather than decreased.

It blends in so smoothly without any awkwardness, which is the most amazing thing.

"Perhaps this is what genius is all about!"

Diego Ruma, standing nearby, smiled and said to his younger brother, "Look! The scout said my brother is a genius, I can definitely do it too!"

Van Nestor: "."

(End of this chapter)