Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 256 The Chasers
Snap! Snap! Snap!

The treadmill belt turned, accompanied by Pei Le's large strides as he ran, each step firmly landing on it, accompanied by heavy breathing, creating a dull hum.

Sweat streamed down his face and body, being flung out with each swing of his arms.

Beep!
The whistle blew, and Pei Le stopped running.

He picked up the towel hanging on the armrest, wiped his sweat, and turned to ask, "Uncle Guo?"

Guo Tongsheng, wearing Madu Zhenxiang's coaching uniform, nodded and said, "You've met the standard!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Le's face lit up with a bright smile.

Pei Le currently holds a certain tactical position in Madu Zhenxiang's lineup. Although he cannot be considered an absolute starter, he is already an outstanding player at the age of 17.

Stepping from school football into the professional arena is a huge leap.

Perhaps because he was on his hometown team, everyone took good care of him, and the fans liked him a lot, which made it easy for Pei Le to integrate into the team.

However, there are many things he needs to make up for, such as physical fitness, strength, and tactical understanding.

Since the U17 World Cup ended, Pei Le's life has been almost entirely confined to a routine of going between two points.

Competition and training!

They will either appear at Madu Zhenxiang's home stadium or at the club's training ground.

This is also the daily routine for most professional players; apart from matches, most of their time is spent in monotonous training that can make them want to vomit.

"I have a strength training session this afternoon, so I'll watch the competition video while I'm having lunch!"

Pei Le muttered something.

Not only do you need to train, but you also need to watch match videos, which can help you better understand the problems in the match.

Guo Tongsheng looked up at Pei Le.

"Take it easy, it's like someone's chasing you."

This young man was the most hardworking in the entire club, which greatly increased Guo Tongsheng's workload in his career.

Of course, Guo Tongsheng was not averse to these things.

Perhaps it's because of his age, but he really enjoys seeing these young people train hard. Watching them train and sweat profusely makes him feel like he's returned to the days when he embraced his dreams.

Of course, for Guo Tongsheng now, his so-called dream is too far away.

He's currently just doing a job that's not too bad, earning money to support his family, so he doesn't have much motivation.

Only when he was with young people like Pei Le did he feel a restless feeling inside.

"I'm not chasing, I'm the one pursuing!"

Pei Le smiled.

Guo Tongsheng looked over.

"It's Wei Lai again?"

"Huh?" Pei Le nodded, asking curiously, "Why did you say 'again'?"

"For your batch, the amount of extra training at the club has been increased. Before, training was only in the afternoon, but now the strength and tactics classes have been moved to the morning, and the afternoon is dedicated to tactics training. The workload has increased significantly!"

Guo Tongsheng shook his head: "Right now, I can only have my wife pick up the kids, otherwise I won't be able to get to and from get off work on time!"

"Ah~~"

Pei Le scratched his head awkwardly; "Sorry!"

"Why are you apologizing!" Guo Tongsheng laughed. "Although the workload has increased, it's not that bad. After all, you're all training from the heart, which is different from just slacking off. It makes teaching easier for me."

After saying that, he patted Pei Le on the shoulder: "Go eat first, we can practice this afternoon after the training camp is over!"

"it is good!"

Pei Le nodded and went into the bathroom to start washing her body.

In the hazy mist of the bathroom, the streamlined contours of his muscles could be vaguely seen, a result of Pei Le's long-term training.

He gradually transformed from a student into the physique expected of a professional athlete.

Of course, only they know the hardships they endured!
Compared to school football, the training volume of real professional football is astonishingly large.

When Pei Le first joined the physical and strength training, he had to train to the point of vomiting, even vomiting bile, every time.

This also meant that he dared not eat any spicy food for a period of time before training, otherwise his throat and nose would burn.

For people from Sichuan, not eating any spicy food is like a death sentence, as they find food tasteless.

But he could only endure it!
Strength training made every muscle in his body scream in pain. At first, he couldn't even keep up with one set, and his movements were completely incorrect.

But that's all in the past now.

Although he is not the player with the best physical fitness or the greatest strength in the team so far, he has basically reached the standard value of a professional player.

Standing in front of the mirror, Pei Le wiped away the fog, revealing her face.

His wet hair clung to his scalp, and his eyes shone brightly.

After a moment, Pei Le suddenly looked in the mirror, grinned, and shouted:
"Pei! Goal!!"

He was imitating the tone of Dutch commentator Louis van Gaal, who shouted the same thing when Wei Lai scored in the previous match.

Wow!
The sound of the toilet flushing came from inside.

Pei Le froze completely.

The shower rooms are cubicles, but they all share the same entrance and exit.

Ronini turned out from the side and silently went to the sink to wash his hands, glancing at Pei Le as he did so.

Pei Le lowered her head slightly and remained silent.

So embarrassing!

After washing his hands, Ronaldinho shook off the water droplets and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Goal?"

Pei Le immediately turned her head: "Don't tell anyone, please!"

"Ha ha!"

Ronini couldn't help but burst into laughter, and he vigorously ruffled Pei Le's hair: "Very good!"

There was a hot pot restaurant next to the base, with steam rising and billowing.

Ronaldinho ate the meat with big bites, dipping it in the oil sauce.

Since transferring to Madu Zhenxiang, he has fallen in love with hot pot.

As hush money, Pei Le needs to treat everyone to a hot pot meal.

Ronini ate the meat heartily, while Pei Le still felt awkward.

"Once you've eaten this meal, you can't tell anyone else."

Without looking up, Ronaldinho gave a thumbs-up.

Ugh!
Pei Le sighed, took out his phone, and played a match from the Amsterdam Arena.

While eating hotpot, he looked down at the game video.

Besides training, he is also studying Wei Lai's playing style.

Without a doubt, for Pei Le or Chinese players in general, Wei Lai is definitely a role model at present.

Especially among midfielders, many youth academy players are imitating Wei Lai.

Some youth training institutions have even compiled some of Wei Lai's characteristics and incorporated them directly into their training.

Chinese coaches don't know how to integrate with European football, but Wei Lai's successful case is right there, so they don't need to rack their brains to figure it out; they can just copy it directly.

Pei Le was doing the same thing.

Ronini raised his head slightly to look at Pei Le, then looked back at his phone screen.

"Are you watching Wei's match videos?"

Ronaldinho suddenly spoke up.

Pei Le nodded without looking up: "I'm watching to see how he adapts to such a fast pace!"

Ronini stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, before saying, "Decision-making speed!"

Pei Le then looked up; "I make decisions pretty quickly too!"

Ronaldinho shook his head. "No offense intended, but the gap between you two has widened. Your so-called decision-making speed is about the next pass, but Wei is different. He sees more than just a passing lane, choosing the optimal solution from among them. The key is purposefulness. Wei's passes are very purposeful, which is related to his game thinking."

"In fact, I was also very surprised! When I first played against Jiaozhou Weili, Wei's game thinking had already caught up with mine. Although there were still some shortcomings in various aspects at that time, we could both think of the same point, which means that our game strategies were the same!"

"At first, I thought all of you were like that, but now it seems that he is the only one who is special!"

Pei Le pursed her lips, seemingly lost in thought.

Ronaldinho suddenly spoke up: "Do you want to play football in Europe?"

Pei Le immediately looked up; "Can I go?"

"Why not?" Ronini laughed. "If you don't even dare to think about it, let alone fight for it."

"What should I do?" Pei Le asked.

Ronini: "Specialized strengthening! I think you can't imitate Wei. Your positions are different, and your characteristics are different. Wei may take the B2B (all-rounder) route, but you prefer a single point. My advice to you is to focus on developing your offensive capabilities."

"In fact, your strengths lie in your broad vision and ability to seize fleeting opportunities, which is also the key to your penetrating passes. Focus on developing this ability and transform yourself into an attacking midfielder in the front. With this as the core, strengthen your dribbling, passing stability, and decision-making speed. This will be enough for you to play in European leagues. Of course, whether you can go to one of the top five leagues depends on your growth in Europe."

Pei Le: "An attacking midfielder?"

Ronini nodded: "Just a reminder, Wei's job right now is this: to develop the team's offensive capabilities."

Pei Le pursed her lips: "But I don't know what to do!"

Ronini raised an eyebrow; "Isn't there me?"

Before his failed transformation, Ronaldinho was one of the top attacking midfielders in Europe.

Ronini laughed and said, "I'll teach you exactly what to do, and this will cover your tuition."

He held his chopsticks and tapped the hot pot.

“One training session, one hot pot meal. Of course, we can't have this every time, so the rest will be owed.” Pei Le asked in surprise, “You're willing to teach me?”

"Why not?" Ronini shrugged, then lowered his head and continued eating.

In fact, when Ronini looked at Pei Le, it was as if he were looking at his former self.

Both are adept at seizing opportunities, both have excellent vision, both were physically weak in their early years, and both are full of spirituality!
Transformation is a risky move!

But it's unavoidable for professional players.

You can't rely on your youth forever; speed and explosiveness will decline over time. Therefore, the key is to find different playing styles at different ages.

Some succeeded, and they continued their journey on the European stage.

Ronaldinho failed, so he chose to leave.

There's nothing we can do about it, and we can't blame anyone else.

After all, it was my own choice!

There will always be regrets, but what can be done about it?
He Chaoyue had another conversation with Andrea in General Manager Dusan's office.

This was their third conversation, but they failed to reach an agreement each time.

"You don't need to be in such a hurry. You can play for several more seasons. You're only 17!"

Andrea spoke earnestly and patiently.

He Chaoyue has made up his mind that he will transfer to a team in the Spanish Second Division after this season ends. He will challenge for any playing time the team gives him.

He Chaoyue: "Yes! I'm already 17 years old. One of my teammates is the same age as me, but he has already become a starter in Amsterdam. He is even playing in the Europa League. I can't be lazy anymore."

"You didn't slack off! You worked very hard!" Andrea didn't know what to say.

Is He Chaoyue slacking off?

Bullshit!
He had never seen anyone work harder than He Chaoyue. He could be seen at every extra training session, and his attitude towards training and competition was top-notch.

Dr. Dusan was about to enjoy a better life, and he really didn't want to let He Chaoyue go.

"Can you not leave?"

Andrea said bitterly, "How about I give you a raise?

He Chaoyue looked up; "Do we have plans to compete in La Liga? Or, in your plans, do you have any ideas about European competition?"

Andrea fell silent.

For a team in the third tier of Spanish football, being promoted to the Segunda División is already a stroke of good fortune.

Making it to La Liga or European competition is virtually impossible.

These things were not in the club's plans.

But he also knew that without these things, they wouldn't have been able to keep He Chaoyue at all.

He Chaoyue slowly stood up and bowed to Andrea.

"Thank you for choosing me. This season, I will do my best to perform well, score more goals, and help the team win honors, but I may also leave here after this season!"

He Chaoyue straightened up and looked at Andrea; "I can't stop!"

Looking into the boy's determined eyes, Andrea knew she couldn't persuade him otherwise.

Squeak!

The sound of the door opening.

He Chaoyue walked out of the office.

He Feng stood right next to the doorway.

"Decided?"

He Feng looked at He Chaoyue and asked.

He Chaoyue nodded; "It's decided!"

"it is good!"

The father and son's conversation was brief, as if their relationship was strained.

In fact, it's just a matter of personality; the father and son have the same personality.

"Your mom is calling you home for dinner tonight!"

"I'll come over as soon as the training camp is over!"

Do you want me to pick you up?

"Need not!"

An internal match is underway at the training ground of Liège B team in Belgium.

The two teams are Liege's first team and reserve team.

On the reserve team's bench, the young players, wearing substitute vests, sat on the benches, watching the game while whispering among themselves.

"Xiang is improving so fast! I heard that this internal competition was specifically to assess him!"

“We only have two players on the left wing in our first team. Now that Marcheno is injured, the substitute will step up, but we are still short one person. We might have to move Xiang directly to the substitute position.”

"He's already had three trials, right? I thought this guy was finished, but I didn't expect the first team to still remember him."

"How could we be finished! If he's finished, we're all finished. He has the highest breakthrough rate in the B-level league!"

"This guy has been capable of playing for the first team for a long time, he just lacks the opportunity!"

A group of young people in their early twenties were chatting, their only focus being on the young man from the East wearing a red number 10 vest.

Xiang Ming held the ball on the wing. His body swayed from side to side, and he frequently stomped and pulled the ball with his feet. His movements were swift and his center of gravity shifted frequently.

Just as Liège's first-team full-back Barreja stretched out his foot, Xiang Ming stepped on the ball and pulled it back, barely dodging it, and then took another touch with his right foot.

He passed the ball past a defender and then completed the breakthrough.

"Pretty!"

The Liege B team players shouted and immediately pressed forward.

Xiang Ming charged into the penalty area, where center-back Dekan rushed over to block him.

He dared not get too close to Xiang Ming; getting too close to him in that position could be a foul or result in him being beaten.

Xiang Ming dribbled the ball vertically, continuing his breakthrough towards the penalty area, intending to use his speed to shake off his opponent.

However, Dekan was so experienced that he didn't give him the chance at all.

Xiang Ming stopped abruptly and restarted the engine.

Finally, some space was created. With his left foot on the ground, if he adjusted his position again, he would be too close to the goalkeeper and might be caught by him.

Xiang Ming gritted his teeth, suddenly twisted his waist and abdomen, opened his body to the side, tilted his whole body to the left, and at the same time, pushed his right foot hard behind his supporting foot.

Flower insert foot!
Oh my God!

The first team coaching staff all held their heads in astonishment.

The ball flew towards the far post, but unfortunately, the teammates lacked awareness and failed to keep up. They desperately stretched out their legs, but still couldn't catch up.

"Ah, what a pity!"

Xiang Ming scratched his head and sighed.

It's a pity it was used as a decorative element.

Such a brilliant assist wasted!

The Liège coach nodded in approval of Xiang Ming's performance and said slowly, "That's good. Let him report to the first team tomorrow!"

"mine!"

With shouts, the Catanzaro B team goalkeeper leaped into the air and punched the ball away.

The ball he hit flew into the open space inside and outside.

A black-haired boy wearing a number 18 jersey steadily stepped on the ball.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

His teammates were calling for the pass, but the boy didn't move an inch.

I heard hurried footsteps beside me, which suddenly turned into the sound of grass skiing a second later.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Chen Shaojie suddenly pulled the ball to avoid the sliding tackle, and at the same time turned to the other side, snatching the ball into a safe area.

"Paul! You have someone behind you!"

Paul, the teammate who had been calling for the pass, turned around and saw an opponent standing behind him, eyeing him menacingly.

Chen Shaojie immediately lunged to the left to receive the ball.

His movements weren't fast, and his speed wasn't fast either, but he was still able to keep the ball under his feet.

"That's right! Keep doing it!"

On the sidelines, the newly appointed Catanzaro B team coach, Witt, loudly encouraged his team.

"Chen!" Witt pointed to his eyes; "Open your eyes, control the rhythm, shift, shift, and shift again!"

The continuous escapes and shifts of position gradually wear down the opponent's resolve.

It was clear that the opponent's pressing intensity had loosened.

Head coach Witt was about to give a speech

It's time.

Just then, a powerful through ball pierced through the opponent's flat formation and found the center forward of Catanzaro B team.

Chen Shaojie's sharp, knife-like through ball helped the team transition from defense to attack.

"Pretty!"

Head coach Witt couldn't help but cheer again.

He is a very passionate person!
(End of this chapter)