Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 3 Changing the Future
"Wow, Wei Lai is awesome!"

"Good defense!"

"Keep going! Guo Fan is in your hands now!"

"Fuck them!"

Wei Lai's three consecutive brilliant one-on-one defenses immediately boosted the morale of Team C.

Their only headache is Guo Fan!
If they can shut Guo Fan down, they will have a chance to fight back and even turn the score around.

Wei Lai also clenched his fist tightly.

Guo Fan has a little habit when he starts his game: he subconsciously looks down at the ball.

Wei Lai knew he was about to make a move whenever this guy lowered his head.

During the acceleration phase, just ram into him and give him a hard hit.

If the defender doesn't instill fear in the opponent, it's difficult to play a good defensive role.

Wei Lai's move was a warning: if you dare to use speed to overpower others, be prepared to be fouled or even brought down.

Sure enough, after these three confrontations, Guo Fan dared not launch a rash attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Team C launched several good attacks and counterattacks, but their overall strength was still weaker than Team B.

Especially after the flanks became ineffective, the second team's midfield began to take control of the situation.

This change made it even more difficult for them to play.

"No rush! No rush! Let's take it slow!"

The midfielder on Team B's side raised his index finger and loudly gave instructions.

Guo Fan also joined in, began to integrate into the team, and stopped working alone.

Wei Lai pursed his lips; this situation was still quite a headache.

Soon, Team B took control of the midfield, passing the ball around while looking for opportunities.

At the same time, Guo Fan was also standing in the rib area, ready to make a move.

Wei Lai knew very well that if his team's positioning was off, Guo Fan could immediately slip in with his speed, and at the same time, the opponent's pass would arrive in response.

While patiently shifting his position, Guo Fan noticed that Cheng Haoran was standing closer to the left.

He immediately moved forward a few steps, taking up a dangerous position.

Sure enough, the second-team player on the wing immediately crossed the ball.

"Pretty!"

Guo Fan's eyes lit up. He had been hiding a secret; he could even perform a volley shot.

Seeing the ball about to drop, Guo Fan adjusted himself with small, quick steps.

Just then, I heard loud footsteps beside me.

"Give it to me!"

A figure suddenly flashed past, and Wei Lai rushed out with a flying kick, kicking the ball out ahead of time.

"climb!!!--"

Guo Fan froze completely.

That kick to the leg was no joke.

"Big brother! Do you really need to do this? Are you trying to kill me?" Guo Fan turned his head and exclaimed in horror.

Wei Lai: "You stopped because you couldn't grab it. If your judgment were accurate enough, I would have been the one stopping!"

Guo Fan grinned; "You're not going to back down at all, you clearly want to kill me!"

"Hehe!" Wei Lai chuckled, his face suddenly turning ferocious; "I really do want to kill you!"

You bastard, you turned my life into a telephone pole back then!

Guo Fan: "."

However, Wei Lai was also given a verbal warning, after all, he raised his leg too high.

"Excellent positioning awareness, strong defensive will, and tough defensive style." Old Chen changed his previous angry look and kept taking notes in a small notebook.

He looked up and wrote another sentence: "Excellent judgment of the landing point!"

Snapped!
As he closed the notebook, Old Man Chen suddenly stood up and called a halt to the match.

Everyone turned to look, and Old Man Chen suddenly pointed at Wei Lai and said, "That number 3, that's right, it's you! You go play defensive midfield, and that number 8 goes play full-back!"

Cheng Haoran pointed to himself; "Huh? I'm going to play as a full-back?"

Old Chen's face darkened: "If you don't want to kick me off, then get off!"

Cheng Haoran didn't dare to say 'no,' so he could only run sadly to the side road.

"Number 3, I'm giving you two tasks now!"

Old Chen raised his index finger: "First: the midfield area, fight for the first ball!"

"Second: Keep a close watch on Guo Fan! Can you do that?"

Wei Lai looked somewhat dazed; he had no memory of such a scene.

Wei Lai's spirits lifted, and he shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Yes!"

Wei Lai was excited; he felt he had changed something. Guo Fan was upset; why was he being stared at?

He glanced at Wei Lai, but still let this 'butcher' keep an eye on me!
Man-marking midfield!

Although Wei Lai's professional career was short, he was the one who played this position best.

They do the dirty and tiring work.

He knew all too well how to complete the task.

Interference, pushing and pulling, suppression, driving away.
Wei Lai stayed close to Guo Fan, continuously putting pressure on him.

Wherever Guo Fan ran, Wei Lai followed.

This completely stifled the opponent's core strength.

"Big brother, please stop following me, okay?" Guo Fan was almost in tears.

But he dared not exert too much force.

Today is the day for the promotion and demotion of Class C.

Tomorrow is the promotion/relegation day for League B!

He needs to play for a top-tier team; that's when he'll truly shine.

Wei Lai: "Then retreat! If you retreat halfway, I'm not following you anymore!"

Guo Fan pursed his lips; "Then I'm going to sprint!"

Wei Lai narrowed his eyes: "Bring it on!"

Guo Fan twisted his body repeatedly, making feints to break free and creating an opening.

"Pass it here!"

As soon as the ball reached Guo Fan's feet, Wei Lai immediately closed in.

"Oh shit!"

Guo Fan immediately kicked the ball sideways and ran towards the side lane, with Wei Lai following closely behind.

A teammate made a long diagonal pass, and Guo Fan immediately started his run, quickly sprinting towards the landing point.

Wei Lai naturally couldn't keep up with Guo Fan's start and speed.

Wei Lai pointed at Cheng Haoran and said, "Interfere with him!"

Cheng Haoran immediately moved closer to interfere.

At the same time, Wei Lai looked up to judge where the ball would land and suddenly jumped first.

boom!
He headed the ball against Guo Fan's back, and it bounced out of bounds.

"Smart!" Old Chen raised an eyebrow slightly.

boom! boom! boom!
Wherever Guo Fan went, Wei Lai followed.

The two engaged in a battle of wits in every corner of the arena.

Guo Fan wanted to get rid of Wei Lai.

But Wei Lai is like a stubborn plaster, impossible to shake off.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

Guo Fan, supporting himself on his knees, gasped for breath.

Who knows how badly we ended up playing against a third-tier team?

He looked at Wei Lai.

"Dude, tell me the truth, are you from U16, here specifically to mess with me?"

Wei Lai: "I'm 15! Besides, who are you to judge? Even if you come down from U16, you're still no match for Chaoyue!"

Guo Fan: You son of a bitch!

Wei Lai was also breathing heavily.

He is not yet a 'physical idiot' or a 'workaholic'.

Around the age of 16, his physical fitness and endurance began to improve significantly through continuous and diligent training.

At this moment, Guo Fan's teammates from Team B passed the ball to him.

Guo Fan was shocked; "Don't give it to him!"

It was too late; Wei Lai had already squeezed in from the side.

Using his physical advantage, he managed to squeeze Guo Fan behind him and steal the ball.

Meanwhile, Wei Lai held off the struggling Guo Fan while waiting for a moment.

In that brief moment, he spotted his own center forward moving laterally through the gaps in the opposite crowd.

boom!
Wei Lai passed the ball with his foot, sending it directly along the central axis to the center forward.

The center forward passed the ball to the wing, and the right winger quickly went down the flank and made a cutback pass, which the midfielder immediately followed up with a shot.

Swish!
The ball goes into the net!

Team C 1:2 Team B!

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