Master Tutoring Class

Chapter 95 National Youth Team Training Camp (Please add to your favorites)

Wei Lai's training with the first team is still ongoing.

However, week after week, Zhang Zhenting showed no intention of sending Wei Lai back to the football academy.

During this time, Wei Lai also continuously honed his various skills and abilities.

At the same time, he is also working hard to adapt to the training and match rhythm of the first team.

Most importantly, Wei Lai listened very attentively to the tactical lessons. If he didn't understand something, he would directly ask Zhang Zhenting for help. If he still didn't understand, he would memorize the tactical running routes by rote.

At first, Zhang Zhenting couldn't understand why Wei Lai was so extremely obsessed with tactical positioning.

It wasn't until he saw Wei Lai pass the ball without looking up several times during a training match that he realized the guy had memorized his teammates' movement patterns.

Sometimes, he doesn't even need to look up; he knows how his teammates will run.

Of course, this method can also have errors and omissions.

For example, a teammate is lazy and doesn't run away!
Or the passing path might be blocked, etc.!

There's not much that can be done about the first one, but Wei needs to find a way to overcome the second one.

Wei Lai has not left the first team since September.

During this period, Zhao Xiaotang came twice, but was kicked out by Zhang Zhenting both times.

He didn't even get to see Wei Lai!
These days, Chang Chen-ting treats Wei Lai like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Especially seeing Wei Lai's continuous growth and the visible speed of his progress, I felt an immense sense of accomplishment.

Autumn has passed and winter has arrived; before we knew it, it was already November.

The weather is getting colder, and although it hasn't snowed yet, we already need to wear down jackets to keep warm.

Willie Club, equipment room.

Amidst the sounds of intense training, a figure was sweating profusely.

"One! Two! One! Two!"

"You can do it! Believe in yourself, break through it! Don't slow down your footwork, keep up with my beat!"

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

Assistant coach Lehmann, a Dutchman, was energetically drumming, constantly encouraging the boy in front of him to train his rapid footwork.

Amidst the rapid, rhythmic drumming, the boy, shirtless and wearing shorts, stood out.

Beneath his bronze skin, the contours of his muscles were clearly visible, with streamlined pectoral and abdominal muscles, and the bulging muscles in his thighs with each leg lift.

These muscles pulsate like springs with each movement.

The boy lowered his head and gritted his teeth, as if he were enduring great pain.

His hands swung rapidly, propelling his swift legs.

"Ten seconds left!!—"

Lyman spoke loudly.

The boy suddenly looked up and roared!

ah!!!!!--

With a roar, the frequency of his hands increased, and his legs touched the ground even faster.

"Okay! That's it!"

Lyman shouted.

The boy collapsed to the ground with a thud, panting heavily.

"How many more seconds?"

Lyman glanced down at the stopwatch and smiled slightly; "Three seconds fast!"

The boy grinned; "Less than five seconds!"

Lyman: "Don't worry, you can do it!"

The boy suddenly stood up; "What's the next group practicing?"

"core!"

"Do it!"

The boy turned and walked towards another section.

Inside the gym, the professional athletes from Willie watched in disbelief as the boy walked away.

"You're up already?"

"What the hell is this recovery ability? After this set of exhaustion, I'll need a long time to recover!"

"Is this the power of the theoretical upper limit of testosterone? To achieve this physique in just two months?"

"A good physique doesn't mean strong combat ability!"

"Bullshit! He knocked me flying in the last training match!" Wang Hao grinned as he watched Wei Lai's departing figure. "Doesn't he get tired? Doesn't he know how to use his legs?"

"He must be exhausted!" Zheng Tao sighed; "But whether he can lift his legs or not is another matter."

Xie Yuanneng murmured, "I suppose this is talent!"

Huff! Huff! Huff!

After core training and a few rounds of bench presses, Wei Lai finally stopped training.

He wiped the sweat off his body with a towel and turned to look in the mirror.

Wei Lai, looking in the mirror, appeared to have gained two sizes compared to two months ago.

In the past six months, he has grown quite a bit taller, and is currently around 179 centimeters tall.

My skin used to be dark, but now it's a healthier bronze color.

But these aren't the key points; what's crucial is that the bulging muscles exude explosive power.

"You can't add any more strength training. Continuing to do that might affect your development!"

Wei Lai nodded in agreement as he listened to Coach Lehmann's words.

He wants to grow taller, at least to 180 centimeters or more.

How are the results of your running posture training?

Wei Lai: "It's been changed. The speed has been greatly improved, and the 30-meter explosive sprint has met the standard."

Lyman said with satisfaction, "Very good!"

As his muscle mass increased, Wei Lai's explosive power also increased.

Strangely, Wei Lai's running speed did not change much.

Finally, Zhang Zhenting discovered that Wei Lai was dragging his legs while running, meaning he wasn't actually taking any strides.

He's not the type to have an extremely fast stride frequency; he's more of a long-stride sprinter.

To address this, Zhang Zhenting specifically sought out a track and field coach to correct Wei Lai's running posture.

Significant results have already been achieved.

This also greatly helped Wei Lai in tracking back during defensive coverage.

"Are you leaving soon?"

Lyman asked.

Wei Lai nodded; "Yes, the national youth team will be training in Guangdong Province in three days. I need to go back to the football academy first, and then set off with the other teammates!"

Lyman nodded: "The next time we meet will be after the New Year!"

Wei Lai smiled and said, "Coach Lehman, I'd like to wish you a Happy New Year in advance!"

Lyman laughed heartily; "Happy New Year!"

After washing off the sweat in the bathroom, Wei Lai turned around and went to Zhang Zhenting's office.

"Got to go?"

Chang Chen-ting didn't even look up, appearing extremely busy.

In November, as the end of the season drew closer, he naturally became even busier.

"Yes! The football school's car will be here to pick me up soon!"

Zhang Zhenting nodded; "Come here directly after the New Year. I've already spoken to the football school, and they won't keep you here."

Wei looked at Zhang Zhenting and nodded, saying, "Okay, thank you for your guidance over the past two months. I won't let you down!"

Chang Chen-ting slowly raised his head, a relieved smile on his face.

"Go! Do your best!"

Wei Lai turned and left.

He first went to the dormitory and did a simple cleaning, rolling up all the bedding and other items.

His entire collection consisted of just one suitcase.

Before leaving, Wei Lai turned his head to look at the dormitory, and his smile became even brighter.

When he returns, he'll probably be a professional player.

"Let's go!"

Wei Lai turned around and left with his suitcase.

After two months of intensive training, his progress has been remarkable, and he is now eager to prove himself in a competition.

He can't wait to get on the field!

(End of this chapter)