Master Tutoring Class.

Chapter 11 Is this the Europa League?

Manchester United?
Never heard of it!
He did know Manchester, the English city, and he knew about Manchester City League, or Manchester City League for short, a prestigious club.

But I've never heard of Manchester United!

Wei Lai's mind was in turmoil.

At this moment, the Yakult coach's voice rang out again.

"We've spent a month together, and now it's time for our graduation exams!"

"This is your graduation exam. I need to tell you that this match is a Europa League group stage game, and our opponent is Athletic Bilbao, a team from La Liga!"

Wei Lai's head was about to explode.

Europa League!
La Liga team!

Is this a game he's capable of playing?
This graduation exam is fucking insane!
"My goal for this test is one steal and one interception! That would be considered a successful graduation!" Coach Yakult said with a smile. "You wanted to know my name? Now I can tell you, my name is Carlos Enrique, Casemiro!"

When Wei Lai learned the Yakult coach's real name, he felt a strange change in his body.

My heartbeat became more steady and powerful!

The function of the lungs also seems to have become stronger.

At the same time, the muscles in all parts of the body seem to have been strengthened.

"This is..." Wei Lai stared at his body in astonishment.

Casemiro: "I told you I would reward you with one of my abilities, and that is my cardiopulmonary function!"

"Your powerful cardiopulmonary function can make you a perpetual motion machine on the court. Of course, your body can't handle it right now and you need continuous training to develop it. But your cardiopulmonary talent has already reached a new level. You are using my body now, so you don't need to worry about physical fitness."

At this point, Casemiro's voice tinged with laughter: "Good luck, my student! I believe you can graduate successfully!"

In a daze, Wei Lai felt as if he had been pushed.

"Hey! Carlos, it's time for us to go on stage!"

With that same round face, Wei Lai turned slightly to look at the opponent's name on the back of the jersey.

'MAGUIRE'!

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
Her heart was pounding, and no matter how Wei Lai tried to calm her down, he couldn't.

The intense shouts around him seemed to make the ground tremble, making Wei Lai feel numbness in his hands and feet.

Sending a complete novice who has never played a formal professional match directly to the top league—what kind of insane assessment is that!
However, the assessment items are relatively simple.

One steal, one interception!
"Keep your mindset and try to integrate into the team!" Coach Casemiro's voice rang in my ears again: "Here's a suggestion: observe more, pass the ball to the nearest teammate as soon as possible, and don't try to hold onto the ball!"

"what?"

Wei Lai was somewhat bewildered.

But before he could react, the match had already begun.

boom!
Manchester United kicked off first, and the ball instantly came to Wei Lai's feet.

Good weight!

The moment Wei Lai stopped the ball, he felt the force of the opponent's pass was so great that he almost lost control.

"Quick pass!"

"Hey!!--"

"Spread it!"

Wei Lai looked up in confusion. At that moment, a blue figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and with a light touch, it was snatched away from the ball at his feet.

"what are you doing?"

"What are you staring at!"

"Carlos! This is a match! Get into the game!"

Everyone was frantically retreating, and Wei Lai also turned and ran.

boom!
The ball was headed away by Maguire, who has a round face.

This guy rose up from the ground almost between the two burly men, like a demonic beast.

"That's fucking awesome!"

Wei Lai muttered to himself.

"Fight back!"

Manchester United quickly turned and launched an attack.

Wei Lai also turned and sprinted.

"Calm down, my student! You've overshot!"

Casemiro's voice came again, tinged with anxiety.

"Step back a bit! Don't panic, recall your previous training, and observe your surroundings!"

Wei Lai raised his head again.

Bang bang bang. Bang~~~~~
The ball flew back to his own half, and Wei Lai turned and sprinted wildly.

He couldn't fit in at all; he could only run blindly.

"Go! Run him over!"

Casemiro's voice rang out again.

Wei Lai looked up at number 10, held his breath, and rammed into him.

Swish! !

The opponent nimbly dodged, and Wei Lai stumbled, falling face-first to the ground.

Wei Lai wished he could bury his head in the ground; it was just too damn embarrassing.

Even in a simulated match, he still felt incredibly ashamed under such circumstances.

He was jumping around like a clown.

boom!
Wei Lai felt as if he had been hit on the head, and he raised his head in a daze.

The ball rolled smoothly to a teammate's feet, and a system notification sounded.

[Successfully intercepted once] Wei Lai: "."

"Reduce unnecessary running and remember your defensive zone!"

"That's right! Stand in your positions!"

Casemiro's voice kept ringing in Wei Lai's ears, reminding him time and time again.

Even so, Wei Lai still felt uncomfortable.

The pace is too fast!
Sometimes he couldn't even react before the ball had already passed him and been delivered to a position behind him.

"Don't be afraid of physical contact. You're using my body right now. Remember! In this game, you can beat anyone except our team's Maguire!"

Casemiro's voice kept ringing in my ears.

There were also complaints from teammates.

Despite it being a simulated competition, these emotions were clearly conveyed.

Wei Lai felt increasingly exhausted as he played, his breathing became erratic, his mind was foggy, and he felt completely out of it.

"Wei Lai!!—"

Casemiro roared, "Is that all you've got? If that's all, you'll never catch up with those guys!"

Wei Lai's body jolted violently, and his trembling heart calmed down in an instant.

He seemed to calm down instantly.

"What should I do, Coach?" Wei Lai's voice sounded much calmer.

"Very good!" Casemiro seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Recall the previous training sessions, don't let the opponent's rhythm distract you, slowly get a feel for the game!"

Wei Lai nodded vigorously.

He kept turning his head to observe; the ball was being passed very quickly, and the passing speed was also very fast.

To expect him to play football like this now is nothing short of a pipe dream.

But in this match, he has only one goal!
That's a steal!
How do you steal the ball?

The previous training already explained it very clearly.

"Expulsion!"

Wei Lai began to relentlessly close in on the opponent's possession of the ball.

He moved closer with his body and used his hands to interfere.

Pass the ball to the left!

Wei Lai kept repeating the mantra in his mind while using his body to exert pressure once again.

Sure enough, the opponent passed the ball over.

The next second, Wei Lai immediately turned to the side, shifting his weight to one side, assuming a stance ready to intercept at any moment.

This made the opposing players on the flanks hesitant to pass the ball indiscriminately.

Continue the oppression!

Seeing the opponent pass the ball back to the backfield again, Wei Lai moved closer to the number 10 player.

At the same time, he directed his teammates to continue pressing forward.

Despite their teammates' complaints, they were still obedient because it was a system space after all.

"Asking me to make a direct steal is difficult! No! It's simply impossible!"

Wei Lai knew his own limitations; even with Casemiro's body, his consciousness couldn't keep up with these people.

"I can only take a gamble!"

Wei Lai gritted his teeth, leaned forward slightly, and made room for the person behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the opposing player.

You've got a gap!
Do you dare to spread it?

boom!
Sure enough, the player immediately made a lob pass, intending to lob it behind Wei Lai.

Wei Lai's eyes lit up. He turned around and started his car immediately. Just as the car opposite, number 10, was about to start, he suddenly moved his body to the side to block it and take a favorable position.

It has to be said that the strength of this body is truly remarkable.

Wei Lai just squeezed in a little, and the other side was done for.

The ball was falling, but the opposing number 10 still didn't give up and continued to relentlessly battle with Wei Lai.

Wei Lai gritted his teeth.

Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!

Continue to suppress!

Just as the ball was about to hit the ground, it struck the opponent's feet. Wei Lai then forcefully pushed the opponent out with his hip, passing the ball to the left side of the backfield without even raising his head.

Hahahaha~~~~
Wei Lai was breathing heavily; despite the brief struggle, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Seeing the ball successfully passed to his teammate, Wei Lai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

[Ding! Steal completed! Test passed!]

[Total time: 40 minutes; one interception and one steal completed; course graduation assessment passed!]

Wei Lai sat on the ground, panting heavily. In 40 minutes, he had done nothing but steal the ball. Although he had successfully passed the test, there was no real competition involved.

They were almost completely absent from the tasks of offensive and defensive coordination, and controlling the game.

The game was fast-paced, with crazy offensive and defensive transitions. Every time I controlled the ball, it felt like I was about to lose control. Every time I looked up, an opposing player would inevitably appear in front of me, leaving me no time to observe.

This was not a normal match!

They didn't manage to play a satisfactory game, but at least they passed the assessment.

Wei Lai let out a breath, looked around at his surroundings, and murmured to himself:
"Is this what the Europa League is like?"

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