Master Tutoring Class.

Chapter 20: Was he born not fond of talking?

"You were practicing interval running just now, right?" He Chaoyue said, pointing at Wei.

Wei Lai nodded; "That's right!"

"Ten groups?"

Wei Lai blinked, stroked his chin, and said, "I didn't count exactly, but it should be about right. I'm slightly sweaty, so that's a good warm-up!"

"warm up?"

He Chaoyue stared at Wei Lai; "Ten sets? Warm-up? Not a run to exhaustion?"

"Exhausted after ten sets?"

This is a question, as if the speaker is very confused and puzzled.

After a moment, He Chaoyue saw the other person scratch their head; "Maybe, Group 10 should be the exhausted group!"

"What's your name?" He Chaoyue asked.

"Wei Lai! U15 Class B!"

"How many sets did you reach exhaustion?"

"I don't know! But it will take a while before we reach the anaerobic endurance stage!"

"Does Level B training involve anaerobic endurance?"

"Sometimes, I don't know!"

He Chaoyue looked at Wei Lai: "Can I practice with you?"

"Of course you can, but if you can't keep up, don't bother, you might get sick!"

Wei Lai kindly reminded him.

"Huh?" He Chaoyue frowned and tilted her head back slightly, her ponytail swinging twice as if to express her dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, I'm confident in my physical abilities!"

Wei Lai shrugged, turned around, and ran off.

He Chaoyue gritted her teeth and immediately followed.

Outside, it was raining continuously, but inside the dormitory, it was quiet.

The Grade A dormitories are in better condition, with two people per room.

Yang Fan was quietly packing his luggage.

Of course, he wasn't expelled, but rather demoted.

Based on yesterday's incident, he was publicly criticized by the school and sent to a lower-level administrative division for reflection by Old Man Chen.

However, Yang Fan did not regret it.

He just didn't like that shifty-eyed guy, just like his name, 'Fan Jian'!
Although he was relegated to the second-tier team, Yang Fan still retained his first-tier spot and could be promoted at any time, so he was not worried.

Or rather, he's become immune to trouble after causing so much of a mess.

Yang Fan stared at the empty bed opposite him and murmured, "Old He, your father's been away lately, so you'd better keep quiet. When I get back, I'll avenge you!"

Just as Yang Fan got up, the dormitory door was slammed open.

"Fuck!"

Yang Fan was startled and turned to look, immediately adopting a defensive stance.

"Hey! Where did this monster come from?!"

He Chaoyue leaned against the door frame, her body hunched over, looking like a drowned rat. Her long, flowing hair was disheveled, with strands sticking to her forehead like seaweed, making her look extremely disheveled.

"Old He?" Yang Fan recognized him by his clothes and quickly went over to him; "What happened to you?"

He Chaoyue was pale, her tongue lolling out, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently.

In his breathing, one could even faintly hear the mournful sound of his lungs.

He Chaoyue pointed tremblingly to the corner of the dormitory, her lips moving.

"What?" Yang Fan exclaimed hastily; "Speak louder!"

"A spittoon! Give me a spittoon!"

Yang Fan immediately rushed out and handed over the trash can. He Chaoyue hugged the can and collapsed to the ground, gagging incessantly.

Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Cough cough cough... Ugh...
Yang Fan was stunned.

"Old He, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

In the Class B dormitory, Wei Lai brushed his teeth, turned his head to look in the direction of the Class A dormitory, and thought to himself:
"He should be fine! He's obviously just putting on a brave face. I told him not to follow me anymore! Sigh... he just won't admit defeat!"

Shaking his head, Wei Lai continued washing up.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yang Fan. I'll be training with you all starting today. Please take good care of me!"

Standing at the front of the Class B team, Yang Fan introduced himself loudly, his gaze fixed on the crowd. Many were surprised by his arrival.

However, considering what happened yesterday, this kid has clearly been sent to a second-tier team to reflect on his actions.

But Yang Fan's actions made Shen Haoxuan uncomfortable.

I just secured a spot in the main team, and now it's been snatched away!
"Yang Fan will be training with us for the next period of time. Of course, he will also represent the Willy Football School U15-Second Division team in the Future Star Cup!"

Hearing head coach Zhao Xiaotang's speech, Shen Haoxuan's heart finally died.

Yang Fan grinned at his opponent and said, "Brother, don't be discouraged! If you beat me, you'll be a key player, and you can even get into the top league as a key player!"

Snapped!
Zhao Xiaotang flicked Yang Fan hard on the forehead and glared at him.

"Stop grinning like that, you're here to reflect on your actions!"

Yang Fan scratched the back of his head and immediately nodded, saying, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Zhao Xiaotang shook her head; "Let's go back to the line!"

Yang Fan immediately walked towards the line, his eyes firm and his goal clear, and stood at the far left of the first row.

And right next to him was Wei Lai!
"Wei, you're the one who made Lao He look like that, right?" Yang Fan blinked.

"Huh?" Wei Lai turned his head and asked in surprise.

"Good morning!" Yang Fan said with a grin; "Old He came back and was vomiting so badly he was practically rolling on the floor with a trash can!"

"He really threw up!" Wei Lai grinned. "I told him not to follow me, but he insisted. This is none of my business!"

Yang Fan: "That's just how he is, he never admits defeat. Even if you tell him not to follow, he'll insist on following!"

"But what exactly did you do? I've never seen Lao He look so disheveled before!"

Wei Lai turned his head: "Didn't he say?"

Yang Fan shook his head: "I absolutely refuse to tell!"

Wei Lai sighed; "They just did a few sets of anaerobic endurance exercises!"

Yang Fan: "???"

"How many sets? Anaerobic endurance?" Yang Fan asked, mouth agape, puzzled. "Is this thing counted in sets? Doesn't it mean you just die right there after one round?"

Wei Lai discovered that Yang Fan was a very outgoing and easy-going person. He seemed fiery, but he was also very easy to get along with.

Of course, the premise is that you don't provoke him.

Moreover, this guy is a chatterbox.

"Old Wei, how much are your thighs? Why are you hiding them like that? I'd love to see them off everywhere!"

"How did you get those thighs? Teach me!"

"And how did you train your stamina? Let me try it next time! I'm not like Lao He, I'm not stubborn. If I can't keep up, I won't!"

"Old Wei! Old Wei!"

Wei Lai looked helpless, feeling as if a fly was buzzing around his ear.

"With your physique, you could knock those foreigners flying with one blow!"

Wei Lai turned his head: "A foreigner?"

Yang Fan nodded; "That's right, we played against a youth academy in Hamburg, Germany in the invitational tournament in South Korea. Old He was being kicked around like a ball in front of us, and we still lost to them in the end."

"Where is the difference?" Wei Lai asked.

"The midfield!" Yang Fan shrugged. "If the midfield is suppressed and can't hold the ball, the whole team will be suppressed."

"If we play long passes, Lao He will get bumped. This guy is good at shooting, but technically he really can't compare to Xiang Ming. You know Xiang Ming, right? That little lion on the green field!" Yang Fan seemed to have opened a floodgate of words, and during the warm-up phase, he kept rambling on and on.

"Honestly, the midfield was suppressed in that game. Our Jia-A League's Weng Shaojie is good, but he's still a bit behind Guangfa's Chen Shaojie. If we bring Xiang Ming over and form a front three, we'll crush those foreigners!"

Yang Fan suddenly sighed and said, "But it's still tough. Even if they score a few goals, it won't be enough to cover the gaps left by Fan Jian. Our team's foreign coach has also lost his mind, letting Fan Jian play as a lone defensive midfielder and using that outdated diamond midfield formation. Putting aside the fact that Fan Jian doesn't have the ability, just setting up this tactic is enough to make us lose half the battle!"

"A single defensive midfielder! That's a beastly midfielder! If you look back at the history of Chinese football, there have only been a few, albeit stumbling ones, but none of them have reached the pinnacle of excellence!"

Yang Fan shrugged: "So, when it comes to the defensive midfield position, we don't have any elite players, so we have to fill the gap with sheer numbers! Right, Lao Wei!"

"By the way, I've been the one doing all the talking, why don't you say anything?"

"Hey Wei, by the way, what position do you play?"

Wei Lai: "Halftime!"

Yang Fan: "Huh?"

Wei Lai: "Defensive midfielder! Defend the defensive midfielder!"

Yang Fan: "."

Wei Lai turned his head and said quietly, "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you just naturally averse to talking?"

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