Master Tutoring Class.

Chapter 8 becomes part of the puzzle.
In the evening, Wei Lai came out of the bathroom, took a hot shower, and felt much better.

However, my body still felt a little restless.

Training can be addictive sometimes, like now, there's always an urge to keep training.

However, his parents would worry if he didn't go home.

As soon as Wei Lai stepped out of the bathroom and dried his hair, he saw Wei Chenggong bustling around carrying things, with beer and food spread out on the coffee table.

Wei Lai was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Dad, what are you doing?"

Wei Chenggong turned his head and said seriously, "Son, tonight is a do-or-die match for the national team to qualify. As long as we draw with Japan, we can stabilize our group ranking and enter the knockout stage!"

As he spoke, Wei Chenggong even started singing.

"We are united as one! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"We are united as one! Let's go!"

"It's a deal! Don't keep me waiting too long!"

"Charge! The earth is beneath your feet!"

Wei Lai grinned and said, "What an old-fashioned song!"
In the evening, Wei Lai sat on the bed, and through the crack in the door, he could see the flickering light from the television outside.

The commentator's somber voice came through the television.

"We conceded five goals in 70 minutes, and Chinese football is once again on the brink of collapse!"

There was no sound in the living room except for the television.

Wei Lai quietly walked over and stood at the doorway with his back against the wall.

"The match is over. China lost 0-5 to Japan. This match...sigh..."

Accompanied by the commentator's helpless sigh, only suppressed gasps of breath filled the living room.

Whew~~~Whew~~~Whew~~~~
The heavy, trembling breathing was a desperate attempt to suppress intense grief, a sorrow that had risen to the throat but was swallowed back down.
So again!

That's it again!

It seems like it's always the same; even the smallest expectation can't be fulfilled.

Each term is worse than the last, and each one is more disappointing than the last.

Every time they say it's hit rock bottom and will bounce back, but every time it gets worse.

Just when fans think things can't get any worse, something even worse always happens.

Fans have repeatedly expressed their expectations, but what they have been left with are repeated pain.

pat!

The sound of a lighter was heard, and moments later, the living room was filled with smoke.

"We...are united...GOGOGO!"

After a long while, Wei Chenggong softly chanted...
It seemed to be a murmur, yet also a lament.

Wei Chenggong's singing was choked with emotion, carrying a heartbreaking feeling.

"It's a promise, don't keep me waiting too long."

Ugh!
After a sigh, the living room fell silent.

There was no anger, no breakdown, only numbness.

Because this kind of plot has been repeated too many times.

Before the competition, they made confident vows; during the competition, they made mistakes and were sleepwalking; after the competition, they were filled with endless regret. Every time, hope rose, only to be extinguished by their own hands. Their broken hearts can only be handed over to the next cycle.

He knew where the way out was, he knew when the sunlight would break through the gloom, but they didn't.
They could only struggle forward in the darkness, and even though they were covered in wounds, they never regretted it.

But it is this suppressed emotion, filled with anger, resentment, expectation, sorrow and many other emotions, that will completely erupt in 2034!
China's true golden generation!
In the darkness, Wei Lai slowly raised his head, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

He clenched his fist tightly!
Diligence! Effort!
That's all he can do.
In the 'simulated training arena,' Coach Yakult's cheerful voice rang out: "Let's have a fun training session together!"

Wei Lai stretched his body, turned to look at the Yakult coach, and said, "I'd like to ask you some questions."

"A problem?" The Yakult coach, chin in hand, said, "Theory isn't allowed, but..."

He flashed a bright smile; "Go ahead and ask!"

"You must be a soccer player, right?"

"That's right!"

"Played in a top league?"

"Of course!"

Wei Lai pursed his lips and asked cautiously, "A member of a top-tier football team?"

The Yakult coach looked at Wei Lai and nodded; "Yes!"

Wei Lai was deeply shaken.

He remained silent for a long time before finally asking, "What level would my current ability be compared to in European youth training?"

The Yakult coach pondered for a moment and said, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

“Yes!” Wei Lai said earnestly.

Yakult coach: "You'll be kicked out of the youth academy!"

Wei Lai's eyes looked somewhat forlorn.

Sure enough!

"However, this doesn't mean you have no future; you just need to find the right direction!" the Yakult coach added.

"Direction?" Wei Lai asked, puzzled.

“That’s right!” Coach Yakult nodded. “Your talent is indeed mediocre. Your footwork isn’t fast, your ball control isn’t top-notch, your speed isn’t great, and your explosiveness isn’t outstanding either. But your stamina would be A-level in European youth training!”

Wei Lai grinned. Even though he knew all this, it still made him feel a little uneasy to hear it so bluntly.

The Yakult coach continued, "What I want to tell you is, do one thing well!"

"Everyone wants to be the core player, everyone wants to be the most dazzling star, but that's not an easy thing. You simply can't do that with your current abilities. You have too many technical shortcomings to be at that level. But if you can't be the core player, then try your best to be a piece of the puzzle, or even the most important piece of the puzzle!"

"As we all know, football is a team sport. Every player has their own task. Forwards need to attack, midfielders need to organize, and defenders need to defend. All of these come together to make up a formal match!"

"And if we break it down further, there are various smaller positions and functions! But given your current characteristics, you only need to do one thing well!"

"Defense!" the Yakult coach said with a smile, pointing to his index finger. "Believe me, this is the most popular position. Your teammates, coaches, and fans will all love you."

"An excellent defensive midfielder can free up his attacking partner, and you can also become a defensive fortress at the front of the back line!"

"Imagine your opponents' repeated offensive attacks crumble before your eyes, your constant disruption of their offense and counter-attacks, and your crucial steals and interceptions that will set the stadium ablaze!"

"Your performance determines the toughness of your team's defense, and even the outcome of the game!"

"You are like an iron wall standing in front of the defense, a wall that makes the opponent sigh time and time again!"

The Yakult coach raised an eyebrow and said, "Trust me, you'll love this feeling!"

"Therefore, the significance of this lesson lies in making you a qualified defensive midfielder!"

The Yakult coach squinted and said, "It can also be called a 'beast waist'!"

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