The Clothes Haven't Loaded Yet

"Subbed on in the 82nd minute, 16-year-old Chinese prospect made his Eredivisie debut."

"With tackle after tackle, Chinese prospect made his debut, leaving the opponents howling and begging for mercy!"

Because he had played too little, Tang Ye did not receive a post-match rating from the Utrecht Evening News reporter.

But that did not matter. Hupu already had a rating for him.

Tang Ye, 82'—4 touches, 2 tackles, rating: 10.0
"A genius is not scary. What is scary is a genius who once fell from grace."

Utrecht training ground, reserve/youth team cafeteria.

"Oh my God, Tang, tackles? You can do that too?!"

Zaka looked at Tang Ye in front of him, his face full of indescribable surprise.

He had known Tang Ye for over a year, yet he had never heard that Tang Ye had this trick up his sleeve! Tang Ye continued eating from his tray as Merent walked over to him.

"Tang, do you remember our agreement?"

Huh? Tang Ye froze for a moment.

Did he have some kind of agreement with Merent?

"Hey, you didn't forget, did you?"

Merent sat down beside Tang Ye. "You told me that if first-team training got too tiring, you'd come running back!"

Just like Utrecht's first team, the reserves had not started the season well in the Eerste Divisie.

Three rounds had passed without a single win, and they had fallen straight into the relegation zone! The reserves needed a hero! Or rather...

They needed a Lucky Bro, a Lucky Bro who could help them break open their attack!

!

Lost memories suddenly flooded Tang Ye's mind.

"It does seem like there was something like that, but I don't think I'll be coming back."

Tang Ye's words left Merent stunned. "W-why?"

"I'm not the same person I used to be."

Tang Ye wore a serious expression. "I train seriously now. I don't slack off anymore."

Merent pointed at Tang Ye's tray. "Then why aren't you eating in the first-team cafeteria? Didn't Erik punish you?"

"That's just a rumor. I came here to eat because I have friends in the reserves."

Tang Ye looked Merent in the eye, and the determination in his gaze left Merent somewhat dazed.

Utrecht's lazy pig had finally woken up! In the afternoon, Erik ten Hag carefully analyzed the match from the day before yesterday before putting the players through that day's training.

Tang Ye was also given his task.

At the age of 37, you have completed your debut in the Netherlands' top division. Your unyielding soul has proclaimed its fighting spirit. Of course, you do not intend to stop here. You can still do more.

Make 3 appearances in the Eredivisie or score 1 goal.
Reward: Unlock the Old Man Shop section

The Old Man Shop?

This time, the system reward was neither attribute points nor a player chest from some country, but the unlocking of a new system section.

Tang Ye knew just from the name that this so-called Old Man Shop was probably where he could spend comeback points.

He had earned 15 comeback points from scoring in a reserve-team friendly before, and he had not used them yet!

"Hey, Tang!"

Haller called out before passing the ball with the inside of his foot. Tang Ye snapped back to attention and hurriedly brought it under control.

"Stop daydreaming!"

Erik ten Hag shouted, drawing a large circle around "Tang" in his notebook and writing the word "discipline" beside it.

After the match against ADO Den Haag, Erik ten Hag's attention toward Tang Ye had reached an unprecedented level. The Dutch coach had even asked assistant coach Mitchell van der Gaag to give Tang Ye extra individual training.

The purpose was simple: get this sixteen-year-old up to Eredivisie standard as soon as possible.

His astonishing vision for passing and impeccable tackling ability were exactly what Utrecht needed right now.

Under Mitchell van der Gaag's training, Tang Ye made tremendous progress in both technique and physical condition.

But Utrecht's two coaches still had one issue.

Tang Ye's discipline!

After dinner, Tang Ye returned directly to the reserve-team dormitory.

Utrecht did not provide dormitories for first-team players—they all had their own homes—so Tang Ye still lived in the reserve-team dormitory even after being promoted to the first team.

It should have been a very quiet night, but someone suddenly knocked on Tang Ye's door.

Knock knock!

?

Tang Ye rose from his chair and ran to open the door. "Solk, I'm not playing games. Go find someone el—"

When he saw who was standing outside, Tang Ye froze.

"E-Erik?"

"Can I come in?"

Erik ten Hag pointed into the room, indicating that he wanted to enter.

Naturally, Tang Ye did not refuse his head coach's request and welcomed Erik ten Hag inside.

"It's only seven o'clock. After dinner, shouldn't you go out for a walk? Or ride a bicycle? People here all like cycling after dinner. I think you should try it too."

Erik ten Hag sat down in the chair.

In his view, Tang Ye was at exactly the age when he needed training the most.

If he could convince Tang Ye to do extra training at night, that would be ideal!

An all-around deep-lying playmaker who could both defend and attack—wasn't that exactly what Utrecht needed right now?

"But I'm not a local, after all."

Tang Ye sat down on his bed.

The Dutch liked cycling. What did that have to do with him, a foreigner?

"All right. Hmm, your computer is on."

Erik ten Hag pointed at the laptop on Tang Ye's desk. An alien head glowed on the screen. Several exercise books lay beside the computer; Tang Ye sometimes did his homework at the desk.

"Oh, that. When I have nothing to do, I like watching match footage and reflecting on myself."

"Wow?"

Erik ten Hag's eyes lit up. He made an inviting gesture. "Come on, turn on your computer. Let me see what match footage you've been watching."

Tang Ye was late to training every day, so Erik ten Hag had thought he was just an unmotivated slacker.

He had not expected Tang Ye to watch old match footage at night to reflect on himself.

Erik ten Hag had wronged Tang Ye!

"Okay."

Tang Ye stood up and opened his laptop.

Earlier, Merent had asked every reserve-team player to download footage of an Eerste Divisie match. Now was the time to use that footage.

But Tang Ye did not know that the system's media player would automatically resume whatever he had not finished watching last time.

Thus, under Erik ten Hag's gaze, a naked man and an equally naked woman began their confrontation.

This was match footage, and the level of the matchup was probably quite high, because that kind of physical intensity was not something ordinary people could endure!

"What is this?"

Erik ten Hag pointed at the computer and stared at Tang Ye beside him in shock.

"Cough!"

Tang Ye hurriedly switched away from the screen. "The internet's lagging. The clothes haven't loaded yet."

"Wait a moment."

"Y-yes, this is the video I wanted to show you."