Do You Want to Be Exempt from Homework?

Do You Want to Be Exempt from Homework?

Was Tang Ye really as amazing as you guys said? Holy crap, awesome, Ball King, Ball King!

You can make money just by watching Tang Ye play. Mom will never have to worry about me not finding a job after graduation again.

A college student playing Huanledou already? Bro upstairs, you've got it made for life.

What are you talking about? He was already a Tang Ye fan when he started college. We got an early start.

This guy's going to make big money!

Any more? Are there going to be any more goals?

"So it was the result of training. Does that mean I should play according to what we practiced later?"

Tang Ye asked Erik ten Hag, who dismissed the idea without a second thought.

"No. Training is training, and matches are matches. Training makes you stronger, but when you play, you still have to follow your own ideas!"

Erik ten Hag gave him a serious reminder.

Although Tang Ye was always strolling around, Erik ten Hag could tell.

Tang Ye could only unleash all of his creativity when he was strolling!

The match continued!

"The score has suddenly been equalized. Vitesse are in a very difficult position now!"

"They're bringing on two forwards at once. Vitesse are going all-out on the counterattack!"

"Nathan, press forward with your teammates!"

They had worked so hard for sixty minutes, pushing their attack to the limit and using every tactic imaginable, only for their opponents to equalize with one long ball from midfield.

The Vitesse players and coaches were miserable now.

They had to retake the lead!

"Switch positions!"

Erik ten Hag shouted. Ramselaar, having received the instruction, ran to the right flank and gave Tang Ye the central attacking-midfield position.

Utrecht's three midfielders now lined up from left to right as Amrabat, Tang Ye, and Ramselaar, with Tang Ye pushed furthest forward as the sole attacking midfielder.

In the 76th minute, Nakamba's mistake was seized upon by Strieder. The Utrecht defender sent the ball straight to Amrabat.

Amrabat began scanning the field! Olynyk came up to challenge him, so Amrabat played it safe and passed to Leeuwin on the right, who was ready to receive.

Leeuwin then passed the ball to Balazhit.

This was a Utrecht counterattack! "Balazhit is incredibly fast!"

"At a time like this, Tang Ye should be moving forward to occupy the edge of the penalty arc."

"Tang Ye is walking!"

"Ball King Tang is still walking!"

"Ball King, what are you trying to do?!"

Wang Chao shouted passionately. He had been ready to criticize Tang Ye for his passive play, but Balazhit burst down the wing and beat two men in a row, instantly drawing every spectator's attention.

Balazhit reached the area near the byline! He sent a long pass straight across to the left, where Nganioni, overlapping down the flank, brought the ball under control and began looking to combine with Haller.

Haller received the ball in the box, but Kashia immediately pinned him down. He could not even turn around.

In that situation, Haller could only pass backward. But when he looked up, he suddenly found Tang Ye standing in front of him.

"Hey, how about giving it to me?"

Tang Ye held out his hand to Haller, who passed the ball directly to Tang Ye's feet without a second thought.

"You actually gave it to me."

Tang Ye was somewhat delighted. He used his body to shield the ball from Vitesse's defender and smashed it toward goal.

He did not even need to take a touch! "Tang Ye? What the fuck! It's in!"

"What was that?!"

"GOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!"

In the 78th minute, Tang Ye scored!

At the age of 37, you have scored your first Dutch Eredivisie goal in just three matches. Your haters are so terrified that they have deleted their accounts.

The comeback point store has been unlocked!

Additional reward for scoring: Comeback Points ×10

Tang Ye stood still in the penalty area, his attention entirely fixed on the system voice in his mind.

At that moment, Haller and Balazhit rushed over together and hugged Tang Ye tightly. Haller even kept rubbing Tang Ye's hair with his hand.

"Tang, why were you there? Hahaha!"

The camera cut to the area in front of the Vitesse bench. The Dutchman chewing gum did not look too pleased.

So far, Tang Ye had played a total of just forty-five minutes in the Eredivisie.

One goal in forty-five minutes.

Round that up a little.

That was the standard of a player scoring two goals per match!

The referee blew the final whistle. In the end, Utrecht, playing at home, proved the stronger side and defeated Vitesse 2–1.

Although the start of the season had not been ideal, Utrecht had now claimed three consecutive wins.

The players returned to the locker room one after another, while Erik ten Hag and Mitchell van der Gaag stayed outside and began talking quietly.

"I'm planning to give the players two days off. That way, they'll understand the benefits of winning."

"Fine. You're the coach. I fully support you."

Mitchell van der Gaag nodded, but that was not what Erik ten Hag really wanted to ask.

"What I mean is, the players get time off, but Tang doesn't. He has to stay at the training ground for extra sessions."

"Huh?"

Mitchell van der Gaag did not react at first. "Isn't that unfair? Every player gets a holiday except Tang. He was the one who won us the match today!"

"Wait!"

Mitchell van der Gaag suddenly realized something and stared at Erik ten Hag. "You want to speed up Tang's development? But you said before that it would take two or three years to develop Tang into our starting midfielder. You said that just a few days ago, remember? Are you going back on your word now?"

Assistant coach Mitchell van der Gaag had risen all the way from the U15 academy. He understood very clearly how harmful rushing a player's development could be.

"I know what you mean, but the plan has changed!"

Erik ten Hag looked serious. "Did you see his movement? His movement, and his vision."

"You said it was the result of training."

"Training my ass! Isn't that fucking talent?"

Erik ten Hag practically shouted, "We need to bring out his ability. Increase his physical training and tactical-awareness training, and in another six months, we can start him!"

Mitchell van der Gaag drew in a sharp breath.

That Erik...

"But what if he refuses to train?" Mitchell van der Gaag pointed out a crucial issue.

"That's a small problem."

Erik ten Hag smiled.

Tang Ye was a lazy pig, that was true.

But lazy pigs did not refuse to run entirely.

As long as there was enough pressure from outside, even a lazy pig could run very fast!...

That evening, Tang Ye received a call from his mother, Zhang Qing. He told his family the good news that he had been granted two days off.

It was something worth celebrating, but a sudden knock on the door made Tang Ye feel pressured.

At this hour, only two people would come knocking on his door.

Zaka had already gone home.

That left only one possibility: Erik ten Hag!

"Good evening!"

Erik ten Hag entered Tang Ye's room with a smile, as if he knew the place well.

The familiar computer desk. The familiar Alienware Laptop.

Tang Ye had learned his lesson this time. He shut down the computer before opening the door.

Erik ten Hag slowly walked toward the computer desk, making Tang Ye feel a little uneasy.

Was he going to make him turn the computer back on? "Hmm."

Erik ten Hag raised an eyebrow and picked up a white grid notebook from Tang Ye's desk, along with the pencil beside it.

"A 300-word critical essay in Dutch."

"Huh? What?" Tang Ye froze.

"This is your Dutch homework, right? Is this assignment difficult for you?"

Erik ten Hag turned to look at Tang Ye, who was sitting on the bed with a stunned expression.

"Why do you know about my homework?"

"That's not the point. Just tell me whether this assignment is difficult for you."

"..."

Tang Ye shrugged and answered honestly, "A 300-word essay isn't hard, but our teacher said we have to pick a topic and write about it critically. That's really difficult..."

Tang Ye was sometimes quite speechless about it. He attended an academy school partnered with Utrecht, so logically, his homework should have been easier than that of other Dutch high school students.

But for some reason, that teacher had gone crazy lately and kept assigning Tang Ye homework beyond his abilities!

"So it's difficult..."

Erik ten Hag muttered. He put down the grid notebook and slowly walked over to Tang Ye.

He bent down.

"Tang, do you want to be exempt from homework?"