Registering Social Media Accounts?

Registering Social Media Accounts?

Utrecht Evening News front-page headline—Utrecht's head coach pressured a 16-year-old prodigy, and the Dutch Cup MVP was actually barred from eating in the first-team cafeteria!

Royal Dutch Football Association: We will investigate the alleged player abuse within Utrecht. If the situation is confirmed, the head coach who abused an academy player will receive the appropriate punishment.

Understand the Team pinned post: The unknown side behind a prodigy—Dutch reporters captured footage of Tang Ye putting in extra training outside the training ground.

Before long, the matter of Erik ten Hag not allowing Tang Ye into the first-team cafeteria spread throughout both the Netherlands and China.

If Tang Ye had been an adult player, this would not have been such a big deal.

The problem was that Tang Ye was not an adult. He was only fucking sixteen.

In the eyes of the fans, what Erik ten Hag did was not a punishment.

It was abuse of a minor!

Fuck, I told you Erik ten Hag was an idiot. What kind of results can a coach like that possibly achieve?

You won't let King Tang eat? King Tang will score a hat trick and destroy you!

Look closely, Tang Ye's late-night snack seemed to have been eaten with the first team. It wasn't like he was completely barred from going in.

That still deserves criticism. As Utrecht's star player, how could King Tang not even be allowed into the cafeteria?

Erik ten Hag, get out!

I'm tearing up. So Little Tang was actually this hardworking—I thought he was the kind of player who just gave up.

Behind every prodigy is secret hard work. Just imagine how much Tang Ye has put in just to prove himself!

Chinese fans were furious now.

Erik ten Hag had angered them!

Why should a player who trained hard and performed well in matches not even have the right to eat!...

After returning to the club following the match, Tang Ye was in a fairly good mood.

Whatever else could be said, the reporters from the Utrecht Evening News were really reliable.

With the help of those reporters, Tang Ye regained permission to enter the first-team cafeteria.

"People from the Dutch FA and the Dutch Youth Protection Association may come next week. Do you know what you should say?"

Erik ten Hag repeatedly made sure Tang Ye understood.

He was truly speechless.

He had merely made Tang Ye eat with the reserves, but by the time it reached the fans' ears, it had become Erik ten Hag not letting Tang Ye eat at all.

And now, what had originally been an investigation handled only by the Dutch FA had drawn in the Dutch Youth Protection Association as well.

"Hahaha, Erik, so you have a day like this too!"

In the treatment room at the training base, Tang Ye pointed at Erik ten Hag in front of him. "I'll tell them I was starving for days and fainted from hunger during the match! Hahaha, just wait to die!"

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

Erik ten Hag walked over, bent down, and whispered into Tang Ye's ear, "Student, it seems you haven't done any of your homework..."

"!!!"

Tang Ye gritted his teeth. "What I meant was, I was joking just now. You're my coach, so of course I'll speak up for you."

That evening, Tang Ye returned to the first-team cafeteria after a long absence.

Although the first-team cafeteria was not much fancier than the reserves' cafeteria, it gave Tang Ye a sense of belonging.

Tang Ye knew that he was a proud member of Utrecht's first team!

First-team players should eat in the first-team cafeteria! "Hey, Tang! Sofyan!"

Haller and Balazhit came over carrying their trays, and Tang Ye and Amrabat quickly shifted to the seats farther inside.

"You played very well today, but Erik didn't seem very happy, did he?"

As Haller ate, he spoke to Tang Ye. "He mentioned something about the Youth Protection Association. What is that?"

"It's nothing important."

Tang Ye changed the subject. "Sebastian, I have to thank you. Thank you for the penalty. It was my first time taking a penalty for Utrecht, haha."

"So how did it feel?"

Haller smiled at Tang Ye.

To him, scoring in the Dutch Cup was insignificant, but Tang Ye was different.

"It was profitable."

"Profitable?"

"Oh, I mean, the feeling of being watched while taking a penalty is great. Everyone places their hopes on you."

Tang Ye picked up a piece of herring with his fork and tossed it to Amrabat across from him. "Here, you eat it."

"Why don't you eat it yourself?"

Amrabat did not like herring much either. He wanted to give it back to Tang Ye, but Tang Ye immediately moved his tray away. "I don't like it."

"If you don't like it, why did you take it?"

Amrabat was a little speechless. In truth, Tang Ye had his reasons.

Mitchell van der Gaag and the cafeteria chef had specifically instructed him to consume at least a certain number of grams of herring every day.

The reason was simple: herring could provide Tang Ye with the zinc and iron he needed.

Tang Ye had failed both of those mineral indicators.

"Everyone places their hopes on you. Doesn't that make you feel pressured?"

As Haller ate the macaroni in his bowl, he was a little curious about Tang Ye's mentality.

"If I miss, then I miss."

"Alright, you really do have a great mentality!"

Haller and Balazhit both gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up.

If they had Tang Ye's mindset when taking penalties, their penalty conversion rates would probably rise by a great deal.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

"Ding ding ding ding!"

Haller's phone suddenly began making noise. The Ivorian hurriedly took it out. "Oh, sorry, I posted a scheduled Instagram post earlier and forgot to turn off the sound."

Haller turned off his phone's notifications and vibration, then showed everyone at the table the photo he had posted on Instagram.

In the photo, Haller, Tang Ye, Ramselaar, and Balazhit were hugging one another.

"Oh, this was the second goal."

Tang Ye pointed his fork at Haller's phone. He recognized the scene immediately.

"Yeah, a fan at the stadium took a really good picture, so I got it and posted it myself. By the way, Tang, you don't have an Instagram account yet, right? You should make one. Instagram and Twitter are both fine."

"What's the point of that?"

Tang Ye chewed the squid in his mouth.

"It can help you make money."

Balazhit, sitting opposite Haller, answered first. "You can take advertising deals, and some football agents might contact you through Instagram. Anyway, there's no harm in registering one."

"You often score wonder goals, so it'll be easy for you to build up followers."

Haller agreed with Balazhit, then added, "There are lots of beautiful Dutch girls on Instagram, you know? Follow them, and they'll come contact you. Oh, and you need to tell people on your profile that you're a player for an Eredivisie club!"

Tang Ye listened to Haller and Balazhit while eating.

Opening a social media account? He could give it a try!

Tang Ye had heard from the club's deputy director that he had a lot of fans in China!

Once he registered his own account, Tang Ye could chat with his fans in the comments section!...