Chapter 31: Register a Media Account?

Front-page headline of the "Utrecht Evening Post"—Utrecht's head coach oppresses a 16-year-old prodigy; the Dutch Cup MVP is apparently unworthy of eating in the first-team cafeteria!

Royal Dutch Football Association: An investigation will be conducted into the player abuse within the Utrecht team; if the situation is confirmed, the head coach who abused the youth trainee will receive corresponding punishment.

Pinned post on Check Dongqiu Di: The unknown side behind a genius—Dutch journalists capture video of Tang Ye practicing extra hours outside the training ground.

Soon, the matter of Ten Hag not allowing Tang Ye to enter the first-team cafeteria spread across both the Netherlands and China.

If Tang Ye were an adult player, this matter would not be a big deal.

The problem is that Tang Ye is not an adult player; he is damn well only 16 years old.

In the eyes of the fans, Ten Hag's action was not a punishment.

It was abuse of a minor!

【Damn it, I said Ten Hag was an idiot; what results can such a coach achieve?】

【Not letting my Tang Tang Qiuwang eat? If my Tang Tang Qiuwang scores a hat-trick, won't he crush you to death!】

【Look carefully, Tang Ye's late-night snack seems to have been eaten in the first team; he isn't completely barred from entering.】

【We still have to scold him; how could my Tang Tang Qiuwang, as Utrecht's star player, possibly be unable to even go to the cafeteria?】

【Ten Hag, resign!】

【Tears in my eyes; so Little Tang is this serious. I thought he was a slacker-type player.】

【Behind every genius lies secret hard work; one can imagine how much effort Tang Ye expended just to prove himself!】

Chinese fans are now very angry.

Ten Hag has enraged them!

On what grounds does a player who trains hard and performs well in matches not even have the right to eat!

……

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

Leaving other things aside, this group of reporters from the "Utrecht Evening Post" was truly impressive.

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

"Next week, people from the Dutch Football Association and the Child Protection Agency might come over; do you know how to speak?"

Ten Hag confirmed this with Tang Ye repeatedly.

He was truly at his wit's end.

It was clearly about having Tang Ye eat with the reserve team, yet what reached the fans' ears was that Tang Ye was not allowed to eat at all.

Now things were fine; originally, only the Dutch Football Association was responsible for the investigation.

Now, even people from the Dutch Child Protection Agency wanted to join in on the fun.

"Hahaha, Eric, so today is your day too!"

In the base's physiotherapy room, Tang Ye pointed at Ten Hag before him: "When the time comes, I'll say I've been starving for days and already fainted from hunger during the match! Haha, just wait to die!"

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

Ten Hag walked over, bent down, and whispered in Tang Ye's ear: "Student, it seems you haven't done any of those homework assignments..."

"!!!"

Gritting his teeth, Tang Ye said: "What I mean is, I was just joking just now; you are my coach, and I will definitely speak up for you."

……

That evening, Tang Ye returned to the long-missed first-team cafeteria.

Although the first-team cafeteria was not much more high-end than the reserve team's, it gave Tang Ye a sense of belonging.

Tang Ye knew that he was a glorious Utrecht first-team player!

A first-team player should eat in the first-team cafeteria!

"Hey, Tang! Sofyan!"

Holding their trays, Haller and Di Di Bala walked over, while Tang Ye and Amrabat hurriedly moved to sit in the inner seats.

"You played very well today, but Eric doesn't seem very happy?"

While eating, Haller spoke to Tang Ye: "He mentioned some Child Protection Agency; what is that?"

"It's nothing important."

Changing the subject, Tang Ye said: "Sebastien, I must thank you; thank you for that penalty kick. That was my first time taking a penalty for Utrecht, haha."

"So how did it feel?"

Haller looked at Tang Ye with a smile.

For him, scoring in the Dutch Cup was inconsequential, but for Tang Ye, it was different.

"Very worth it."

"Very worth it?"

"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 slice of herring from his fork and tossed it to Amrabat opposite him: "Here, you eat it."

"Why don't you eat it yourself?"

Amrabat did not like herring very much either; he wanted to return the food to Tang Ye, but Tang Ye directly moved his tray away: "I don't like eating it."

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

Amrabat was somewhat speechless; actually, Tang Ye had his own difficulties.

Fan Fan Dejiahe and the cafeteria chef had specifically instructed that Tang Ye must 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 desperately needed.

Tang Ye's levels for these two mineral indicators were both unqualified.

"Placing hopes on you; don't you feel pressured by that?"

While eating the macaroni in his bowl, Di Di Bala felt somewhat curious about Tang Ye's mindset.

"If it doesn't go in, then it doesn't go in."

"Alright, your mindset is truly excellent!"

Di Di Bala and Balazite simultaneously gave Tang Ye a thumbs-up.

If they possessed Tang Ye's mindset when taking penalty kicks, their penalty success rate would likely increase by a significant margin.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding!"

"Ding ding ding ding!"

Di Di Bala's phone suddenly began making noise; the Ivorian hurriedly pulled out his device: "Oh, sorry, I just scheduled an Instagram post and forgot to switch it to silent."

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

In the photo, Di Di Bala, Tang Ye, Ramse, and Balazite were hugging each other.

"Oh, this is the second goal."

Tang Ye pointed his fork at Di Di Bala's phone; he immediately recognized the scene.

"Exactly, the fans on-site took a really great picture, so I asked for the photo and posted it myself. By the way, Tang, you don't have an Instagram account yet, do you? You should get one; both Instagram and Twitter work."

"What's the use of that thing?"

Tang Ye chewed the squid in his mouth.

"It can help you make money."

Balazite, sitting opposite Di Di Bala, blurted out: "You can take on advertisements later, or some football agents will contact you on Instagram. Anyway, registering one can't hurt."

"You often score miraculous goals; it'll be easy to accumulate fans."

Di Di Bala agreed with Balazite's words, adding afterward: "There are many beautiful Dutch women on Instagram, you know. If you follow them, they'll contact you. Oh, and you should state on your profile that you're a player for an Eredivisie club!"

Tang Ye listened to Di Di Bala and Balazite talk while continuing to eat.

Open a social media account?

Worth a try!

Tang Ye had heard the club's deputy director say he had many fans in China!

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

(End of Chapter)