[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back":3,"chapter-football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-32":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Football: At 16, Let Me Retire and Come Back?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300002,4499,"Chapter 32: Lv3 Simulation (4k Combined)","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>\"Verification... damn, this is such a hassle\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye grabbed his head—if he wanted to verify his professional player status on Instagram, he’d need to provide his market value data from the German transfer market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This issue immediately stumped Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because last season he had played less than half an hour in the Dutch second division, and Utrecht II’s training was tightly guarded, the German transfer market staff had no way of knowing Tang Ye’s potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, Tang Ye’s market value field showed only two dashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verification failed, so Tang Ye had to register on Weibo instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Verifying as a professional player on Weibo was simpler—he took a photo of his National Class-II Athlete certificate from his junior high school days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, a prominent yellow badge appeared on his Weibo homepage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【National Class-II Football Athlete】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s follower count was still single digits—those were just Weibo’s default followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering what Aale had said, Tang Ye messaged Amrabat on WhatsApp for a few match photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to post them together on Weibo and see if he could attract some attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was evening in the Netherlands, but in China it was already Lingchen —though for some fans, whether it was Lingchen  or not didn’t really matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than ten minutes after posting the photo album, Tang Ye’s backend started buzzing with messages—he quickly moved his mouse and opened the message panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Bro, are you also a Tang Ye fan? Why doesn’t your photo have a watermark? Can you teach me how to remove it?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【This was sent to me by someone else—if you want it, just take it.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was generous—he sent the photos Amrabat had given him directly to the netizen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other guy wanted Tang Ye to teach him how to remove watermarks, but Tang Ye said he didn’t know—these photos were given to him by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Alright, do you have any other photos? I’ve been a Tang Ye fan since 2020—I’ve supported him for a long time.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other photos…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pulled up his phone’s photo album.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never had the habit of taking photos, and now, when fans asked for pictures, he had none to show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Wait, I’ll take one for you.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【What?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the notification sound from his laptop, Tang Ye pulled out his phone, took a selfie with the front camera, and transferred it to his computer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【????? Wait, where did you get this photo? This is Tang Ye, right? Does he even have an Instagram?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Yes, he does.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye sent over his newly created Instagram account—and was immediately cursed at.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【New account? Scammer, get lost. Are you here to scam money?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【No, this is really my account, believe me! Follow me now, and when I get more followers, I’ll follow you back—you’ll become an internet celebrity!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Fuck off!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan got furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this just the “I’m Qin Shi Huang, send me money” scam?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You’re so unprofessional. If you’re going to scam someone, at least use an account with followers. I’m done—I thought you were a Tang Ye fan.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【No, I really am Tang Ye, believe me—just follow me!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You’re a Tang Ye fan? Then answer me this: what type of player is Tang Ye?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What type of player?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a question worth considering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ball-playing midfielder!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You’re just bluffing without any knowledge. I’m Meng Ge, a movement-type midfielder—you know what a movement-type midfielder is? He just walks around the pitch and gets MVP!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, this guy’s a troll!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【How can you say that!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【I’m running my ass off, okay?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Someone posts one selfie of Tang Ye and starts scamming everywhere. I’m shutting you down today. Holy shit, your profile even has a National Class-II Athlete badge—ha, laughable! I’m Tang the King, a starter in the Eredivisie, and you’re trying to piggyback on that with a National Class-II badge?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Go wash your face and sleep, kid. You’ll never understand the greatness of Tang the King in your lifetime.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye hugged the back of his head with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Aale and Barazite’s theory, creating a social media account was extremely useful for a player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tang Ye’s situation was a bit special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had too many haters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being scolded by fans, Tang Ye felt uneasy and went to bed early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, he woke up to see the time: 10:12, and 21 missed calls from Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky had fallen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was Sunday in the Netherlands—normally a rest day—but due to scheduling, Ten Hag had swapped Sunday with next Monday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s alarm only rang on weekdays, so now he was late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was nearly two hours late!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scrambled out of bed, skipped breakfast, and rushed to the training ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang, you bastard, get over here—right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Tang Ye stepped halfway onto the pitch, Ten Hag’s voice flew toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, ss—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took a deep breath, looked at Ten Hag’s dark face, and slowly walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric, I actually forgot today was training…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you going to tell me you forgot today was training day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, how did you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to hell—you’ve started taking training time lightly now that you can get into the cafeteria?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag kicked Tang Ye squarely on the ass: “Honestly, the sows in the neighboring village are more diligent—they wake up on time every morning to eat. You haven’t had breakfast, have you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew it—lazy pig!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag was furious, and Tang Ye felt wronged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday’s trolling on Weibo had made him forget to set his alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Eric, believe me, this was truly a mistake—I won’t let it happen again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t let it happen again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag stared into Tang Ye’s eyes, waiting for a firm confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ok.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag nodded, pulled out his phone from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he played a recording for Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mr. Eric, believe me, this was truly a mistake—I won’t let it happen again.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This, this is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what you told me last week. Remember?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, and last week’s too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag played another recording—the exact same sentence, only the speaking pace differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag patted Tang Ye on the back: “Make up the missed training time tonight. Skip today’s morning session—go eat breakfast at the cafeteria.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Tang Ye’s retreating back, Ten Hag called out: “The sows in Montford Village wake up at 7:30 a.m. to eat. Tang, when will you catch up to those sows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Ten Hag finished speaking, Tang Ye’s system reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【At 37, your body can no longer keep up with training—you need more sleep, but your head coach doesn’t understand. He treats you like a 16-year-old, unaware you’re no longer in your energetic youth.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Start in an Eredivisie match and achieve results (rating, goals, assists)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reward: Portuguese Chest (chest tier correlates with performance in starting match)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s eyes lit up, but the smile he just showed vanished instantly into calmness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tenghahe  letting him start in the Dutch Cup was already a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To start in an Eredivisie match? Even if Tang Ye showed up thirty minutes early every day, it wouldn’t help!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 8:30 p.m. that night, Tulus and Tang Ye parted ways at the gym; soon after, Tulus received a call from Tenghahe .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Erik.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tulus greeted Tenghahe —Utrecht’s coaching staff had a strict hierarchy, and as the fitness coach, Tulus was directly subordinate to Tenghahe .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Tulus didn’t refuse when Tenghahe  asked him to add extra physical training for Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tenghahe ’s call came precisely timed—he knew Tang Ye had just finished training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How was tonight’s session?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Today we focused on strength—you know Tang never resists strength work, and my intensity is low anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Low intensity, huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tenghahe  paused, then voiced the question he’d been holding back: “Tell me this—can you increase training intensity for a player who’s only sixteen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Absolutely not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tulus shook his head vigorously: “Mr. Erik, it’s not that I don’t want to work overtime—it’s that Tang is only sixteen. His bones haven’t even fully developed yet. Heavy strength training now will damage his growth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tulus’s meaning was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye is sixteen—he can’t do squats with over a hundred kilograms like twenty-something adult players.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With added weight, Tang Ye could lift over a hundred kilograms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it would ruin his future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know strength training won’t work—I mean endurance. Make him run more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want him to start?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tulus, don’t worry about what I’m planning. Just answer: can you increase Tang’s endurance training volume and intensity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tulus didn’t hesitate: “Intensity? No. I’ll add ten percent to his current volume. With proper massage, he won’t get injured.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten percent? No, no, no—he’s sixteen. Don’t treat him like a thirty-year-old. Right now is when he’s most agile. Push him faster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tenghahe  said: “You’ve got to make that lazy pig run. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re trying to make him fly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then make him fly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tenghahe  shouted—those final words left Tulus speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re still impatient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Tenghahe  was speaking to Tulus, Fandejiahe  stood beside him. The two were now on Tenghahe ’s balcony, watching the view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my first season at Utrecht. I have to get everything right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tenghahe ’s expression was firm: “To take a team in poor form into the top twelve of the league, Michel—you know how tough our task is this season!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time moved forward. After the Dutch Cup match, Tang Ye felt his training volume gradually increasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye once approached Tenghahe  about the training load; the Dutchman replied that if Tang Ye wanted to keep his exemption from academic homework, he had to accept the coaching staff’s plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single sentence from Tenghahe  crushed Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good news: the two goals he scored against Sneek earned him thirty Comeback Points—worth six glasses of Grealish’s draft beer—so Tang Ye didn’t have to suffer the full pain of endurance training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad news: the system’s draft beer was just enhanced alcohol—it masked the fatigue, didn’t cure it. Every night, Tang Ye returned to his dorm utterly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he bought Kanté’s hot chocolate milk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye really wanted to buy hot chocolate milk—but it was way too expensive!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under this new training intensity, Tang Ye—who drank draft beer daily—discovered a serious problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily mission rewards gave only three Comeback Points, but one glass of draft beer cost five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant if training stayed at this level, Tang Ye would have to score or assist in matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, he couldn’t even afford a five-point draft beer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suffer small pain instead of big pain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed things weren’t so simple after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, move forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye shouted—the forward Balazet began his run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Snap!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A direct pass shot out, landing just ahead of Balazet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the ball lacked sufficient backspin at impact, it didn’t slow down as expected upon hitting the grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazet stretched his foot—but couldn’t reach the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【De Bruyne’s curved through-pass, Lv2: Similar】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proficiency: 49.5\u002F50\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye called out. Balazet shrugged: “Great angle, but the ball’s too fast, Tang. Can you slow it down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“End training for today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fandejiahe  said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye had delivered enough long passes today. Overtraining wouldn’t yield clear gains—better switch to a new drill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try one more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye raised his hand. Fandejiahe  didn’t refuse—he immediately kicked a spare ball over to Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht’s training was a live simulation: Tang Ye wasn’t just passing—he had to break through Amrabat’s defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sofyan, ease up a bit—give him some space!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fandejiahe  warned. Tang Ye took the ball and moved laterally, using a feint to shake off the slack Amrabat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t rush—pull a little farther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye spotted Balazet, now free of his marker. He curled his inside foot around the ball and sent it flying with a sharp *pop*.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Similar to the last long pass, but this time Tang Ye added strong backspin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball struck the grass—and instantly slowed, arriving perfectly at Balazet’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balazet struck a powerful shot—goal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【De Bruyne’s curved through-pass, Lv2: Similar】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Proficiency: 50\u002F50】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Lv2: Similar → Lv3: Simulate】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Passing: 72 → 74】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2052,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6b47819d0dcc6c05690fe3b098ef511e6efc4e6551dcbd197b9eba7c1cadc70a","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-33","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-31",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]