Chapter 34: The Agent Who Came Knocking

In the locker room after the match, Ramselaar and Balazit chased Tang Ye around in a frenzy.

"Don't run, come celebrate with us!"

"Stop running, Tang!"

Tang Ye darted around the locker room, running even faster than he had during the match.

He had no choice; Ramselaar and Balazit, those two rascals, were charging at him with bottles of mineral water.

They wanted to pour the water all over Tang Ye!

"No, no, no, don't do this, I didn't bring a change of clothes."

"Then don't wear any!"

Balazit leaped straight over the bed in the middle and reached out to grab Tang Ye.

Tang Ye reacted incredibly quickly, dashing behind Amrabat.

That way, Balazit wouldn't be able to splash water on him.

Who would have known that Amrabat would suddenly turn around and grab Tang Ye by the wrist in one swift motion.

"Hey, Sofyan, what are you doing?"

"No, let me go, let me go!"

"Aren't we good friends? Why? No!"

Betrayed by Amrabat, Tang Ye was caught as Balazit and Ramselaar rushed up and poured the entire contents of their mineral water bottles over his head.

This was how the Utrecht players celebrated victory.

"Wohooo!!!"

"Damn it, Sofyan, you betrayed me!"

Sitting on the floor, Tang Ye glared fiercely at Amrabat before him: "I will never trust you again!"

Amrabat ignored Tang Ye, grabbed another bottle of mineral water, and walked toward him with a grin.

"No, bro, good bro, don't do this, Sofyan, remember our friendship!"

Seeing trouble approaching, Tang Ye jumped up and ran.

While running, he snatched the half-drunk bottle of mineral water from Fan De Marell's hand and caught Amrabat completely off guard.

"Hahaha, Sofyan, you're still too weak!"

Tang Ye stepped backward, his heel stepping on something unknown.

He turned to look.

It was Ten Hag, who had just returned from an interview.

In this match, Utrecht defeated their opponent 3-1; on the basis of such a victory, Ten Hag scored another goal in the post-match press conference, achieving a three-goal lead over Cambuur.

"Every time I come back to the locker room, the floor is wet; can't you change your way of celebrating?"

Ten Hag pointed at the shoes on his feet: "I'm wearing leather shoes; it's very easy to slip."

"I'm even wearing slippers."

Tang Ye pointed at his own feet.

"... Alright, let's not talk about that."

Ten Hag took the mineral water bottle from Tang Ye's hand, finished the remaining water, and then stuffed the empty bottle back into Tang Ye's arms.

"Guys, today was a good victory, but we must maintain our focus on the matches."

"3-1, but our opponent today was on the weaker side; later we will encounter stronger teams like Feyenoord, PSV Eindhoven, and Ajax. I hope that after facing those teams, you can still celebrate like this today."

Ten Hag's authority still held; after these words were spoken, the locker room fell silent, everyone quietly watching Ten Hag.

Except for Tang Ye, who was wiping his hair with a Mao Jin, and Amrabat, who was wiping his body with a Mao Jin.

"But!"

"Today we achieved victory."

"You have earned a holiday lasting two days!"

!!!

"Woww!"

Tang Ye suddenly jumped up, grabbed a mineral water bottle, and started splashing it wherever there were the most people.

After splashing everyone, he ran straight out of the locker room.

Slipped away, slipped away!

Front-page headline of the "Utrecht Evening Post": The Royal Dutch Football Association and the Child Protection Organization investigated the Utrecht Football Club for alleged abuse of youth trainees. There was insufficient evidence to prove that head coach Ten Hag prevented Tang from entering the first-team cafeteria.

"We see him (referring to Tang Ye) every day; his favorite food is the raw herring slices in the cafeteria; that is his motivation for training," stated a staff member of the first-team cafeteria.

So said the first-team cafeteria staff.

"Voetbal": Currently, Tang's goal count in the Eredivisie has reached three goals, making him the U17 player with the most goals in the Eredivisie.

Check Dongqiu Di reposted: Utrecht defeated Cambuur 3-1 at home; head coach Ten Hag stated in the post-match interview that he was dissatisfied with the players' performance today, saying the actual score should have been 4-1, or even 5-1.

Ten Hag very generously gave the players a two-day holiday.

This was extremely comfortable; during these two days, Tang Ye only needed to complete his daily tasks to save up 6 Counterattack Points.

Besides the daily tasks, on the noon of the first day of the holiday, Tang Ye received a phone call from his parents.

Zhang Zhang Qingqing hoped Tang Ye would buy an apartment near the base so that he wouldn't have to live in the dormitory anymore.

However, Tang Ye stated that there was no need to do that.

Damn it, he was already over ten minutes late while living in the dormitory; if he bought a house outside, wouldn't he be half an hour late?

That afternoon, while playing FIFA in Zakka's room, Tang Ye received a phone call.

+0031, this was a local Dutch phone number.

Boer stated he was a football agent and hoped to establish some cooperation with Tang Ye.

"Unless you can help me beat my friend at FIFA, I won't cooperate with you."

As Tang Ye spoke, he prepared to hang up, but Boer hurriedly stopped him: "Don't rush, don't rush, I'm not a scammer."

"I know you're not a scammer, but I feel I don't need an agent; I'm doing very well right now."

"No, no, no, you're still young and don't understand the role of an agent. Listen, I can negotiate benefits for you with the club, you know, higher wages."

Boer spoke very quickly.

He had spent 8,000 euros on information fees to obtain Tang Ye's phone number from an internal staff member at Utrecht.

This was a gamble; he was betting that Tang Ye could achieve success.

But there was a prerequisite: Tang Ye had to be willing to come out and talk with him.

If Tang Ye treated him as a scammer, then Boer would have lost this gamble before it even began.

"Bye-bye, my good friend."

Beep!

Tang Ye hung up the phone.

"What's wrong? Why were you begging for help on the phone? Haha, can you win a single game today?"

Zakka shook the PS4 controller in his hand; they had played FIFA matches for one hour, yet Tang Ye hadn't won a single round.

"I've only been playing this game for a short time; we should play LOL or Hearthstone. You wouldn't be able to beat me there. Do you know how good I am at Hearthstone? I could crush you with just one hand."

"Alright, alright, I know, so can you tell me who called you?"

Zakka was curious about Tang Ye's phone call because, according to Zakka's memory, apart from calls with the +86 code, Tang Ye's phone basically never rang.

"Oh, that was a football agent's call; Shi Misi must have sold my phone number."

"An agent!"

Zakka placed the controller on the bed, turned to look at Tang Ye, and said: "Are you already strong enough for agents to contact you proactively? Come on, why did you hang up directly?"

Seeing Tang Ye remain unmoved before him, Zakka began to explain: "Just like in the game, an agent can help you transfer clubs. Moreover, it's not just that; an agent can communicate with the club on your behalf to get you a better contract."

"You can even have the agent write a holiday clause into your contract!"

"Wow!?"

Tang Ye's eyes lit up.

So one could actually fight for holidays through an agent!

Without further nonsense, Tang Ye called back immediately.

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(End of Chapter)