[{"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-34":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},2300004,4499,"Chapter 34: The Agent Who Came to His Door","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-34",34,"\u003Cp>In the locker room after the match, Ramselaar and Barazite chased Tang Ye around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t run, come celebrate with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t run, Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye circled the locker room, running faster than he had during the match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no escape—Ramselaar and Barazite, those two terrible guys, were charging at him with bottles of mineral water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to pour water all over Tang Ye!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no, don’t do that, I don’t have a change of clothes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then don’t wear any!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barazite leapt straight over the middle bed and reached out to grab Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye reacted instantly, sprinting behind Amrabat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That way, Barazite wouldn’t splash him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Amrabat turned around instantly and seized Tang Ye’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Sofyan, what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, let go, let go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t we good friends? Why, no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was betrayed by Amrabat; Barazite and Ramselaar poured all the water from their bottles over Tang Ye’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was how Utrecht players celebrated victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wohooo!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, Sofyan, you betrayed me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye sat on the floor, glaring fiercely at Amrabat: “I won’t trust you again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat ignored Tang Ye and grabbed another bottle of mineral water, grinning as he walked toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, brother, good brother, don’t do this, Sofyan, remember our friendship!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing trouble coming, Tang Ye jumped up and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While running, he snatched the half-drunk bottle of mineral water from Van der Maarel’s hand and hurled it at Amrabat, catching him off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, Sofyan, you’re still too weak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye stepped back—and his heel landed on something unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ten Hag, just back from his interview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht had won 3-1; on this basis, Ten Hag had added another goal in his post-match press conference, extending his lead over Cambuur to three goals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every time I come back to the locker room, the floor is wet. Can’t you find another way to celebrate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag pointed to his shoes: “I’m wearing leather shoes—I could easily slip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m wearing slippers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye pointed to his own feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Alright, let’s drop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag took the mineral water bottle from Tang Ye’s hand, drank the remaining water, then shoved the empty bottle into Tang Ye’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guys, it was a good win today, but we must stay focused on the game.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“3-1, but our opponent today was weak. Later on, we’ll face stronger teams—Feyenoord, PSV, Ajax. I hope you’ll celebrate like this when you face them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag still carried authority; after he spoke, the locker room fell silent, everyone staring at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Tang Ye, drying his hair, and Amrabat, drying his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today we won.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You get a two-day holiday!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Woww!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye suddenly jumped up, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and flung it wherever there were people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drenching everyone, he bolted out of the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone, gone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Utrecht Evening News, front page: The Dutch Football Association and the Youth Protection Organization investigated Utrecht FC for alleged abuse of youth players. No sufficient evidence proved that head coach Ten Hag barred Tang from the first-team cafeteria.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We see him every day (referring to Tang Ye). He loves eating raw herring from the cafeteria—that’s his motivation for training,” said a cafeteria staff member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voetbal: Tang has now scored three goals in the Eredivisie, making him the top-scoring U17 player in the league.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongqiu Di reposted: Utrecht defeated Cambuur 3-1 at home. Head coach Ten Hag said in his post-match interview that he was dissatisfied with his players’ performance; the actual score should have been 4-1, even 5-1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dongqiu Di reposted: Utrecht won 3-1 at home against Cambuur; head coach Ten Hag said in his post-match interview that he was dissatisfied with his players’ performance today, and the actual score should have been 4-1, even 5-1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag generously gave the players two days off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was very comfortable—during these two days, Tang Ye only needed to complete his daily tasks to earn six Comeback Points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides daily tasks, on the first day of the holiday, at noon, Tang Ye received a call from his parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Qingqing wanted Tang Ye to buy a house near the base so he wouldn’t have to live in the dorm anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tang Ye said it wasn’t necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, if he’s late ten minutes living in the dorm, how late would he be if he lived outside and bought a house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon, while playing FIFA in Zakaria’s room, Tang Ye got a call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>+0031—the number was a Dutch local number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boer claimed to be a football agent and wanted to collaborate with Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unless you can beat my friend in FIFA, I won’t work with you,” Tang Ye said, preparing to hang up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boer quickly stopped him: “Wait, wait, I’m not a scammer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’re not a scammer, but I don’t need an agent—I’m doing fine right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no, you’re young—you don’t understand what an agent does. Listen, I can negotiate better deals for you with the club—you know, more salary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no, you’re still young, you don’t understand the role of an agent. Listen, I can negotiate better terms for you with the club—you know, higher wages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paid 8,000 euros for the information to get Tang Ye’s phone number from someone inside Utrecht.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a gamble—he bet Tang Ye would achieve something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was one condition: Tang Ye had to be willing to meet and talk with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Tang Ye thought he was a scammer, Boer had already lost before the gamble even began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bye, my good buddy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong? Why are you asking for help on the phone? Haha, can you win even once today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zakaria waved his PS4 controller—they’d played FIFA for an hour, and Tang Ye hadn’t won a single match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve only played this game a short time. We should play LOL or Hearthstone—you can’t beat me there. You know how good I am at Hearthstone? I can crush you with one hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, I know. But tell me who called you, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zakaria was curious about the call—according to his memory, aside from +86 numbers, Tang Ye’s phone rarely rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, it was a football agent. Probably Smith sold my number.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, this is the football agent’s number—Smith must have sold my number.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zakaria dropped his controller on the bed and turned to Tang Ye: “You’re already strong enough that agents are reaching out to you? Come on, why did you hang up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Tang Ye unmoved, Zakaria explained: “Just like in the game, an agent can help you transfer. But not just that—an agent can negotiate with the club for better contracts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can even get vacation clauses written into your contract!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can even have your agent write vacation clauses into your contract!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So an agent could help him secure vacation time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further delay, Tang Ye called back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further delay, Tang Ye called back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1180,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9fccff0806bae5b61298835251d362bb40e23f45d43dd1aa3cd7b124fb02a8a7","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-35","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-33",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]