Chapter 45: Portuguese Legend Chest

At 37, you started your second match in the Eredivisie, scoring two goals and assisting in a brilliant counterattack. Though you didn’t register an assist on the penultimate touch, you showed no sign of disappointment—because at 37, you were the team’s only pillar.

Portuguese Legend Chest → Portuguese Legend Chest: 90% chance to obtain a superstar skill, 10% chance to obtain a legendary player skill.

Legendary Chest!

After hearing the system’s post-match summary, Tang Ye’s eyes sparkled.

Two goals and creating a clear chance for a teammate to score—this was the first time in Tang Ye’s career he achieved this, triggering the system’s bonus reward.

10% chance to open a legendary chest!

Looking at the “Use” button beneath the chest, Tang Ye didn’t rush.

Opening a chest required caution; Tang Ye decided to finish today’s post-match interview first.

This was Tang Ye’s first-ever on-field interview; the reporter assigned to him was a blonde woman, seemingly in her early thirties.

“Tang, two goals at 16—congratulations!”

The female reporter smiled as she greeted Tang Ye, who walked up to the advertising board.

She showered him with praise, making Tang Ye embarrassed—he just rubbed his face and stayed silent.

Young players often shy; Tang Ye was already among the more composed ones.

“You started last match and scored two goals, and today you started again and scored two. Utrecht fans call you the future of the team—what do you think?”

The future of the team?

Tang Ye stepped back: “Oh, I’m grateful for the fans’ trust, but it’s still too early to say that. My coach told me during training that my talent is average even by Eredivisie standards—I don’t want fans to have too many expectations of me.”

He didn’t want fans to have high expectations because he didn’t want to bear that pressure.

That kind of pressure kept you awake at night!

Tang Ye’s unusual mindset caught the reporter’s attention, but her focus was entirely on his previous statement.

“Tang, are you saying your coach thinks your talent is poor?”

“Yeah, that’s right—I know it myself.”

Tang Ye nodded: “I used to think talent was crucial for a player, but my view has changed.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“Sure. I’m proof: two months ago, my skills were terrible, but after two months of extra training, they’ve improved rapidly.”

Speaking of extra training, Tang Ye instantly perked up: “You know, I train every night until 9:30, sometimes even until 10.”

The reporter frowned: “Extra training—was it forced on you?”

“No no no, it’s voluntary—definitely voluntary.”

Tang Ye explained: “My coach didn’t require it, but I chose to set my own tasks—that’s why I’m standing here today.”

“My goodness!”

The reporter suddenly understood.

There was no prodigy!

Just silent, relentless effort!

The reporter’s gaze toward Tang Ye shifted from curiosity to admiration.

“Okay, last question.”

The reporter pulled out a small note from her pocket: “Tang, reports say you’ve returned to the first-team cafeteria—is that true?”

Tang Ye nodded, and the reporter then asked if she could quiz him on a few things about Utrecht’s first-team cafeteria.

“Ask anything.”

Tang Ye shrugged indifferently.

She just wanted proof he’d returned to the first-team cafeteria, right?

Since Tenghahe was investigated by the FA and the Youth Protection Association, Tang Ye had been eating in the first-team cafeteria—nearly two weeks already.

What didn’t he know about the first-team cafeteria?

“Alright, first question: how many chefs are there in Utrecht’s first-team cafeteria?”

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“Damn, you’re making this really hard for me!”

In the locker room, Tenghahe shoved Tang Ye into a corner: “Idiot, the FA’s definitely coming to investigate our base again—and that damn Youth Protection Association. What the hell does that have to do with them?”

“Because Tang is only 16—even as a foreigner, he’s protected by youth laws,” Fan De reminded him.

“So why didn’t you answer the reporter’s question?”

Tenghahe spread his hands toward Tang Ye.

To Tang Ye, it was just answering a few casual questions in front of a reporter.

But to Tenghahe , he now had to submit reports to the FA and face supervision from the Dutch Youth Protection Association.

“I couldn’t help it—they asked me how many chefs were in the kitchen. What was I supposed to say? I don’t eat the chefs.”

I can’t help it—they asked me how many chefs are in the kitchen, what was I supposed to do? I don’t eat chefs.

Tenghahe covered his face with both hands: “You’re too naive. Next time, you can refuse to answer—saves you a lot of trouble.”

Tenghahe covered his face with both hands: “You’re too naive. Next time something like this happens, you can refuse to answer—it’ll save you a lot of trouble.”

Tang Ye chewed his gum, surprised he hadn’t thought of that.

Still, his interview had caused trouble for his head coach, which made Tang Ye feel his words hadn’t been wasted.

That bastard Tenghahe deserved close monitoring by the Youth Protection Association!

That awful Tenghahe should be put under strict supervision by the Youth Protection Association!

The Utrecht Evening News, front page: Dutch Royal FA staff requested surveillance footage from the first-team cafeteria to prove Tenghahe hadn’t abused youth players, but Utrecht refused, calling it “inappropriate.”

Dongqiu Di: Back-to-back braces—overseas youngster Tang Ye delivers a stellar performance, helping his team advance in the Dutch Cup. Could China soon welcome a top attacking midfielder?

After the match, the team bus returned the players to the base; Tenghahe immediately dismissed them to go home and rest.

Since it was Sunday, Tang Ye didn’t need to stay for extra training—he headed straight back to his dorm.

Since today was Sunday, Tang Ye didn’t need to stay behind for extra training and returned directly to his dorm.

At the staircase, he ran into Zaka, who wanted to play games with him—but Tang Ye waved him off immediately.

Tonight, he had something far more important to do.

Opening the chest!

Back in his dorm, Tang Ye, already showered, washed his face again, then meticulously cleaned both hands with soap.

He sat down at his computer desk.

【Open Portuguese Superstar/Legend Chest?】

【Do you want to open the Portuguese Star/Legend Chest?】

Huh…

Tang Ye regulated his breathing.

He hadn’t been this nervous in a long time!

There was no choice—this was a legendary chest!

And a Portuguese legendary chest!

And it’s a Portuguese Legend Chest!

The chest opened, just like in the FIFA game he played, revealing clues one by one.

1. Portuguese nationality

2. Club or national team captain

3. 15+ goals in a single league season

4. Product of Sporting CP

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The clues didn’t specify whether this was a superstar chest or a legendary chest, but Tang Ye already had a guess.

Product of Sporting CP, peak market value over 70 million euros (superstar chest threshold), and a super striker who scored 15+ goals in a single season.

He came from Sport Lisboa e Benfica, had a peak market value over 70 million euros (Star Chest threshold), and was a super striker capable of scoring 15+ goals in a single season.

Tang Ye was extremely, extremely excited.

Because he had a feeling—he was about to gain an incredible shooting skill!

Because he had a hunch—he was about to gain an incredible shooting skill!

He took a deep breath; even before receiving the skill, he was already worrying.

How would he explain suddenly having top-tier shooting as a midfielder?

No problem—he’d just say he got lucky!

The chest fully opened; the red photo of the player gradually sharpened.

Tang Ye clenched his fists tightly.

Come on!

Don’t hide anymore, Cristiano—just show yourself!

【You obtained Bruno Fernandes’ First Touch Module (Superstar Level)】

【You obtained Bruno Fernandes’ First Touch Module (Star Level)】

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(End of chapter)