Chapter 48: No Way, You Actually Have Them? (Requesting Monday Follow Reads!)

Nude photos?

And of Ten Hag?

Tang Ye felt a headache coming on.

He realized his system had gone to two extremes.

When it was helpful, it was incredibly so; when it wasn't, it was utterly useless.

Nude photos of Ten Hag?

What use could such a thing possibly be?

Besides, isn't Ten Hag Dutch?

Why were his nude photos found inside a Brazil chest?

"Wait!"

Tang Ye suddenly remembered something, entered the system interface, and re-read the message from earlier.

【You have obtained 1 nude photo of Erik Ten Hag (from Antony)】

Hiss—

Drink some water to calm down.

Based on Tang Ye's deduction, this Antony must be Brazilian.

Since Antony possessed Ten Hag's nude photos, this reward was categorized within the Brazil chest.

Damn it; when he learned the reward was a Brazil chest this afternoon, Tang Ye had thought he would definitely receive a skill to improve his ball sense no matter what.

But now it seems...

Forget it; Tang Ye really couldn't bear to look anymore.

After tidying the desk he had messed up, Tang Ye opened his laptop, planning to play a few rounds of Hearthstone before sleeping, but just then, there was a knock at his door.

Tang Ye remained very calm; he first closed his laptop before going to open the door.

As expected, the person who had knocked was Ten Hag!

"E-Erik, Mr."

Tang Ye stammered, ushering Ten Hag into the room; while passing by the computer, Tang Ye secretly turned it off.

"Oh, it's fine, you can leave the computer on; I won't look at what's inside,"

Ten Hag waved his hand.

Last time he had found something unpleasant on Tang Ye's computer; having learned his lesson, he would never look at Tang Ye's computer again.

"It's fine; anyway, I was just about to go to sleep,"

Tang Ye sat on the bed, leaving the chair in front of the computer desk for Ten Hag: "Mr. Erik, is there something you need from me?"

"Ayoub came to see me; do you know about this? He came to my office right after training ended this afternoon."

Ten Hag spoke slowly: "Tang, you know Ayoub is a veteran player of the team; I have to listen seriously to his suggestions."

"..."

Tang Ye remained silent.

It was Tang Ye who had displaced Ayoub from his position, and now Ten Hag was coming to him regarding the matter of Ayoub seeking him out.

Considering that Ten Hag himself was a very detestable person, Tang Ye now felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"So, Mr. Erik, do you need me to do something?"

"Oh, it's not about doing anything specific."

Ten Hag waved his hand, displaying an attitude of complete indifference: "What I mean is, your position is under threat; if you don't deliver a good enough performance, I will have to replace you in the starting lineup. So... hmm, you need to work harder."

As expected!

Tang Ye sighed silently.

It was pretty much as he had anticipated; Ten Hag seeking him out was likely nothing good.

That detestable Dutchman wanted to use the pressure from Ayoub to force him into voluntarily adding extra training sessions!

"Hey, you don't need to be sad!"

Seeing Tang Ye's expression was off, Ten Hag quickly reminded him: "Actually, don't you think I've been very fair? Your contribution to the team is better than Ayoub's, so I made you the starter; some Utrecht fans who don't know better are even spreading rumors that you have my nude photos!"

"Haha, you really don't know the imagination of those players."

Saying this, Ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye's mouth: "Tang, do you have any more chewing gum?"

Tang Ye pointed to the drawer of the computer desk; all his chewing gum was stored inside the drawer.

"Wait!"

Tang Ye suddenly remembered something and quickly spoke up.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Ten Hag's hand slowly rose, his eyes fixed intently on the photograph being pulled out from the computer desk drawer.

Stretching his neck, he looked at Tang Ye before him: "No, no way, you actually have them?"

"Nonononono!"

Tang Ye was now under immense pressure; he rushed forward and snatched the photograph from Ten Hag's hand: "Hey, Erik, listen to me, listen to me, okay? Don't panic!"

"Tom!"

Ten Hag stood up from the computer chair, spreading his hands toward Tang Ye: "You can't play with these things! Is this Photoshop? Damn it, you shouldn't be playing with these things; this is slander against me. You didn't post this on Instagram, did you?"

"Of course not. Wait, no, listen to me; this is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding! I shouldn't even have this thing!"

Holding the photograph in his hand, Tang Ye walked into the bathroom right in front of Ten Hag, holding the photo suspended over the flushing toilet.

"This is a misunderstanding, hmm, a misunderstanding..."

Tang Ye put the photograph back into his pocket.

Ten Hag:?

"Tang, you wouldn't spread rumors about me, right? You know, even though these things are fake, they will cause me a lot of negative impact."

Tang Ye did not answer Ten Hag's question, which put considerable pressure on the Dutchman.

You are my prized student, why treat me like this!

"Tang,... may I ask you a question?"

Tang Ye placed his hands in his jacket pockets, his expression somewhat awkward: "Mr. Sitting Like, please go ahead."

"I've treated you quite well usually, haven't I?"

Time arrived at the day of the match against Twente.

"Cough, cough, brothers, how is it, does this new equipment of mine sound clearer?"

"OK, today is the 11th round of the Eredivisie, the match between Utrecht and Twente; players from both teams are already ready in the tunnel."

"Let's first introduce the starting lineup for the away team; wait, I don't recognize any of these players, I need to check Check Dongqiu Di, just a moment, just a moment."

"OK, got it, Twente is playing a 4-3-3 formation today, the goalkeeper is Drommel..."

"And now our home team, Utrecht! F! C!"

"Starting player, Tang Ye! Tang Ye! Still Tang Ye!"

"Tang Tang Qiuwang continues to start, so we don't even need to look at the players in other positions."

"Just with this one starting lineup, Twente's momentum is at least 30% weaker; I already don't know how the away team can win."

【Don't know how the away team can win? Is this streamer so arrogant?】

【The person above must be visiting for the first time, hasn't experienced the terror of Tang Tang Qiuwang.】

【Grab a bench and sit down quickly. Xiao Chao has really made something of himself; there are over 60,000 people in the livestream room, is this still a pirated stream?】

【Xiao Chao? Brother Chao!】

【How many is Brother Meng planning to guess today? It feels like this Twente team won't be easy to handle.】

【Damn, I'm 16 and still in my first year of high school, while Tang Ye is directly starting in the Eredivisie, holy crap.】

Whenever there is a Utrecht match, the number of viewers in Wang Chao's livestream room would surge, increasing each time.

If time were a bit kinder to China, just like today's match which starts at 9:30 Beijing time, the number of viewers in the livestream room would be even higher.

At the Galgenwaard Stadium, after downing a cup of 【Valdi Red Bull】, the match officially began.

Twente was playing a 4-3-3, with the core being Ziyech standing right in the middle; he was the absolute core within the Twente team and also the player marking Tang Ye.

Ziyech's market value was a full 7 million euros.

7 million euros looks very impressive, but in reality, he only has one more zero than Tang Ye.

Because Tang Ye's current market value is 0!

"I got it, I got it."

Tang Ye ran up from behind, preparing to apply pressure on Ziyech.

Tang Ye's original intention was to make Ziyech pass the ball quickly, but he didn't expect this guy to be a ruthless character too, carrying the ball and running straight forward.

Not treating Tang Ye like a human at all!

"Holy crap, so showy?"

Tang Ye secretly ran up from behind and executed a violent slide tackle!

"Eh, Tang Ye made a mistake; the slide tackle didn't touch Ziyech, and he fell to the ground himself!"

"Ziyech! Pass the ball towards the baseline!"

"Damn, that was a good pass, it reached number 11; who is this number 11 for the away team? Agyepn..."

"Never mind, the away team's number 11 is pressing Utrecht's defense line, Lieuwé!"

"Lieuwé, clears it with one kick!"

"Beautiful!"

Clap clap clap!

The sound of applause came from the livestream room.

Thanks to Lieuwé's leg extension to destroy the threat, Utrecht averted danger.

This was Twente's second corner kick opportunity of the match, handed to Mokhtar to take.

Crack!

The corner kick was taken; at the first point position, Agyepong suddenly ran into the penalty area from the left.

Lieuwé, who had just completed the clearance, made a fatal mistake.

He let Agyepong run past him!

"Number 11, jump up, header!"

"No!"

(End of Chapter)