Chapter 48: No Way, You Really Have Them? (Please Follow Monday!)

Nudie photos?

Or is it Ten Hag’s nudie photos?

Tang Ye was also headachy.

He realized his system had gone to two extremes.

When it works, it’s incredibly powerful; when it doesn’t, it’s utterly useless.

Ten Hag’s nudie photos?

What use is this kind of thing?

And isn’t Ten Hag Dutch?

Why did his nudie photos come out of a Brazilian chest?

“Wait!”

Tang Ye suddenly thought of something, entered the system interface, and re-read the previous message.

【You obtained 1 nudie photo of Eric Ten Hag (from Anthony)】

Ssshh—

Drink some water and calm down.

According to Tang Ye’s deduction, this Anthony should be Brazilian.

Since Anthony possessed Ten Hag’s nudie photos, this reward was categorized under the Brazilian chest.

Damn, when Tang Ye learned the reward was a Brazilian chest in the afternoon, he thought he’d definitely get a skill to improve ball sense.

Now it seems…

Forget it, Tang Ye couldn’t even look at it anymore.

He tidied up the desk he’d messed up, opened his laptop, and prepared to play a few games of Hearthstone before bed—when his door suddenly knocked.

Tang Ye remained perfectly calm: he closed his laptop first, then went to open the door.

Sure enough, the one who just knocked was Ten Hag!

“Eh, Mr. Eric…”

Tang Ye stammered, leading Ten Hag into the room; as he passed the computer, he quietly shut it off.

“Oh, it’s fine, leave your computer on—I won’t look at what’s inside.”

Ten Hag waved his hand.

Last time he found something unpleasant inside Tang Ye’s computer, he learned his lesson—he wouldn’t look again.

“It’s fine, I was just about to go to sleep anyway.”

Tang Ye sat on the bed, leaving the chair in front of the computer for Ten Hag: “Mr. Ten Hag, what did you need?”

“Ayoubu came to see me. Do you know about this? After training ended this afternoon, he came to my office.”

Ten Hag spoke slowly: “Tang, you know Ayoubu is a veteran player—I have to take his advice seriously.”

“...”

Tang Ye stayed silent.

Ayoubu’s position was taken by him; now Ten Hag was coming to him about Ayoubu’s complaint.

Considering Ten Hag himself was a thoroughly unpleasant man, Tang Ye felt a foreboding.

“So, Mr. Ten Hag, what do you need me to do?”

“Oh, not exactly something to do.”

Ten Hag waved his hand, appearing indifferent: “I mean, your position is under threat—if you don’t perform well enough, I’ll have to bench you. So… yeah, you need to work harder.”

Of course!

Tang Ye sighed silently.

Just as he’d expected—Ten Hag probably hadn’t come for anything good.

That damn Dutchman wanted to pressure him into extra training using Ayoubu’s threat!

“Hey, don’t be upset!”

Ten Hag noticed Tang Ye’s expression and quickly added: “Don’t you think I’ve been fair? You’re more valuable to the team than Ayoubu, so I kept you in the starting eleven. Some clueless Utrecht fans even spread rumors that you have my nudie photos!”

“Haha, you have no idea how wild these players’ imaginations are.”

As he spoke, Ten Hag pointed at Tang Ye’s mouth: “Tang, got any gum?”

Tang Ye pointed to the desk drawer—his gum was all stored there.

“Wait!”

Tang Ye suddenly remembered something and hurried to say it.

Too late.

Ten Hag’s hand slowly rose, his eyes locked on the photo pulled from the drawer.

He leaned forward, staring at Tang Ye: “No, no, you really have them?”

“Nonononono!”

Tang Ye was under immense pressure—he rushed forward and snatched the photo from Ten Hag’s hand: “Hey, Eric, listen to me, listen, don’t panic!”

“Tom!”

Ten Hag stood up from the computer chair, spreading his hands: “You can’t play these tricks! Is this Photoshop? Damn it, you shouldn’t be doing this—it’s slander! You didn’t post it on Instagram, right?”

“Of course not. No, listen to me, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I shouldn’t even have this!”

Tang Ye held the photo in his hand, walked to the bathroom in front of Ten Hag, and held it over the toilet.

“It’s a misunderstanding… yeah, a misunderstanding…”

Tang Ye slipped the photo back into his pocket.

Ten Hag: ?

“Tang, you wouldn’t spread rumors about me, right? You know these things are fake, but they still cause serious damage.”

Tang Ye didn’t answer, increasing the Dutchman’s pressure.

You’re my star pupil—why are you doing this to me!

“Tang… can I ask you a question?”

Tang Ye kept his hands in his jacket pockets, looking awkward: “Mr. Ten Hag, go ahead.”

“Have I been decent to you?”

…

Time moved to the day of the match against Twente.

“Cough, guys, how’s this new equipment? Clearer, right?”

“OK, today’s match is Eredivisie Round 11: Utrecht vs. Twente. Both teams’ players are ready in the tunnel.”

“Let’s introduce the away team’s starting lineup—wait, I don’t recognize any of these players. I need to check on Dongqiu Di. Hold on, hold on.”

“OK, got it. Twente’s lineup today is 4-3-3. Goalkeeper is Dromer…”

“Now our home team, Utrecht! F! C!”

“Starting player: Tang Ye! Tang Ye! Still Tang Ye!”

“Tang the King continues to start—no need to look at anyone else’s position.”

“Just this starting lineup, Twente’s morale is already down 30%. I don’t even know how they can win.”

【Don’t know how the away team can win? This streamer’s so arrogant?】

【You’re new here, haven’t felt Tang the King’s terror yet.】

【Grab a stool and sit tight. Xiao Chao’s really grown—60,000+ viewers in the stream? Still a pirated one?】

【Xiao Chao? Brother Chao!】

【How many will Brother Meng guess today? Feels like Twente won’t be easy to handle.】

【Damn, I’m 16 and still in high school—Tang Ye’s already starting in the Eredivisie, holy shit.】

Every time Utrecht played, Wang Chao’s stream viewership surged—each time higher than the last.

If the time suited China better, like today’s 9:30 PM Beijing time match, the numbers would be even higher.

…

At the Goffert Stadium, after downing a [Valdi Red Bull], the match began.

Twente played 4-3-3, with Ziyech as the central core—their absolute key player and Tang Ye’s direct opponent.

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

Seven million euros? Sounds impressive—but he only had one more zero than Tang Ye.

Because Tang Ye’s current market value? Zero!

“I got it, I got it.”

Tang Ye sprinted from behind, preparing to press Ziyech.

Tang Ye’s intent was to force Ziyech into a quick pass—but the guy was also a tough one, dribbling straight forward.

Completely ignoring Tang Ye as if he weren’t human!

“Damn, showing off like this?”

Tang Ye sneaked up from behind and launched a brutal tackle!

“Oh, Tang Ye missed—he didn’t touch Ziyech, and he fell down himself!”

“Ziyech! Pass it wide!”

“Shit, perfect pass—to the #11. Who’s the away team’s #11? Agyepn…”

Never mind, the away team’s number 11 is pressing Utrecht’s defense, Rieuwe!

Rieuwe, clear it!

Beautiful!

Clap clap clap!

Applause echoed through the live stream.

Thanks to Rieuwe’s foot clearance, Utrecht escaped danger.

This is Twente’s second corner kick of the match; let Moketuo take it.

Thwack!

The corner is taken; at the first point, Agye Pang suddenly sprints into the penalty area from the left.

Rieuwe, who had just cleared the ball, made a fatal mistake.

He let Agye Pang run past him!

Number 11, jump and head it!

No!

……

(End of chapter)