[{"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-77":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},2300047,4499,"Chapter 77: France","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-77",77,"\u003Cp>Koko left the press conference room, and about fifteen minutes later, Ten Hag walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although they won the match, Ten Hag’s expression was not good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason was simple: he had watched the entire interview with Koko on the locker room TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn Koko!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn the Ajax head coach!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag pulled out a chair and sat down, placing both hands on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said nothing, but the reporters below were already impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Eric, do you know what Koko just said?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Eric, Koko called you a ‘pig’ in his post-match interview. What is your response?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eric!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cough! Cough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag cleared his throat twice, and the press conference room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know what Koko said. I know everything. Koko might be angry—he has a bad temper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag wasn’t in a hurry. He had all the time in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Koko called me a ‘pig’ and a ‘fraud.’ Let him say whatever he wants. Coaches often become furious after losing a match, and when angry, people say foolish things—those words have no meaning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unlike Koko, I like facts. I like to speak with facts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag held up three fingers: “This season, we’ve played Ajax three times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First match: we drew. Second match: we led by one goal and won. Third match—today—we won again, by two goals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag retracted his three fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know why our number of wins keeps increasing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters shook their heads. Ten Hag extended his right index finger again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First match: I had only been coaching the team four months. I wasn’t yet familiar with everything, so I regret we didn’t win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his middle finger: “Second match: I had been coaching seven months—three more months. So we turned a draw into a win.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters below stared wide-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said nothing—not because they didn’t want to interrupt Ten Hag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because they had no idea what to say anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Ten Hag extended his ring finger: “Third match—today—I analyzed the experience from the second game and made targeted tactical adjustments. That’s why we won by two goals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Koko said I made no tactical adjustments. That is absolutely, absolutely wrong. If I hadn’t made adjustments, how did we win?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag used facts to strike back at Koko directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A fraud?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag spread his hands: “If I were a fraud, I wouldn’t have come to this team. I came because I knew I could lead this team to success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag knew he was not a fraud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht might have frauds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it could never be Ten Hag!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent, then suddenly erupted in applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single reporter below was conquered by Ten Hag!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the match, Utrecht’s players and coaching staff gradually arrived at the parking lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus was ready, but Ten Hag didn’t let the players get on right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye chewed gum and whispered to Amrabat beside him: “Mr. Eric seems angry? Did someone insult him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat nodded: “Insulted by Ajax’s head coach. When you went to the restroom, we stayed in the locker room and didn’t dare speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Insulted by the opposing head coach?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s lips curled upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good deeds bring good rewards, bad deeds bring bad ones—Ten Hag deserves this comeuppance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Tang Ye’s smile vanished—he noticed Ten Hag was watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Eric, keep going! I support you forever!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye clenched his right fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag said nothing. Soon, Koko and the Ajax players came down from upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag walked straight toward Koko, who immediately stopped: “What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think you’re clever. You told the reporters a lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ajax players surrounded Koko to protect him. Ten Hag couldn’t get through, so he shouted from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have someone to save me. Do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My good friend, you’re getting fired!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DQD: Clean sheet against Ajax, back to top of league table—head coaches exchange insults post-match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht Evening News front page: After the match, Ten Hag waited for Koko in the parking lot. When he saw Koko, Ten Hag mocked him: “I have someone to save me. Do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within just a few days, news about Ten Hag exploded on DQD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any headline containing “Ten Hag” received no fewer than a thousand comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, a Dutch Eredivisie head coach shouldn’t attract this much attention in China—but there was no help for it; this was Ten Hag’s charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Is Ten Hag really that arrogant?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Uh… kinda insane.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[To be honest, I feel Ten Hag really will lead Utrecht to greatness. I’ve followed the Eredivisie for years—Utrecht has never been this strong in any season.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[????]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Doesn’t anyone care about my Mong? My Mong helped the team a lot too!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Oh, and Tang Ye—honestly, the fact that Ten Hag promoted Tang Ye from the reserve team to the first team? I’d praise him for life. Saint Ten!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I think Koko was right—Ten Hag seems to have no real tactics. It’s all just Tang Ye bluffing up front.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Can someone explain what “I have someone to save me. Do you?” means?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fans fiercely debated Ten Hag’s remarks, but the most confusing was his parking lot line: “I have someone to save me. Do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew no one saved Koko.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what did Ten Hag mean by “I have someone to save me”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who saved him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just Chinese fans—Utrecht locals were also curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under fan pressure, Ten Hag was forced to explain on social media.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I am a devout Christian. Yesterday’s match was lucky—we were helped by God. Without doubt, the one who saved me is God.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides Ten Hag himself, some Dutch local journalists also publicly supported him on their social media.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht RTV’s chief reporter, Fan De, wrote an article about Utrecht FC on Twitter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the article, Fan De analyzed Ten Hag’s tactics and said they were highly deceptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This deception makes uninformed fans think Eric is not a qualified head coach—but the opposite is true: Eric is great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Koko's post-match comments had briefly made the club's senior management doubt Ten Hag—but after seeing these journalists' comments, the management felt only guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They made a mistake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doubting Ten Hag was an error that no club senior management could ever commit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[De Bruyne’s far-angle curling shot, Lv2: Simulate]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proficiency: 23.6\u002F70\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye exhaled deeply and gave a thumbs-up to Ruyter in front of the goal line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past few days, the first team had done countless shooting drills, and Tang Ye’s [Far-Angle Curling Shot] had improved significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Tang Ye’s estimate, he could raise this skill to Lv3 within two to three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far-angle curling shot was much harder to level up than curved through-passes—but Tang Ye had to put in the effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was his only shooting skill!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without curling far angles, Tang Ye could only score by sneaking in near the box!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang, don’t go to the base for dinner after training today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabat called out: “There’s an Indian restaurant in Montfort—we’re eating there tonight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indian food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye raised an eyebrow: “Amrabat, you really like Indian food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I like it too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ale walked over from somewhere and chimed in: “Lots of people are going. We have to celebrate—we’re top of the league now, league leaders!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After defeating Einhorn in the previous round, Utrecht climbed two spots in the league standings, now tied on points with Ajax and leading the table on goal difference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is Utrecht’s third time topping the league table this season—they must celebrate properly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabbat and Aale enthusiastically invited him; Tang Ye naturally didn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After afternoon training, Ten Hag and Van der Gaag entered the first-team cafeteria and found no players inside—only a few fitness coaches chatting together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Where is everyone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten Hag turned to Van der Gaag, who looked left and right: “Maybe Tang called them to play games?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the parking lot, Utrecht’s players wore casual clothes; captain Ramselaar walked at the front: “I’ve already booked it—we’ll eat at a restaurant first, then head to a bar. Damn, it’s been ages since I went to a bar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players were excited; Aale led Tang Ye to his white Mercedes: “Come on, Tang, ride with me—it’s a Mercedes, you know what a Mercedes is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could you not know, Aale? Tang is sixteen, not six!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jansen shook his head and asked Tang Ye whether he wanted to sit in front or back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll sit in the back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye ran to the back and after a moment stuck his head out: “Is there nothing to put your legs on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean, put your legs on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale didn’t understand. Tang Ye got out of the car and gestured to describe: “It’s a thing attached to the seat—you rest your legs on it, saves effort. Don’t all Mercedes have this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That doesn’t sound right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale frowned: “You’re sure it’s a Mercedes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it’s a Mercedes. But your Mercedes doesn’t have zongzi—you know zongzi? It’s a Chinese food. Mercedes should have a zongzi stuck on the side.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye described it, but Aale clearly had no idea what zongzi was, so he didn’t intend to pursue the matter further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never mind, it’s all the same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye waved his hand and ran to the front passenger seat: “I’ll sit up front! I’ll sit up front!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht’s cars drove down the road, playing soothing English songs inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the ride wasn’t very comfortable, Tang Ye enjoyed the feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what are we eating later?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale drove, turning to look at Tang Ye in the front passenger seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What we eat isn’t the point—the point is drinking. A meal means drinking!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck you, haha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jansen and Amrabbat behind them laughed: “Drinking? Haha! Come on, why is the kid joining?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabbat slapped the headrest behind Tang Ye’s neck: “Tang, have you ever drunk alcohol?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I’ve had a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye felt uneasy and made a tiny gesture with his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little? Fuck you. When we drink tonight, you take an Uber back to the dorm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amrabbat reached forward, grabbing Tang Ye’s shoulder: “Minors can’t drink in the Netherlands. Watch out—you’ll get arrested!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I don’t say anything, how will they know my age?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was cunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The system said he was thirty-seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is thirty-seven still a minor?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Indian restaurant wasn’t far from Utrecht’s base—about twenty minutes’ drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye? Tang Ye?” (in Chinese)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped out of the car, Tang Ye heard someone call his name and turned quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three Asian boys—likely Chinese—were standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, a star! Someone’s calling you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aale acted surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Utrecht team was here, yet those three Asians called only Tang Ye’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the power of Utrecht’s top star!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye coughed twice as the fans across the street ran over: “Tang Ye! Holy shit, I watched the game just a few days ago—the one against Einhorn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by three Chinese fans in the Netherlands, Tang Ye was flustered. The middle boy introduced them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were three Chinese international students, two of them hardcore fans—but not of any Eredivisie team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their main team was in Spain, but since they studied in the Netherlands, they often watched Eredivisie matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye was Chinese, so naturally they were interested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy pulled out his phone, swiped a few times, then showed the screen to Tang Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an electronic match ticket—six tickets total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick glance confirmed: these three had watched nearly every Utrecht match this season.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took a deep breath, signaled Aale and the others to go ahead, and stayed put: “Holy shit—you watched every game?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, pretty much. Except the one against Ajax.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan scratched his head: “I didn’t buy it right away, then the price jumped to over five hundred euros, so I missed it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy on the right pulled a pen from his backpack and asked if Tang Ye would sign their shirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Signature...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye took the pen and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his second time being asked for an autograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! Turn around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye had the Chinese fan turn around and signed on his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pen wasn’t designed for fabric—it was hard to write on cloth, but not impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have six people total?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye asked a strange question. The fan answered immediately: “Yes, we’re six. The other three are still working. Too bad—they didn’t get our luck, haha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye returned the pen: “I have six home guest tickets. Perfect for you guys. I don’t need them—do you want them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye’s words stunned the three fans. He continued: “They’re in the east stand—great view, but sometimes balls hit you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, you mean you’ll give us all your future guest tickets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, do you want them? It’s just writing a name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes! Yes yes yes! We want them! We want them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht Evening News front page headline—Reporter, using binoculars, discovered the Utrecht first-team cafeteria empty; Ten Hag allegedly banned all players from entering?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>February 12, Utrecht played away against Cambuur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before this match, Ajax defeated ADO Den Haag 4–2, meaning if Utrecht didn’t win, they’d lose the top spot in the league standings after this round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, with Ten Hag in charge, Utrecht would never disappoint their fans this season!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye, move left and right—very agile!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even though he can’t sprint, Tang Ye’s movement is extremely deceptive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To Josten up front!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Josten passes to Aale!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aale shoots! Goal! Beautiful! Utrecht takes the lead!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye slowly jogged toward the corner flag area—he played seriously this match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He currently had four league assists; the upgrade requirement for the French Premium Chest was five league assists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one assist away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true stone’s throw!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utrecht scored another goal in the first half, but unfortunately, Tang Ye still didn’t get an assist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the start of the second half, Tang Ye actively asked for the ball and began advancing, imitating De Jong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cambuur’s defender pressures Tang Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stops, turns, passes to Ramselaar behind him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great combination—Ramselaar passes back to Tang Ye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Classic one-two—let’s watch Utrecht’s attack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Ye, are you going to shoot?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Give it to Jostein\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GOOOO——AAAA——LLLLL!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stadium announcer let out a hoarse roar as Jostein ran out to celebrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye remained calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for something extremely important!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【France Premium Chest upgrade progress: 5\u002F5】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【France Chest·Premium → France Chest·Superstar】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here it comes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Ye excitedly sprinted toward Jostein, who was celebrating at the far end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He currently had only one shooting technique: 【De Bruyne’s Long-Angle Curler】—extremely monotonous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he now had another new Superstar Chest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2471,"2026-06-20T06:50:08.245Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0c0707109377fbdafc1cfdd08895a5505a4148ec9f9af4eb75c510ae71ccdb18","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-78","football-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-chapter-76",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffootball-at-16-let-me-retire-and-come-back-cover.jpg"]