Starting from a Fake University
Chapter 1720 - 903 Conflict!_2

Chapter 1720: Chapter 903 Conflict!_2

No fame, no fortune—there’s basically no motivation for them to move forward, right?

"Zhan, let’s just focus on our own training. We can’t do anything about how they treat the National Team’s matches."

Li Shuangying felt helpless too. Currently, all they could do was ensure good coordination between themselves and their teammates and train seriously every day. Beyond that, there was nothing else they could do. After all, they couldn’t just tell others to train as hard as they did, right?

Isn’t this the head coach’s job to enforce?

But looking at Coach Liu Changjian, it seemed he was already used to the lazy habits of these other club players.

"We can’t do this, Ying. If things stay like this, our chances of making it to the World Cup are greatly reduced!"

Liu Zhan felt quite indignant inside.

He and his three teammates were called into the National Team to help them break into the World Cup and clear the twenty-year-old shame of the National Team. But with teammates like this, how could they even talk about clearing past shames?

In Liu Zhan’s eyes, these well-known players from other clubs were simply slacking off and holding them back.

"Hey, buddy."

Liu Zhan couldn’t hold back anymore. He stepped up to a player from Harbor Club, saying, "Can we train properly? For the sake of our National Team proving ourselves in the World Cup Pre-Match and striving to break into the World Cup."

What Liu Zhan said wasn’t wrong.

To train well, clear past shame, and strive to break into the World Cup.

However.

These words made the player from Harbor Club uncomfortable, and not only that, but two nearby players from Hengtai Club also took notice.

"What do you mean?"

The player from Harbor Club, named Ai Tianlun, responded unhappily to Liu Zhan.

Ai Tianlun reacted so strongly because Liu Zhan’s words had touched Ai Tianlun’s "sore spot." After all, Ai Tianlun participated in the last World Cup Pre-Match as a National Team player.

What do you mean by proving ourselves?

What, my participation in the National Team Pre-Match was a disgrace?

"I don’t mean anything by it, just encouraging everyone to train well. If we really work hard, we should be invincible in the World Cup Pre-Match. I believe in everyone!"

Liu Zhan shook his head and said.

"Hey, hey, are you implying we don’t train hard?"

A player from Hengtai Club stepped up, standing directly in front of Liu Zhan, saying disdainfully, "You guys are still too young, right? From Feiyue Club’s team? Don’t think your impressive record in the Xia Super League means anything. Can you earn a lot of money from that?"

"Hahaha, if I’m not mistaken, rumor has it Feiyue Football Club is stingy with salaries, right? The monthly salary is just a few thousand? And you still expect people to play?"

Another player from Hengtai Club mocked.

In their view, how much money you can earn in the club is the "Correct Way." As for the Xia Super League’s performance and whether joining the National Team allows you to win in the Pre-Match, those things are unimportant.

"Are you playing just for money?"

Liu Zhan protested.

"If not for money, then for what?" Wang Dachao from Hengtai Club laughed and said, "With your meager income, what can you do? Do you know how much my signing bonus is for a year?"

"Dachao, don’t say it! Saying it might scare these young guys."

Zhou Peng from Hengtai Club laughed.

"Hahaha."

Other players like Ai Tianlun also laughed heartily.

"We joined the National Team for the World Cup, not for wages. When we play, it’s the same. Since we’ve all been called to the National Team, let’s hope we can join forces and train well, play well, and show the spirit of our National Team."

Zhao Xuanming stepped up, trying to calm things down.

Because there’s no need to create conflicts with these people. After all, they’re all teammates in the National Team.

"Heh."

Wang Dachao sneered and said disdainfully, "How we train is none of your business. We’ve trained like this in past Pre-Match rounds. What, you have a problem with that?"

"Alright, alright, Dachao, let’s not bicker with these young guys—let’s train."

"Yes, yes, let’s train!"

"The coach is coming over, start training quickly."

Head Coach Liu Changjian walked over, and when the players saw him, they scattered and began various training drills.

Liu Zhan and Zhao Xuanming also returned to Li Shuangying and Zhu Tan to continue their training.

"Ying, I’m sure these people will definitely be obstacles for us in the World Cup Pre-Match," Zhu Tan analyzed, "They’re simply not invested in it. What good is it if we give it our all?"

"Even if they’re not invested, we can’t let them affect us. Let’s train well. When working with them, we need to be at our best. Even if we don’t make it to the World Cup in the end, as long as we exert ourselves completely, we’ll have no regrets."

Li Shuangying still had some perspective. After all, he was the captain of Feiyue Football Club’s team.

However.

Li Shuangying never imagined that today’s incident would become a spark.

In the following month of training, whether it was Hengtai players Wang Dachao and Zhou Peng or Harbor Club players Ai Tianlun and other club players, they seemed to target Li Shuangying and his group during training.

On this day.

In Yancheng Sports Center, Li Shuangying, Zhu Tan, Liu Zhan, and Zhao Xuanming were training and practicing passing with their teammates, with Wang Dachao mainly responsible for shooting.

However, during the passing play, Liu Zhan noticed that teammate Zhao Xuanming had a better offensive position, so he adapted and passed the ball to Zhao Xuanming, who caught the ball and made a shot.

The ball went in!

At this moment, Wang Dachao was upset.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Wang Dachao stormed over to Liu Zhan, "Don’t you know how the coach arranged the training? I’m supposed to be the main attacker, and you should pass the ball to me!"

"But clearly Zhao Xuanming was in the best offensive position, and only by passing to him did we have a chance to score!"

Liu Zhan argued back.

In football, not everything is pre-planned—the field has many changes. Facing countless changes, being able to adapt and make the best decision is a player’s essential quality rather than sticking strictly to the initial plan by passing the ball to Wang Dachao.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Wang Dachao stepped forward angrily and pushed Liu Zhan, full of displeasure and rage, "I’m telling you, this month, I’ve been fed up with you. Do you know how to play ball? Are you the king on the field, ignoring pre-game arrangements?"

"Training can generally follow the plan, but was I wrong to adapt?"

Liu Zhan argued back.

He believed he wasn’t wrong.

With the training goal just now, if he passed to Wang Dachao, it’s highly likely he wouldn’t score. However, by passing to Zhao Xuanming, he scored, which was Liu Zhan’s choice to adapt, rather than being rigid.

"Passing to Zhao Xuanming ensured a goal. If I passed to you, would you score? Passing to Zhao Xuanming was the best choice!"

Liu Zhan was indignant and continued to argue.

"Kid, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Wang Dachao was even angrier as Liu Zhan continued arguing back. His temper flared up, and he wanted to kick the kid.

However, at this moment, Zhao Xuanming stepped forward.

Immediately, Li Shuangying and Zhu Tan also came over.

For a moment, other players gathered around in a circle.

Head Coach Liu Changjian saw this and immediately stepped forward, asking, "What’s going on?"

In that instant, the tensions that had accumulated over a month seemed ready to explode with this scoring conflict.

The atmosphere at Yancheng Sports Center became increasingly delicate.

The National Team hadn’t even stepped onto the field yet, and they were already facing their first crisis.