Chapter 48: No Way, You Actually Have One?

Nude photos?
Of Erik ten Hag?
Tang Ye was at his wit's end.
He found that his system had two extreme modes.
When it was generous, it was overwhelmingly generous; when it was useless, it was truly of no use at all.
Nude photos of ten Hag?
What on earth was the use of such a thing?
Besides, wasn't ten Hag Dutch?
Why were his nude photos obtained from a Brazilian treasure chest?
"Wait!"
Tang Ye thought of something, entered the system interface, and reread the message from just now.
[You have obtained Erik ten Hag's nude photo x1 (Courtesy of Antony)]
Hiss—
Let's take a sip of water to calm down.
Based on Tang Ye's deduction, this Antony must be a Brazilian.
Antony possessed ten Hag's nude photos, so this reward was categorized under the Brazilian treasure chest.
Damn it, when he learned the reward was a Brazilian treasure chest this afternoon, Tang Ye thought he would definitely get a skill to improve his ball-handling skills no matter what.
Now it seemed...
Never mind, Tang Ye couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
Tidying up his cluttered desk, Tang Ye opened his laptop, planning to play a few games of Hearthstone before going to bed, when suddenly his bedroom door knocked.
Tang Ye remained very calm. He first closed his laptop and then went to open the door.
Sure enough, the person knocking was none other than ten Hag!
"M-Mr. Eric..."
Tang Ye stammered, leading ten Hag into the room. As they passed the computer desk, Tang Ye secretly shut down the computer completely.
"Oh, it's fine. You can leave the computer on; I won't look at what's inside," ten Hag waved his hand.
Having seen undesirable things on Tang Ye's computer last time and learned his lesson, he would never look at Tang Ye's computer again.
"It's fine, I was just about to go to bed anyway."
Tang Ye sat on the bed, leaving the chair in front of the computer desk for ten Hag. "Mr. Eric, is there something you need?"
"Ayoub came to me. Did you know about this? Right after training this afternoon, he came to my office," ten Hag said slowly. "Tang, you know Ayoub is a veteran player of the team, and I have to seriously listen to his suggestions."
"..."
Tang Ye remained silent.
He had taken Ayoub's spot in the starting lineup, and now ten Hag had come to him because of Ayoub's visit.
Considering that ten Hag himself was a deeply troublesome person, Tang Ye had a bad premonition in his heart.
"So, Mr. Eric, do you need me to do something?"
"Oh, it's not really doing anything special," ten Hag waved his hand, maintaining an indifferent attitude. "My point is, your position is under threat. If you don't perform well enough, I will have to drop you from the starting lineup. So... well, you need to step up."
As expected!
Tang Ye sighed silently.
Just as he had anticipated, ten Hag coming to see him was mostly bad news.
That wretched Dutchman wanted to use the pressure from Ayoub to force him into proactive extra training!
"Hey, you don't have to be sad!"
Seeing that 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 let you start. Some clueless Utrecht fans even started rumors that you have my nude photos!"
"Haha, you really have no idea about those players' imaginations."
With that, ten Hag pointed to Tang Ye's mouth. "Tang, do you have any more chewing gum?"
Tang Ye pointed to the drawer of his computer desk; all his chewing gum was kept inside.
"Wait!"
Tang Ye suddenly remembered something and blurted out.
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Ten Hag's hand slowly reached up, his eyes fixed dead on the photo he had just pulled out of the computer desk drawer.
He stretched out his neck and stared at Tang Ye in front of him: "No—wait, you actually have them?"
"No-no-no-no-no!"
Tang Ye was under immense pressure. He lunged forward and snatched the photo right out of ten Hag's hand. "Hey, Eric, listen to me, just listen to me, will you? Don't panic!"
"Tom!"
Ten Hag stood up from the computer chair and spread his hands toward Tang Ye. "You can't play with things like this! Is this Photoshop? Damn it, you shouldn't be messing around with this stuff. This is a rumor about me! You didn't post this on Instagram, did you?"
"Of course not! No, wait, listen to me, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding! I shouldn't even have this thing!"
Tang Ye grabbed the photo, marched into the bathroom right in front of ten Hag, and hovered his hand holding the photo directly over the flushing toilet.
"It's a misunderstanding, um, a misunderstanding..."
Tang Ye quietly put the photo back into his pocket instead.
Ten Hag: ?
"Tang, you wouldn't spread rumors about me, right? You know, even though these things are fake, they would cause me a lot of trouble."
Tang Ye didn't answer ten Hag's question, which made the Dutchman quite anxious.
You are my prized pupil, why would you treat me like this!
"Tang... can I ask you a question?"
Tang Ye put both hands in his jacket pockets with an awkward expression. "Please go ahead, Mr. Eric."
"Have I not treated you pretty well in general?"
...
Time skipped to the day of the match against FC Twente.
"Ahem, brothers, how is it? Does this new equipment sound clearer?"
"Okay, today is the 11th round of the Eredivisie between Utrecht and Twente. The players from both teams are already in the player tunnel, ready to go."
"Let's introduce the away team's starting lineup first. Wait, I don't know any of these players. I need to look them up on Dongqiudi. Hold on, hold on."
"Okay, got it. Twente is playing a 4-3-3 formation today, with Drommel in goal..."
"And now, our home team, Utrecht! F! C!"
"Starting player: Tang Ye! Tang Ye! Still Tang Ye!"
"King Tang continues to start, so we don't even need to look at the players in the other positions."
"Just based on this starting lineup alone, Twente's morale has dropped by at least 30%. I honestly have no idea how the away team can possibly win this."
[I have no idea how the away team can win? Is this streamer being this arrogant?]
[The guy above must be a newcomer who hasn't experienced the terror of King Tang yet.]
[Grab a seat on the bench quickly. Little Chao is doing well for himself now, over 60,000 people in the stream. Is this still a pirated broadcast?]
[Little Chao? Brother Chao!]
[How many goals is Meng Ge planning to fluke today? It feels like this Twente side won't be easy to deal with.]
[Damn it, I'm 16 and still in the first year of high school, and Tang Ye is already starting in the Eredivisie, holy cow!]
Whenever Utrecht had a match, the viewer count in Wang Chao's streaming room would experience a massive surge, growing larger with each game.
If the time zone were friendlier to China—just like today's match starting at 9:30 PM Beijing time—the viewer count would be even higher.
Wang Chao currently had two missions.
The first mission was to commentary the match.
The second mission, and also the most important one, was to convert all these Level 1 newbies in the chat into Bean Warriors!
And this naturally required the help of King Tang!
...
At the Stadion Galgenwaard, after gulping down a cup of [Vardy Red Bull], the match officially commenced.
Twente was playing a 4-3-3, centered around Hakim Ziyech right in the middle. He was the absolute core of the Twente team and also the player matched up directly against Tang Ye.
Ziyech had a market value of a full 7 million euros.
7 million euros sounded pretty badass, but in reality, it was just one more zero than Tang Ye's value.
Because Tang Ye's current market value was 0!
"I'll take him, I'll take him!"
Tang Ye sprinted up from behind, preparing to apply pressure on Ziyech.
Tang Ye's original intention was to force Ziyech to pass the ball quickly, but he never expected this guy to be utterly ruthless, dribbling the ball directly forward.
He completely treated Tang Ye like air!
"What the heck, showing off like that?"
Tang Ye rushed up from behind stealthily and launched a violent sliding tackle!
"Oh, Tang Ye messed up! The sliding tackle missed Ziyech, and he's fallen to the ground!"
"Ziyech! Pass the ball to the byline!"
"Damn, what a great pass, right to number 11! Who is this number 11 for the away team? Agyepen..."
"Never mind that, the away team's number 11 is pressing Utrecht's defense line—Rieuwwer!"
"Rieuwwer clears the ball with a boot!"
"Brilliant!"
Clap clap clap!
Applauding sounds echoed in the live stream.
Thanks to Rieuwwer's outstretched leg to disrupt the play, Utrecht averted the crisis.
This was Twente's second corner kick opportunity of the match, taken by Mokhtar.
Smack!
The corner was swung in, targeting the near post. Agyepnh suddenly surged into the penalty area from the left flank.
Rieuwwer, who had just completed the clearance, made a fatal mistake.
He let Agyepenh run right past him!
"Number 11, jumps up, header!"
"No!"