Capítulo 125: Chapter 125
A middle school in Beijing, China—nestled behind a gray concrete trapezium structure on the edge of the playground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Yang relentlessly hammered the football against the wall, his strikes echoing across the playground. Each time the ball rebounded sharply, he controlled it with precision, using every part of his body—his feet, legs, chest, head, and even shoulders. With each touch, he brought the ball under control in a single motion before launching it back at the wall with force, his movements quick and fluid.
The wall bore three distinct circles, drawn in chalk. Over the course of more than a month, during summer training and his continued efforts back in China, each circle had become indented, visibly marking the hours he had invested. The once smooth surface was now rough and worn, a testament to his tireless dedication.
Sweat poured down his face, his breath coming in labored gasps, yet he continued, pushing through the exhaustion. His mind was lost in the rhythm, in the repetition, as if nothing else mattered but the ball and the wall.
A few meters behind him, Su Ye sat on a wooden bench, shielded by the shade of nearby trees. She wore her senior-year school uniform, the fabric crisp and neat against her skin, but her attention was solely on Yang Yang. She watched as he repeated the same actions over and over again, as if trying to exorcise some inner frustration through the relentless exercise.
Is he ever going to stop? she wondered. It wasn't the first time the thought crossed her mind.
Su Ye had come after school, intending to invite him home for dinner, but as soon as she arrived, she found him like this—immersed in training, completely oblivious to the world around him. He had been at it for hours, and yet it seemed as though he wasn't just practicing; there was something deeper, something driving him beyond mere improvement.
Was he venting? Trying to release the frustration of losing the UEFA Super Cup?
Since Ajax's 1-2 loss to Valencia, neither Claudio Ranieri nor Ronald Koeman, nor even the media, had been critical of Yang Yang's performance. In fact, quite the opposite. Almost everyone, both at home and abroad, praised him. He had been one of the few bright spots for Ajax during that match, especially with his stunning goal in the final moments, which salvaged some pride for the team.
The goal was nothing short of spectacular.
So, why was he still so angry?
Scorpio males... they really are hard to understand, Su Ye thought with a small sigh, her lips curving into a slight pout.
She recalled an article she had read about Scorpio men. They were often described as intense, deeply competitive, with a sharp intuition and a penchant for calm, analytical thinking. They rarely accepted defeat, and when they set their mind on something, they pursued it with an almost frightening determination. They embraced challenges, never shying away from adversity, and their focus often gave off an air of unshakable confidence.
They were, in many ways, indomitable—strong-willed and relentless, even in the face of failure.
As Su Ye watched Yang Yang, she realized how perfectly he fit that description. His drive, his refusal to accept defeat, even when it meant pushing himself to the brink—wasn't that what made him so captivating?
But this, she thought, looking at him as he continued his grueling routine, all this, just because of one match?
It was hard for her to grasp how losing one game could push someone to such extremes, but then again, Yang Yang's competitive spirit had always been fierce. For a professional footballer, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
He's just determined to never let this happen again, she mused, understanding creeping into her thoughts. From Yang Yang's perspective, losing wasn't an option. Every moment on the pitch, every drill, every goal—it all mattered.
That fire within him, that hunger to improve, was what separated players like him from the rest.
Su Ye sighed again, a mix of admiration and concern playing in her mind as she continued to watch him, wondering just how much longer he would push himself before finally taking a break.
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Night had fallen, and the faint light of the playground lamps barely illuminated the scene. Yang Yang finally stopped, panting heavily, drenched in sweat. The football rolled lazily to a stop as he turned, noticing Su Ye still seated by the roadside, her figure outlined by the dim streetlight. The soft glow cast a mysterious air over her silhouette.
"Why didn't you head home earlier?" Yang Yang asked, walking over with the ball at his feet.
Su Ye shrugged casually. "It's fine. Going home early is boring anyway."
"And waiting here for hours wasn't boring?" Yang Yang raised an eyebrow.
Su Ye chuckled lightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Why would it be?"
Without another word, she handed him a bottle of water.
"Thanks," Yang Yang said, gratefully taking the bottle. As he twisted the cap, a sudden memory flashed in his mind—Van Gaal. The thought seemed so out of place that it made him smirk. Su Ye, standing there under the dim lights, looked so youthful, vibrant. In contrast, Van Gaal had been this older, imposing figure, yet a mentor in his own right.
The image of Su Ye and Van Gaal couldn't have been more different, yet here he was, comparing the two.
"What's so funny?" Su Ye asked, noticing the grin on his face. She touched her cheeks, feeling the warmth from hours of sitting in the sun, thinking maybe there was something wrong with her appearance.
"Nothing," Yang Yang chuckled. "I just remembered someone, an old friend."
"An old friend?" Su Ye teased. "A girl?"
Yang Yang shook his head, still smiling. "No, not a girl. An old man. Back when I practiced alone, he would sometimes sit on the sidelines like you, silently watching. When I finished, he'd hand me a bottle of water, just like you did."
"Oh?" Su Ye's eyes lit up with curiosity. "And where is this old man now?"
"He's been pretty lucky lately," Yang Yang said with a small smile, leaving it at that.
Su Ye didn't push further, sensing there was more to the story, but she let it slide.
"Alright, let's head home," she said, breaking the pause.
Yang Yang nodded, gathering his things. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and started walking beside Su Ye along the shaded path that led out of the school grounds. The faint glow of street lamps flickered above them, casting long shadows as they made their way toward the gate.
"So, senior year... are you ready for it?" Yang Yang asked, glancing at her with genuine concern.
Su Ye shrugged, a bit of uncertainty in her voice. "I haven't really thought much about it. What about you?"
"For me, it's simple. I'll keep playing football, but I realized that football doesn't mean I should neglect my studies. So, I'm planning to continue with my education too—go to college."
"Will you stay in the Netherlands for that?"
"Yeah, that's the plan. My teacher said the University of Amsterdam and Rotterdam School of Management have some strong programs."
"You're thinking about studying business, then?" Su Ye asked, surprised.
"That's more my parents' idea," Yang Yang admitted.
"They're pushing you in that direction?"
He smiled faintly. "Well, my first dream is football, of course. But since I've got the opportunity to balance both, I'm fine with pursuing business studies to make my parents happy."
Su Ye sighed softly, a hint of envy in her tone. "You're lucky."
"Why do you say that?"
"My parents... they want me to go to Beijing Normal University, but what I really want is to study at the Chinese Opera Academy."
"You want to become an actress?" Yang Yang asked, surprised but intrigued.
"I love acting. It's not that I'm aiming to be a big star or anything—it's just something I'm passionate about. But convincing my parents? That's a different story."
Yang Yang nodded, understanding her struggle. "I've heard from Brother Wei that you're really talented in drama. You'd make an amazing actress. Plus, with how beautiful you are, you'd probably become a star in no time."
Su Ye laughed, though her cheeks flushed at the compliment. "I know you're just saying that to make me feel better, but thanks. Acting isn't about fame for me, though. I just really enjoy it."
Yang Yang smiled. He knew she wasn't looking for empty flattery, but he could tell her passion for acting was real. "Then, I think you should talk to your parents about it. They don't seem like the type to be unreasonable. If you explain why it's important to you, I'm sure they'll listen."
"Do you really think so?" Su Ye asked, her voice tinged with hope.
"Absolutely. When I wanted to go to the Netherlands, my mom was totally against it at first, but I managed to convince her by being honest about what I wanted."
Su Ye looked thoughtful, Yang Yang's words clearly striking a chord with her. She was quiet for a moment, contemplating her options, as they continued their walk toward the school gate.
Maybe it was time to have that conversation.
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After returning to the community, Yang Yang and Su Ye walked out of the elevator and headed to their respective homes.
Yang Yang, now back in his apartment, quickly changed into fresh clothes after a shower and began organizing his luggage. His stay in Beijing would be brief, just over a week, before he would head to Malaysia to compete in the Asian Youth Championships. He wasn't expected back in the Netherlands until early October.
This arrangement had been previously negotiated by Arie Haan, Leader Zhu and Ajax months ago. The club had agreed to release him for national duties, though they emphasized the importance of self-care, urging him to protect himself from injuries during the tournament.
Despite Yang Yang's recent rise in form and his impressive performances, it was arguably unnecessary for him to compete in the Asian Youth Championships. However, the Chinese national team was in the midst of preparing for the 2008 Olympics, and the World Youth Championship next year was seen as a crucial training event. The entire country held high expectations for this squad.
As part of their preparation, Coach Zhang Huarong had personally consulted Yang Yang about his participation in the Asian Youth Championship and the subsequent knockout stages the following year.
The first two weeks of September had been dedicated to international fixtures, which led to a brief suspension of the Dutch league. Ajax, taking this into account, allowed Yang Yang to return to China a bit earlier than planned, giving him the chance to spend some time in Beijing. It had been a packed, hectic schedule, but Yang Yang welcomed it.
"Yang Yang, dinner's ready!" Su Ye called from outside his door.
"Coming!" Yang Yang responded as he zipped up his suitcase.
Exiting his apartment, he saw Su Ye standing there, having swapped her school uniform for more comfortable and casual home clothes. She looked relaxed, yet the sense of familiarity between them had grown after spending the summer together. Without hesitation, he followed her to her family's apartment.
Yang Yang had grown close to Su Ye's family over the summer. He no longer felt the need to be overly formal, especially since they had shared many meals together. Despite that, he was mindful not to take advantage of their hospitality. He often brought groceries or small gifts as tokens of gratitude for their kindness.
A few days ago, Yang Yang had discreetly replaced the old, worn-out TV in their living room with a brand new one, much to the surprise of the family. Su Ye's parents, Su Wenhong and Ye Qingqing, were deeply appreciative, though they couldn't refuse his generosity. They treated him with even more care, often joking that Su Ye might have found herself a generous benefactor.
As Yang Yang entered, Su Wenhong greeted him warmly, already seated at the dining table. He quickly dove into the topic they had discussed earlier.
"Remember you asked me to keep an eye out for you about buying a place around here?" Su Wenhong began.
Yang Yang nodded. He had indeed asked him to look into potential real estate options.
Yang Yang had a particular interest in this community, drawn to its well-maintained environment, high-end facilities, and the quality of its residents. Plus, a subway line was under construction nearby, promising even more convenience in the future. Most importantly, the community was adjacent to the Summer Palace, a historical and scenic area that Yang Yang had grown fond of. Whenever he stayed in Beijing, he would wake up early and run through the gardens as part of his daily routine. It had become his sanctuary.
Though he was always welcome to stay at his friend Wei Zhen's house when visiting, Yang Yang didn't want to impose. Now that he had recently signed a new contract with Ajax—his salary significantly increasing—he could afford to look for his own place.
After taxes, his weekly wage was now 10,000 euros, not to mention the various bonuses and incentives from both the club and personal sponsors. He had also received a 300,000-euro signing bonus and had recently secured a three-million-euro annual sponsorship from Nike. All this combined made him financially well off, and with no major expenses on his plate, Yang Yang was ready to invest in real estate.
"Today, I had a look around the community," Su Wenhong continued. "There are a few sellers, but not many units that are both in a good location and on an ideal floor. One building, in particular, caught my attention—it's in the middle of the complex, the location is perfect, and there's an apartment available on the fifth floor. It's a spacious unit, well-ventilated, with windows facing both north and south. The only downside is that it hasn't been renovated yet."
Yang Yang considered it for a moment. "Alright, Uncle, let's check it out tomorrow."
"There's one more thing," Su Wenhong added hesitantly.
"What is it?"
"The owner wants full payment in cash," Su Wenhong said, his tone slightly cautious.
Su Ye frowned, chiming in, "Dad, aren't these large units? The full amount is probably over a million yuan."
"Yes, the owner seems to be in a hurry for the money," Su Wenhong explained. "Because of that, they're willing to negotiate the price a bit. They might even agree to sell it at the original purchase price from last year. But they'll only accept full payment in cash."
Su Ye's concern was clear. Pulling together over a million yuan in cash was no small feat. It wasn't something most people could do easily.
However, Yang Yang surprised them by nodding calmly. "That's not a problem. As long as the location and the apartment are to my liking, I'm fine with paying the full amount."
Su Ye blinked in disbelief, then laughed. "Wow, you're really turning into a local tycoon now."
Su Wenhong and Ye Qingqing exchanged looks of mild surprise, but it made sense. Given Yang Yang's rising fame in China, money was hardly an issue for him anymore.
The couple couldn't help but feel grateful. They had known Yang Yang before he became a household name, back when he was still just a young talent. Now, watching him grow into a successful athlete, they were thankful for the friendship they had built. If they had only met him now, they might have felt awkward, but their bond had been built long before his fame, and that made their relationship feel genuine and warm.
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After dinner, Yang Yang returned to his apartment and immediately entered the DReam Training System—his mental sanctuary for perfecting his skills.
Lately, his training routine had shifted. While he still maintained the foundation of his basic exercises, he had begun dedicating more and more time to mastering the three-star skills—[Ronaldo's Skillset], [Beckham's Technique], and [Bergkamp's Touch]. Among these, the area that demanded his immediate attention was his first touch—an element of his game that had been a weakness for too long. It was a shortcoming that needed urgent correction if he was to elevate his game to the next level.
According to Zax, his system guide, Yang Yang was currently in the [stable] stage. This assessment wasn't surprising. The process of correcting years of irregular technical habits and inconsistencies in his ball control would take time—more than he initially anticipated. These issues had accumulated over the years, and while they hadn't hindered his meteoric rise thus far, they would surely hold him back if not addressed.
Zax had explained to him the long-term benefits. If Yang Yang corrected these imperfections now, the improvements would carry through the rest of his career. However, choosing not to address them would mean carrying these flaws into every match, every tournament—a risk that could limit his potential on the biggest stages. The work was painstaking and progress slow, but Yang Yang understood the value of persistence. There was no shortcut in football. Or perhaps, the only real shortcut was hard work itself.
In the Dream Training System, Yang Yang had the advantage of limitless physical endurance, yet his mental stamina was not infinite. Even in this simulated realm, the grind was mentally taxing.
"You've seemed more frustrated lately," Zax's voice echoed softly, interrupting his thoughts.
Yang Yang remained silent, his focus unbroken as he continued his drills.
"It's not just the loss in the UEFA Super Cup," Zax continued. "And it's not just because Ajax has weakened compared to last season..."
Finally, Yang Yang stopped. His foot rested on the ball, and for the first time in a while, he stood still, lost in thought.
"That night... the best goalkeeper was Lobont, the best defender was Carvalho, the best midfielder was Deco, and the best forward was Ibrahimovic. It's like I did nothing," he said bitterly, his voice heavy with disappointment.
He was referring to the UEFA Champions League group stage draw and the awards ceremony in Monte Carlo, Monaco. The two events had taken place on the same evening, and while Ajax and Porto, the previous season's finalists, were rightfully honored, Yang Yang had walked away with nothing.
Despite scoring the winning goal in the Champions League final, despite his incredible performances throughout the Toulon Cup and the Asian Cup, Yang Yang realized that these accolades held little weight on the grand stage of European football. His individual success hadn't been enough to earn him any of the prestigious awards that night.
Lobont, Deco, Carvalho, and Ibrahimovic—these were players who had already cemented their status at the highest level. Yang Yang wasn't there yet. He wasn't part of that elite group, and it stung.
"I understand why Deco beat out Van der Vaart for the best midfielder," Yang Yang muttered. "His talent is undeniable. And I admit, at this stage, Ibrahimovic is the better player. But still... I thought I had done enough to at least get some recognition."
The football world was unforgiving and brutally realistic. No matter how impressive Yang Yang's past performances were—whether it was scoring the decisive goal in the Champions League final or leading China to the Toulon Cup victory—those accomplishments weren't enough to place him among Europe's elite.
It was like the situation with that young Brazilian player at Porto, who had been brilliant the previous season but was now relegated to the bench in favor of newer, shinier prospects. European football was a constant cycle of rising stars and forgotten talents, where nothing was guaranteed.
Attending the UEFA ceremony had opened Yang Yang's eyes. He saw the reality. Players like Deco, Carvalho, Van der Vaart, and Ibrahimovic were on the cusp of greatness. They were poised to solidify themselves as top-tier stars if they succeeded in Barcelona, Chelsea, Real Madrid, or Juventus. But should they fail, they would quickly find themselves slipping back into obscurity, forced to claw their way back.
Yang Yang wasn't ready for that level yet. And he knew it.
This realization was part of the reason why he chose to stay at Ajax. Leaving for a bigger club without proving himself consistently at the highest level would have been premature. At Ajax, he could continue playing in the Champions League, continue growing as a player, and most importantly, continue developing without the pressure of immediate stardom.
Zax, sensing Yang Yang's inner turmoil, chose not to comfort him. There were certain things Yang Yang needed to work out on his own. No external advice or support could help him here—this was something he had to process internally.
From his early days at Almere to his rise at Ajax, Yang Yang's ambition had grown exponentially. He was no longer satisfied with being just another talented player at Ajax. Now, he wanted more. He wanted to be the core of the team. He wanted to prove himself in the Champions League, not just as a participant but as a dominant force.
In truth, Yang Yang's desire was simple: he wanted to show that he was just as good as Ibrahimovic and Van der Vaart, if not better.
But with ambition came responsibility.
Great players had great responsibilities. If Yang Yang wanted to be the centerpiece of Ajax, he needed to demonstrate that he was ready to carry that weight. Being a star wasn't just about talent; it was about leadership, resilience, and delivering when it mattered most. Without those qualities, recognition would never come—neither from his coach nor his teammates.
If he couldn't shoulder the burden, if he couldn't handle the pressure, then no one would acknowledge him as a leader. No one would trust him with the team's future.
Just as he had done at the Toulon Cup, Yang Yang had to step up again. At the upcoming Asian Youth Championship, the Chinese team would undoubtedly be built around him, and Coach Zhang Huarong would create tactics designed to maximize his impact. The national team would eventually do the same.
Whether Ajax would follow suit depended entirely on Yang Yang's performances.
"Take your time," Zax advised, his voice calm. "Solidify your basic skills, sharpen your star abilities, and then everything else will follow."
Yang Yang took a deep breath, absorbing Zax's words. He nodded firmly. There was no rush. He just needed to continue working, to keep building. With renewed focus, he picked up the ball and resumed his practice.
He knew what needed to be done. Now, it was just a matter of doing it.
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In the following days, Yang Yang maintained his routine, practicing diligently at the school where Su Wenhong worked. Many students had grown accustomed to seeing him there, and his presence was no longer a surprise. When they passed him by, they would simply greet him with a quick hello or a wave, as if he were just another regular at the school.
However, the online world painted a different picture. On forums like Maopu and Xici Hutong, students from the middle school exaggerated the significance of Yang Yang's presence, making it sound as though their school had become a training ground for an international football star. The posts attracted attention, fueling discussions and admiration. Every time Yang Yang saw these over-the-top comments, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the spectacle.
Yet, the more people praised him, the more determined Yang Yang became to push himself. He knew, deep down, that he wasn't yet at the level he aspired to be. There was still much work to be done.
When it came to purchasing a home, Su Wenhong had indeed proven his worth as a trusted adviser. After reviewing the properties, Yang Yang found the one he liked—a quiet, well-located building within the community that perfectly suited his needs. The price was also reasonable, comparable to what it had been two years ago, making it a sound investment.
As soon as the owner discovered that Yang Yang was the buyer, he didn't even bother to haggle. The deal was sealed without any negotiation. To Yang Yang, one million yuan was no longer a significant sum, given his current financial standing.
During his brief stay in Beijing, Yang Yang made time to complete the paperwork and finalize the property transfer. As for renovations, he decided to put them on hold for now, leaving the house as it was until he had more time to focus on it.
With the house purchase settled, Yang Yang returned to his usual routine—training every day.
At noon and in the evenings, Su Ye became a familiar presence, always appearing behind the trapezium stand. She would sit on a bench by the road, holding a bottle of water and silently watching him practice. She rarely spoke during his sessions, but when he finished, drenched in sweat, she would stand and offer him the water with a warm smile.
In the beginning, Yang Yang felt slightly uncomfortable with her constant presence, unsure of how to feel about it. But after a day or two, he grew accustomed to it, even finding it reassuring to have someone quietly supporting him.
As the Chinese U20 team prepared for the Asian Youth Championship, the senior national team was also gearing up for their first match in the World Cup qualifiers. Playing away against Malaysia, the Chinese team struggled more than expected, their offensive play failing to live up to the fans' high expectations. Despite securing a 1-0 victory, the match had been far too close for comfort, and the national team's performance left much to be desired.
The win secured three points, but the game had been perilously close, leaving many questioning the team's form. Fans were particularly vocal in expressing their disappointment, pointing out how the performance was inconsistent with that of the reigning Asian Cup champions. Heated discussions erupted online and in the media, with many fans claiming that the difference between the current squad and the Asian Cup-winning team was the absence of one key player—Yang Yang.
The next round, an away match against Kuwait, loomed large as a crucial fixture in the group stage. While most fans believed the team had a good chance of advancing, there were growing calls for Yang Yang to be recalled to the national team to bolster the squad's attacking capabilities.
Even Arie Haan, the national team coach, acknowledged Yang Yang's potential impact in a post-match interview in Malaysia. "Yang Yang could definitely enhance the national team's offense," he admitted. "The coaching staff and I will carefully consider whether to bring him in for the next set of matches."
Speculation continued to mount as rumors circulated that the national team's staff was weighing their options behind the scenes. However, it was clear that no final decision would be made until October, leaving fans and pundits alike waiting for official news.
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When Yang Yang arrived at Guangzhou Airport, a large crowd of reporters and fans was already waiting for him. The scene was overwhelming, with people jostling to catch a glimpse of the rising football star. As soon as Yang Yang appeared, the crowd erupted into cheers, the atmosphere comparable to the reception of a national hero.
"Yang Yang! Yang Yang!!"
The fans' passionate shouts echoed through the airport, quickly drawing the attention of other passengers and onlookers. Before long, even more people had gathered around, curious to see what was happening.
Yang Yang, always composed and respectful when it came to his supporters, smiled warmly. He understood the importance of engaging with the fans, who had followed his journey closely, from his early days to his successes with Ajax. Despite the chaos, he patiently signed autographs, posed for photos, and responded to as many requests as possible.
Once he had met the fans' demands, he turned his attention to the waiting media, ready to face their questions.
"Yang Yang, thank you for your time. The fans are showing their love and admiration for you, and many credit you for the team's recent success. How do you feel about that?" a reporter asked.
Yang Yang, modest as always, shook his head slightly. "I really appreciate the love and recognition from the fans. But football is a team sport, and we rely on everyone on the team to win games. I believe that as long as we stay united and fight together, we can achieve great results in the Asian Youth Championship."
Another reporter quickly followed up. "There's been talk that the goal for the China U20 team's trip to Malaysia is to reach the semifinals. What's your take on that?"
"I think it's a realistic goal," Yang Yang replied confidently. "We have the talent and strength to make it to the semifinals. But, of course, in football, anything can happen. We need to stay grounded, take it one match at a time, and keep working hard."
The next question touched on a hot topic. "After the Asian Cup, we've seen a wave of Chinese players moving to Europe. It's reported that many players are finalizing deals to stay abroad. What are your thoughts on this trend?"
Yang Yang nodded thoughtfully. "I think it's a positive development. The European leagues are incredibly competitive, and playing there can really help a player improve. Personally, I support more Chinese players going abroad, but the key is whether they get the chance to play. It's not just about going to Europe—it's about finding a club where you can develop and grow by playing regularly."
Another journalist then raised a concern that had been circulating in the media. "What about the China U20 players? Some people are worried that moving abroad too early might affect their development. What do you think?"
Yang Yang paused for a moment before answering. "As I said before, the most important thing is playing time. If a player is in Europe but not getting valuable match experience, it's not going to help them improve. But if they're in the right environment and playing regularly, then going abroad should be encouraged. It's all about finding the right balance."
His response reflected his own journey. Yang Yang had experienced firsthand the benefits of playing in Europe, and he believed that players like Zheng Zhi and Zhao Junzhe had the ability to establish themselves abroad. Young talents such as Chen Tao, Feng Xiaoting, and Zhou Haibin also had the potential to thrive if given the right opportunities to play in Europe.
The final question focused on a rumor that had been circulating for weeks. "There's been a lot of speculation that the national team wants to call you up for the upcoming World Cup qualifier against Kuwait. What's your position on that?"
Yang Yang smiled modestly. "I respect the discussions between Ajax and the national team. It's always an honor to represent my country. If the national team needs me, I'll be ready whenever they call. I'm prepared to respond anytime, anywhere."
His statement drew a round of applause from those gathered, as his humility and dedication to the national team resonated with everyone present. Yang Yang's commitment to both club and country was clear, and his words only further solidified his place as one of China's most beloved football stars.
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