Starting from a Fake University-Chapter 1557 - 822 Urgent! Emergency! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 1557: Chapter 822 Urgent! Emergency! (Please Subscribe)_2

Mr. Zhao Dejiang pinpointed the current domestic situation with a single remark.

To this day, overseas countries boast hundreds of thousands, or at the very least tens of thousands, of registered soccer players. In contrast, within Xia Country, the number of registered soccer players barely reaches a few thousand. Among these few thousand, skill levels vary significantly. Domestic soccer clubs can only choose players from this limited pool.

When others select the best soccer talents from hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of players, and you’re stuck choosing from just a few thousand, it’s inevitable that the resulting gap in player ability will be enormous. This disparity becomes even more pronounced when forming a National Team.

This is another major reason behind the poor state of domestic soccer—its environment.

Why is domestic soccer so bad? Isn’t it due to players’ attitudes and the unfavorable soccer environment within the country?

To improve this situation takes extraordinary courage to reform domestic soccer entirely. You can’t let domestic soccer players become complacent; you must ignite their fighting spirit and foster outstanding young football talents who can continually replenish the ranks. Only then can domestic soccer progress and flourish.

"Mr. Zhao, you’re absolutely correct, which is why we want to create a healthy soccer environment where more young people can boldly explore soccer and experience the allure of this sport. By doing so, the number of registered soccer players will naturally increase."

Ding Yue nodded, agreeing with Mr. Zhao Dejiang’s perspective.

"But Principal Ding, if that’s the case, it will require significant resources to support soccer infrastructure. Even the domestic football association hasn’t managed that, which is why fewer young people in our country play soccer. Those folks in the association are too busy prioritizing their own interests, scheming against one another. Who truly cares about the development and future of soccer here?"

When Mr. Zhao said this, he couldn’t help but lower his head and sigh deeply.

This is a source of deep pain for Zhao Dejiang.

In theory, the football association should play a massive role in developing domestic soccer. But the reality? It’s thoroughly disappointing. Add the fact that domestic football clubs care only about profit—they focus solely on commercial soccer. From endorsements to sponsorships, their focus is scattered everywhere except on the game itself. And the result? Terrible gameplay, abysmal performance on the field.

An incompetent football association combined with profit-seeking football clubs—this creates a recipe for absolute disaster. With such conditions, expecting domestic soccer to rise is unrealistic. At best, these people can only hope to avoid worse public criticism, but that’s far from reality. Their actions have already humiliated Xia Country’s National Team, with losses to the Vietnamese team and Myanmar’s team. What an embarrassment—the epitome of disgrace and shamelessness.

That’s why domestic soccer fans have been so deeply disappointed.

"Yes, who in this country truly thinks about the healthy development of soccer? Mr. Zhao Dejiang, I believe you might be such a person."

Ding Yue spoke with a smile, looking at Mr. Zhao Dejiang.

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Mr. Zhao said with a doubtful tone, "I’m afraid I lack the ability."

"No single individual’s efforts are enough. But Mr. Zhao, I believe you understand one truth—unity is strength. I believe you’re that kind of person, and I believe I am too."

Ding Yue smiled calmly as he spoke.

"Oh?"

Mr. Zhao raised his head to look at the young man in front of him, then sincerely asked, "Principal Ding, forgive my bluntness, but aren’t you trying to turn soccer into a tool for Feiyue Group’s profits?"

"Hahaha!"

Ding Yue immediately burst into laughter and said, "There are so many ways to make money—why would I rely on soccer? You should know how Feiyue Group generates revenue, right, Mr. Zhao?"

"Technology!"

Mr. Zhao nodded his head.

Every Xia Country citizen knows this—Feiyue Group excels in technology and commerce. From medical health robots to new-energy vehicles to graphene batteries, these technological advancements have transformed lives and pushed societal progress forward.

"Exactly. So I have absolutely no need to use soccer as a money-making tool. This is a sport. I truly hope our billion-plus people in Xia Country can have a place in this global movement—perhaps even become the strongest."

When saying this, Ding Yue couldn’t help but feel a surge of passion.

"If Principal Ding really has such ambition and determination, that would be wonderful news."

Although Mr. Zhao said this, his heart wasn’t yet fully convinced to join Feiyue Group.

"My goal is simply to allow young people passionate about soccer to genuinely pursue their dreams."

Ding Yue spoke with composure.

"But that requires massive financial support. Principal Ding, are you willing?"

Mr. Zhao asked.

"Why wouldn’t I be? If money can be used to create a healthy soccer environment and industry in this country, then it’s totally worth it," Ding Yue replied with confidence.

Faced with Principal Ding’s sincerity, Mr. Zhao felt intrigued.

Just as Mr. Zhao was about to discuss the establishment of a youth training system and the Feiyue Cup soccer league, a young woman suddenly approached Principal Ding.

This young woman was Ding Yue’s personal secretary, Wen Ruohan. Her face was marked with visible concern.

"Principal Ding."

Wen Ruohan addressed him upon stepping forward.

"What’s the matter, Xiao Wen?"

Ding Yue noticed the secretary’s worried expression, assuming it might be personal or family-related, and asked with concern.

"Principal Ding, Mist City Central Hospital just called."

Secretary Wen Ruohan quickly responded.

"Mist City Central Hospital? President Jiang Zhongbo?"

Upon hearing "Mist City Central Hospital," Ding Yue’s mind immediately went to President Jiang Zhongbo.

"Yes, Dean Jiang said one of our Mist City Arts and Science University students—also a Feiyue soccer club player—suffered burns and was sent to the hospital. He’s currently in the intensive care unit!"

Wen Ruohan explained urgently.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Yue’s face instantly changed.

A student from Mist City Arts and Science University and a Feiyue soccer club player—someone who had just played and won a match recently and was preparing for the Xia Super League—was injured?

Burn injuries?

What on earth had happened?

Ding Yue’s thoughts became chaotic for a moment before he quickly composed himself. This matter needed to be dealt with immediately.

"Mr. Zhao, there’s an emergency. One of Feiyue soccer club’s student players is currently at the Central Hospital. I need to head there right away."

Ding Yue promptly informed Mr. Zhao.

Originally, the plan was to spend the day giving Mr. Zhao a proper tour of Mist City Arts and Science University and discussing the details of establishing a youth training system and the Feiyue Cup soccer league. But given this emergency, Ding Yue had no choice but to act immediately.

At the very least, once informed, he had to go to the hospital without delay.

"Go quickly—this matter can’t be delayed. I’ll accompany you, Principal Ding." Mr. Zhao immediately offered.

"Xiao Wen, prepare the car! We’re heading to the Central Hospital!"

Without hesitation, Ding Yue instructed his secretary, Wen Ruohan, to get the car ready. In situations like this, quick responses and efficiency are crucial. The most pressing issue now was to rush to Mist City Central Hospital and understand the situation.

"Yue, what happened?"

Nearby, Huang Youjie and Xu Bin rushed to ask.

"I’ll explain on the way—we’re heading to the Central Hospital now!" Ding Yue only spared a sentence for the two, before swiftly walking toward the parking area.