Starting from a Fake University-Chapter 1553 - 820 Feiyue Cup Youth Football League! (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 1553: Chapter 820 Feiyue Cup Youth Football League! (Please Subscribe)_2

Before announcing the good news, Ding Yue first gave the players of the Feiyue Football Club a heads-up, which was something that needed to be clarified.

Otherwise, if the players won the game with great joy but found the prize money far below their expectations, it could deal a heavy blow to their enthusiasm.

"Principal Ding, we play football not for the prize money."

"We do it for love."

"Principal Ding, even if you don’t give us any prize money, we’d still fight our hearts out on the football field!"

"Principal Ding, I don’t need the prize money!"

"Yeah, Principal Ding, I don’t need it either!"

Each player in the Feiyue Football Club had a resolute determination in their eyes. Some even expressed that they didn’t need the money at all, because they played football not for the prize, but for their love of the sport!

"That won’t do!"

Ding Yue immediately shook his head and said, "How could you not take the prize money? Big or small, it’s a symbol of your victory!"

Seeing the students’ purity, Ding Yue felt truly delighted, but of course, there was no way he wouldn’t reward them with a prize.

"The first good news is about the prize money. For defeating the Shuangjiang Football Club this time and securing a ticket to the Xia Super League, it’s decided to reward everyone with one hundred thousand yuan each. Ahead lies a long road, and as you achieve one victory after another, the prize money will grow increasingly generous. Let me draw you a big picture..."

Ding Yue calmly addressed every student of the Feiyue Football Club.

This time, the prize money—after Ding Yue, Huang Youjie, and Xu Bin had discussed it—was set at just one hundred thousand yuan.

One hundred thousand yuan might not seem like much, but it’s also not meager, considering that this match was only a win against the Shuangjiang Football Team. It wasn’t like they won the World Cup. A prize of one hundred thousand yuan for each person was already quite generous.

"Thank you, Principal Ding!"

"Wow, one hundred thousand yuan!"

"Principal Ding, you’re amazing."

"Hehe, an extra bit of pocket money!"

"Does everyone get one hundred thousand yuan?"

The students cheered joyously. This cheer wasn’t really about the money but about the "prize" itself and the passion for football.

"Principal Ding, what’s the big picture you’re drawing?"

"Haha, I love drawing big pictures the most."

"Principal Ding never makes false promises; everything he’s committed to has been fulfilled."

Everyone knew the kind of person Principal Ding was. How could he possibly make empty promises? Every promise he had made before had been delivered.

"Hahaha, then let me paint you a big picture today. From now on, if you overcome all obstacles, break through the domestic Xia Super League, and represent the national team in the Asian Cup, the Olympic Games, the World Cup, and so on—every championship you achieve will bring you great rewards. And if you win the World Cup championship, leading our national team to the pinnacle of world football, then congratulations, I’ll reward each of you with a small goal!"

Ding Yue vowed firmly.

A reward of a "small goal" for each player was nothing less than ten or twenty billion yuan. Ding Yue could certainly afford that.

"Principal Ding, a small goal as a reward? How much is that?"

Suddenly, a student asked.

"Haven’t you heard Principal Ding’s famous line? It was trending online before—a small goal is one billion yuan. Holy crap, a billion yuan!"

Another student exclaimed excitedly.

"Holy crap, a billion yuan?"

"At least a billion?"

"Principal Ding, are you serious?"

"Oh my god!"

"Wouldn’t that set us up for life?"

"Don’t get too excited, folks. The precondition is that we have to win the World Cup first!"

"Ah, winning the World Cup? That’s such a tough challenge."

"I can do it. I definitely can!"

When everyone heard Principal Ding mention a small goal of at least one billion yuan as a bonus, they got overwhelmingly excited. But upon reflection, they realized the precondition was winning the World Cup. Wow, that was no ordinary difficulty!

But it didn’t matter. The World Cup championship—it’s the sacred dream in every footballer’s heart, isn’t it?

If you love football and become a professional footballer, yet don’t even hold a dream of winning the World Cup, then what’s the difference between you and a salted fish?

"Winning the World Cup—that’s my ultimate dream!"

"Since I chose to play professional football, I must work toward the ultimate dream!"

"If our national team wins the World Cup, what kind of scene would that even be?"

"Wouldn’t that be a ’once in a lifetime’ event?"

"We have to have confidence, brothers!"

The players in the Feiyue Football Club began to dream aloud.

Since tonight’s celebration banquet was livestreamed as usual, the moment Ding Yue mentioned Feiyue Football Club’s ultimate goal of winning the World Cup, the comments section blew up instantly.

"Hahaha, Principal Ding, stop joking."

"The youngsters are amazing, but a World Cup win seems too far-fetched."

"Qualifying for the World Cup seems possible, but winning it? That’s ’once in a lifetime’ material."

"Feiyue wins the World Cup? Don’t forget to tell my late father!"

"This is hilarious. You’re just a college team, yet you dream of winning the World Cup?"

"World Cup champions? Maybe in the next life."

"It’s hard enough to see our national team qualify for the World Cup, let alone win it."

"I hope you play well and move forward steadily, one step at a time!"

"If you really win the World Cup, I’ll call you my dads!"

"That guy who said he’ll call them dads is going all in!"

"To be honest, who doesn’t want to see our national team win the World Cup? If that really happens, it’ll be a nationwide celebration!"

"Wake up! Stop daydreaming in broad daylight."

The livestream viewers were in an uproar.

Of course, many of them understood that this was just Principal Ding and the young footballers expressing their "ultimate aspiration." Nobody really took it too seriously.

But there were still a few stubborn individuals who kept arguing with Feiyue Football Club and Principal Ding, claiming that even if the Earth ceased to exist, the national team couldn’t win the World Cup, and saying things like, how could Mist City Arts and Science University’s Feiyue Football Club, a mere school team, dare to dream about the World Cup?

However!

Ding Yue’s goal truly was to win the World Cup—so what?

Under his leadership, this group of passionate young players could create unlimited possibilities on the football field!

"You have to believe in yourselves."

Ding Yue smiled as he said to the players of Feiyue Football Club, "As long as you’re willing to fight hard, even if we don’t win the World Cup, so what? Being able to carve out a new future for our national team is already commendable. Keep it up, everyone."

Though Ding Yue’s real goal was indeed to aim for the World Cup championship, he couldn’t speak too boldly in most cases. Otherwise, it would sound like bragging, and it might even place unnecessary psychological and public pressure on Feiyue Football Club’s players.

Therefore, Ding Yue emphasized that even if they couldn’t win the World Cup, it wouldn’t matter—they would take it one step at a time.

"Go!"

The players of Feiyue Football Club suddenly shouted in unison.

Their shout was particularly spirited.

Looking at this group of energetic young people, Ding Yue couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.

From now on, he would personally witness these young players marching step by step toward their intermediate goal—the World Cup championship!