132: Chapter 132 Come on, you fight!

Three days later. Premier League Matchday 31.

Tottenham, having played one game ahead of schedule, hosted the "Cherries" Bournemouth at White Hart Lane.

Perhaps the joy of advancing in European competition had not yet dissipated, or perhaps it was the clear gap in strength, but this match was almost entirely one-sided.

Although Yu Bai did not score, he completely transformed into a "Master of Assists," pulling the strings in the midfield and tearing open the opponent's defense with precise Passing time and time again.

In the 18th minute, he used a highly penetrative through ball to assist Harry Kane in scoring on a breakaway.

Then in the 35th minute, he delivered a precise corner kick, assisting Toby Alderweireld with a Heading goal.

In the 57th minute of the second half, after a wall pass with Kieran Trippier on the right flank, he sent in a perfectly placed cross, which Dele Alli converted at the far post.

In the 73rd minute, Yu Bai was substituted off to rest.

But Tottenham's offensive momentum did not wane; substitute Mousa Dembélé scored with a long-range shot in the 81st minute, and Dier added to the tally with a header from a corner kick in the 89th minute.

In the end, Tottenham won a 5-0 thrashing of Bournemouth at home!

Yu Bai performed an assist Hat-trick, with Kane, Toby Alderweireld, Dele Alli, Mousa Dembélé, and Dier each scoring a goal.

With one extra game played, Tottenham closed the gap to just 2 points behind the league leaders, Leicester City!

However, in a later match, Leicester City also won on the road, widening the gap back to 5 points.

The suspense of the title race continued, but Tottenham had completely shifted the pressure onto their opponents.

...

After playing the match against Bournemouth, Yu Bai was about to embrace his first international break.

He would report to the England National Team for the first time.

The night before reporting, Kensington Villa, first-floor living room.

On the massive television screen, a virtual football match was being played intensely.

Yu Bai was buried deep in the soft sofa, wearing professional gaming headphones, his fingers flying over the game controller, and from time to time, he let out shouts of "Holy shit," "Great shot," or "How did that not go in?", fully immersed and in a state of extreme relaxation.

In stark contrast to his relaxation was Wen Wan, who was running around the living room, completely overwhelmed.

Tomorrow, Yu Bai was to report to the St. George's Park national team training base.

This was his first selection for the England senior national team, a historic moment!

There would surely be countless media outlets waiting with cameras and microphones; every step from getting out of the car to entering the base, and his attire, would be scrutinized and interpreted by the media.

Wen Wan felt the burden on her shoulders was as heavy as a mountain.

She had to prepare all the outfits for Yu Bai for the next few days of national team training and warm-up matches: what to wear each day, how to style it; it needed to reflect the youthful vigor of a young player without being too casual; it needed to show respect for the national team and the media without being too rigid; and it also had to highlight Yu Bai's physical advantages and that unique temperament, somewhere between a boy and a man...

"Would this sports jacket with these jeans be too casual?"

"Is the color of this shirt a bit too loud? Will the media say he isn't composed enough?"

"The national team should provide training gear... but what about casual wear for the road? And shoes, the shoes to match..."

Wen Wan felt like she was going crazy from these choices.

She walked back and forth between the living room and the walk-in closet, clutching a pile of clothes—some matched, some not—her brows furrowed, muttering to herself.

Meanwhile, the "culprit" was completely immersed in the world of the game, turning a blind eye to her distress.

"Nice! Got past him! Breakaway!" Yu Bai shouted excitedly, his body tilting slightly with the movements in the game.

Wen Wan looked at his "heartless" appearance, then back at the pile of headache-inducing clothes in her hands, and a sudden, inexplicable anger flared up.

Why am I stressing to death here, while you're having the time of your life over there?

Women are sometimes like that; if they see you having too good a time, they get upset.

Wen Wan took a deep breath, clutching the pile of clothes, stomped over to Yu Bai, and without a word, dumped the pile of colorful clothes right next to where Yu Bai was sitting on the sofa, almost covering his game controller.

Then, she stepped forward, blocking the massive TV screen, arms spread out in a "big" shape, completely obscuring Yu Bai's view.

"Hey!" Yu Bai was controlling a player dribbling forward and was about to take a shot when the screen was suddenly blocked by an "unknown object." He reflexively shouted, his head tilting to the left, and Wen Wan moved to the left; he tilted his head to the right, and Wen Wan moved to the right.

"Are you crazy?"

Yu Bai had to pause the game, take off his headphones, and look at the fuming Wen Wan with a mix of helplessness and dissatisfaction, "I'm about to score a winner! It's final stoppage time!"

"I don't care!"

Wen Wan puffed out her chest, though the action had little intimidation factor in her "big" pose, and was actually a bit funny, "Pause it! Look at what you're actually wearing tomorrow! These, and the ones in the closet, I've almost developed decision fatigue from styling them!"

Yu Bai looked at the clothes scattered across the sofa and the floor, then at Wen Wan's "you're not getting away with this today" expression, and felt his head spinning.

He waved his hand impatiently, "Just wear whatever! What's there to choose? Your eye and fashion sense,"

He paused, looking Wen Wan up and down. Although she was wearing loungewear and her hair was a bit messy, her foundation was there, "Plus my figure and looks, is it even possible for it to look bad?"

Although this was a complaint, the tone of praise was also very obvious.

Wen Wan felt a little sweet inside, but kept her haughty and dissatisfied expression on her face. She snorted and retorted, "What if I pick something that doesn't look good? What if the media nitpicks? Saying you dressed inappropriately for your first time in the national team, saying you're arrogant, saying you..."

"Then I'll spank you! Spank you hard!"

Yu Bai blurted it out without thinking, his tone carrying a fierce, joking nuance, trying to end this sudden "fashion crisis" so he could continue his game-winning goal.

Wen Wan: "..."

She was genuinely stunned, and immediately, a wave of shame and anger from being "teased" surged up.

What is this? Indecent talk? Brushing me off?

Fine, Yu Xiaobai, you're pulling this on me, right?

She looked at Yu Bai's "I was just saying, hurry up and move" expression, and suddenly made up her mind, deciding to just let go of all inhibitions.

Not only did she not move away, she leaned in half a step closer. Then, in Yu Bai's stunned gaze, she actually turned around, facing away from him, then bent over slightly, and towards Yu Bai's direction, stuck out her amazingly curved right hip, and even gave it a provocative little shake.

Under the soft light of the living room, the curves wrapped in her loungewear were breathtaking.

Her voice, filled with a desperate sense of shame and provocation, squeezed through her teeth:

"Come on, I'll give you the chance."

"Don't you dare be useless!"