43: Chapter 43: Lori is stunned by the gunshot, Ranieri calls him personally!

At the Hotspur Training Centre on a training day, the setting sun stretched shadows long.

Most of the players had already finished showering and sped off in their luxury cars.

But on the sidelines, a white figure was still repeatedly placing the ball on the edge of the penalty area, stepping back, running up, and unleashing powerful shots—bang! Bang! Bang!

It was Yu Bai. Transfer rumors and loan controversies were matters outside the pitch. As long as he was still wearing the Tottenham training kit, his desire to make himself stronger would never slacken.

Extra training was his only way to combat all uncertainty, and his only weapon against that "32-year-old regretful future."

Just as he blasted the ball into the empty goal once more, a figure draped in a training top walked over slowly.

"Yu, still doing extra training? Looking at your stance, are you specializing in long-range Shooting?"

Hugo Lloris, the team captain and France national goalkeeper, stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, a hint of curiosity on his face.

Yu Bai stopped his movements and wiped away some sweat: "Yes, Captain. I want to find my rhythm again."

Hugo Lloris tilted his head, seemingly thinking for a moment, then waved his hand casually: "Alright, I'm free anyway. Come on, I'll practice with you for a bit. What's the point of Shooting at an empty goal? You need to face a world-class goalkeeper."

His tone was relaxed, carrying the casual air of an older brother mentoring a younger one, as he began to put on his gloves.

"Really? That would be great, Captain! I couldn't ask for more!"

Yu Bai's eyes lit up.

Being able to practice against a goalkeeper of Hugo Lloris's caliber would definitely be a hundred times more effective than Shooting at an empty goal.

However, ten minutes later, Hugo Lloris began to doubt his life, deeply regretting his hasty decision that "being free was just being free."

Bang!!!

Another powerful shot, the ball streaking like a cannonball straight into the top left corner!

Hugo Lloris dove, his fingertips even feeling the airflow, but the ball speed was too fast and the angle too tricky, still brushing past his fingertips and slamming into the net!

"Damn it!"

Hugo Lloris climbed up from the ground, shaking his numb palms, and glared at Yu Bai, "Kid, did you eat gunpowder? This Carloss Shooting Power..."

This strength, this speed, it was nothing like what a 17-year-old thin, tall guy should have! It was even more ferocious than the powerful shots of many strikers on the team!

That wasn't all. When Hugo Lloris deliberately defended against his powerful shots by positioning himself slightly forward, Yu Bai would run up and swing his leg. The movement still looked like a powerful shot, but at the moment of contact, his ankle had an extremely subtle inward rotation—curling it!

The ball traced a pleasing yet lethal arc, bypassing Hugo Lloris's desperately outstretched arm and hanging straight into the dead corner!

"Fuck!"

Hugo Lloris cursed for the second time.

This curve, this dip, this precision... is this fucking Beckham possessing him?!

Yu Bai knew exactly what was going on in his own mind.

After two days of crazy extra training and deliberation, he had initially mastered how to use the two major bug-like skills: "Beckhams Curve" and "Carloss Shooting Power."

His secret was: subtraction, not being greedy.

If he wanted violent aesthetics, he would completely unleash the power of "Carloss Shooting Power," not pursuing a curve, just a straightforward powerful shot, using absolute ball speed and power to crush everything.

If he wanted elegance and lethality, he would focus on the spin and precision of "Beckhams Curve," not using excessive force, using finesse and the curve to bypass the defense.

In the past, he had always wanted to combine them, but the result was that the curve wouldn't spin, and the power wouldn't fully release.

Now that his approach was clear, the results were immediate.

Especially when curling the ball, he only needed to use sixty or seventy percent of his previous power, and the ball speed and spin were even stronger than when he kicked with full force before! This allowed him to put more focus on precision.

But Hugo Lloris didn't know any of this! He just felt like he had seen a ghost.

Kane's Shooting was good because of his hard work and innate talent.

But this kid Yu Bai, wasn't he just a Dribbling monster whose Shooting could only be described as "average"... how, in just a few days, did his Shooting become enlightened, being fierce, accurate, and tricky all at once?

He couldn't save the powerful shots, and he couldn't reach the curves! Hugo Lloris was "humiliated" in turns by Yu Bai using two completely different methods. The dignified France national goalkeeper almost questioned his life on the training ground.

"I'm done, I'm done!"

Half an hour later, Hugo Lloris was panting, waving his hand with an expression that said "if you keep practicing, I'm going to get mad at you," "Yu, your Carloss Shooting Power... is actually this fierce! My hands are numb from saving your shots!"

Yu Bai smiled embarrassedly: "Captain, thank you for today!"

Hugo Lloris waved his hand with lingering fear, watching Yu Bai's retreating figure as he packed his things, muttering to himself: This kid is truly bizarre.

However, when Hugo Lloris returned home after his extra training, before he could even take a bath to relieve the soreness in his hands, he heard rumors that the club intended to loan Yu Bai out for a year. The news was clear: looking for a destination that could promise stable playing time.

Hugo Lloris held his phone, stunned. He recalled the shots on the training ground earlier that had left him helpless, and recalled the almost paranoid desire for goals and the calmness in Yu Bai's eyes.

Loan him out?

He frowned tightly.

I think... this kid doesn't seem to need to "level up" anymore. If he stays in the team as a secret weapon, a surprise factor, wouldn't that be great?

...

Just as Yu Bai walked out of the training center gate, his phone in his pocket began to vibrate frantically. He took it out and saw an unknown number with 6 missed calls. He frowned, walked to a relatively quiet corner, and answered.

"Hello?"

A voice with a thick Italian accent, speaking quickly but full of enthusiasm, came from the other end of the phone: "Hello! Yu Bai! This is Claudio Ranieri!"

Yu Bai: "...Huh?"

He didn't react in time for a moment.

"Claudio Ranieri! Leicester City! Your opponent, last time at the King Power Stadium!"

Claudio Ranieri added, with a smile in his voice.

Yu Bai finally came to his senses, his heart skipping a beat.

The manager of Leicester City? Calling me directly? This isn't right, is it?

"Mr. Claudio Ranieri, hello. May I ask... is there something you need?"

Yu Bai tried his best to keep his voice calm.