47: Chapter 47 Dilraba wore my jersey? And called me "Young Master"? That's work!

China, Beijing.

CCTV Sports channel changed its program schedule.

The pre-recorded program was removed and replaced with a bright red live broadcast preview: "Tonight at 22:00, England League Cup, Second Round, Leicester City vs Bury FC."

Everyone knew why.

Weibo was once again hit by the "Yu Bai shockwave."

Popular actress, 23-year-old Dilraba, suddenly posted on Weibo with a concise and powerful caption: "Young Master, good luck with the match!" followed by a blue heart emoji.

The accompanying photo was a collage.

In the photos, she wore a home blue Leicester City jersey, with a brand-new "YU" and "52" printed on the back.

Whether she was winking playfully or clenching her fist in encouragement, her top-tier beauty paired with this "battle robe" made her look absolutely stunning, and the topic #Dilraba Yu Bai# instantly skyrocketed to the top three on the trending list.

The affectionate and unique title "Young Master" immediately sparked curiosity across the internet.

Soon, resourceful netizens dug up the truth: Yu Bai is the young master of "Star Shine Media," the agency Dilraba belongs to, and his mother is the boss, Shen Muwan!

[Dilraba: Boss, mission accomplished! (doge)]

[Boss Shen: Is there a problem with riding my son's popularity? No problem!]

[I give this marketing a full score!]

[Dilraba's jersey... hiss, suddenly want to buy the same one!]

...

Before the match, London, a private room in a high-end club.

Several members of the "Happy Squad" from Tottenham — Dele Alli, Harry Kane, Ben Davies, and others — were relaxing.

Alli held his phone, frowning: "I can't get through to that kid Yu Bai! He's not replying to messages either! Did this guy forget about us as soon as he left?"

Kane took a sip of his drink and said calmly: "I'll call Vardy; he should be able to pick up."

The call connected quickly, and Kane said directly: "Vardy, we want to talk to Yu."

"OK, Harry, hold on."

Vardy's voice came through, and he seemed to hand the phone to someone nearby.

A few seconds later, Yu Bai's face appeared on Kane's phone screen, with the corridor of the King Power Stadium home locker room in the background.

He was a bit surprised: "Harry? Ben? Where are you guys...?"

The camera shifted as Alli's excited big face squeezed in: "Yu! You're not being a good friend! You didn't even say goodbye before you left? You just sent a message and then disappeared?"

His tone was exaggeratedly complaining, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Ben Davies also leaned in and shouted in his newly learned, extremely broken Chinese: "Yu Bai!"

Then he quickly switched back to English: "Good luck in the match tonight, brother! We are all watching you on TV! Waiting to see your Hat-trick!"

Kane added with a smile from the side: "And a four-goal haul!"

Looking at those familiar faces on the screen and listening to their noisy blessings and jokes, the sadness of parting in Yu Bai's heart was instantly replaced by a warm current.

Besides smiling, what else could he say?

Although he wasn't at Tottenham for long, these guys were truly great.

"Alright, alright, don't disturb Yu Bai's preparation."

Kane took back the phone and nodded at Yu Bai, "Play well, Yu. Let the Leicester City fans see how amazing the people from our Tottenham are."

...

King Power Stadium, player tunnel.

Yu Bai had changed into the pure blue Leicester City home kit, with "52" and "YU" still on the back.

Team staff had suggested he pick an earlier number that symbolized a starting player, but he politely declined.

52 was his starting point; he didn't want to change it.

If Dilraba looked stunning in this, it fit Yu Bai's tall, slender build and handsome face perfectly.

The blue and white color scheme made his skin look even fairer, like a football teenager who had stepped out of a manga; he was almost excessively good-looking.

NGolo Kanté stood in front of him, turned his head, and looked at this new teammate who was a head taller than him.

His usually expressionless face revealed a simple, honest smile, and he asked in English with a heavy French accent: "Are you nervous, Yu?"

Yu Bai looked at this legendary defensive midfielder who would later be known as "covering 70% of the Earth's surface."

At this moment, he still looked a bit green, and he nodded honestly: "A little."

Kanté smiled even more honestly.

He turned around and looked at Yu Bai with eyes that seemed to see through everything, his tone plain but full of reassuring power: "Yu, on the field, you just keep moving forward. Defense, leave it to me."

No flowery language, no exaggerated promises.

Just this simple sentence, like the most solid cornerstone, was placed under Yu Bai's feet.

He was playing as a left winger tonight, and Kanté was the left central midfielder, his shield.

He believed him.

"Okay!"

Yu Bai also smiled and nodded vigorously.

Following the referee team out of the player tunnel, the roaring sound of the crowd instantly swallowed him!

King Power Stadium was packed, with blue flags surging like an ocean.

Amidst the deafening shouts of "Leicester!", Yu Bai actually clearly caught a few sentences in Chinese: "Yu Bai! Good luck!" "Young Master! Look here!"

He followed the sound and looked over; in the stands near the player tunnel, a small area was particularly eye-catching —

Wen Wan stood at the front, and behind her were dozens of young Chinese faces, both men and women.

They were all wearing brand-new blue Leicester City jerseys printed with "52" and "YU," waving scarves and national flags vigorously!

This jersey only hit the shelves in local Leicester stores today and couldn't be bought anywhere else.

Dilraba's one was "custom-made" by someone Shen Muwan found after she knew Yu Bai had decided on number 52.

Yu Bai grinned at that direction, drawing even more excited screams.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the lush green turf of King Power Stadium.

Just as his left foot completely stepped over the sideline of the pitch — "Ding!"

A familiar and crisp prompt sounded deep in his mind!

[Ding —]

[At 32 years old, you have ushered in a focal point battle. More than a million viewers worldwide are watching your performance.]

[Triggering the "Fame with One Goal Challenge" (Million-level).]

[Achieve a goal and an assist in this match to randomly receive a multiple-choice reward.]

"Hiss —"

Yu Bai gasped, his footsteps pausing imperceptibly.

The mission has been upgraded!

Last time, he only needed to score.

This time, in the League Cup against a lower-level opponent, the attention might be slightly less, but with the traffic boost from the CCTV live broadcast, million-level attention was easily achieved.

But the difficulty has also increased — he must score + assist to get the reward!

A stronger fighting spirit, mixed with the absolute freedom given by Claudio Ranieri, the solid backing promised by Kanté, the acceptance of his teammates, the blessings of old friends, the expectations of his family, and the support of that small blue Chinese phalanx in the stands... all ignited and burned fiercely in his chest!

He raised his head and looked at the opposite half, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"Let's do it, Yu Bai."

He said to himself, his voice soft, but firm as iron.

"Blow up this blue King Power Stadium!"