49: Chapter 49 The Crescent Moon Blade Slaps the Mouth of the Troll: Who Are You to Call Me "Young Master"?

15th minute.

Bury FC rarely managed to organize a decent attack, but their Passing was slightly sluggish.

Just as their striker attempted to coordinate in the middle, a short blue figure flashed by like a ghost!

NGolo Kanté! A precise interception! Possession changed instantly!

"Kante! Interception!"

"Counter-attack opportunity!"

Yu Bai had already set off alertly near the halfway line, but he didn't cross it—as long as he didn't cross the halfway line, he was onside.

This was his instinct as an attacking player.

After intercepting the ball, Kante lifted his head and instantly saw that blue figure starting on the left flank like a cheetah.

Without hesitation, without even adjusting, Kante swung his right foot and sent a long-distance through ball over forty meters!

The ball, like a precision-guided missile, pierced through the midfield and headed straight for the vast open space behind the Bury FC defensive line!

"Long pass! Looking for Yu Bai!"

"What technique! Kante has this in his locker too?"

Yu Bai pushed his speed to the limit and steadily brought the ball down on the left wing.

However, Bury FC's right-back Riley, like a maggot on a tarsal bone, chased back frantically and blocked his path.

1v1, here we go again!

Looking at this "old acquaintance" in front of him, Yu Bai already had a plan.

He wouldn't play those flashy Step-overs, and he wouldn't give him a chance to stick close and commit a "professional foul."

Yu Bai slowed down his dribbling rhythm and slowly cut inside toward the center. One step, two steps... just as Riley's center of gravity shifted and he prepared to jockey for position—

Third step, sudden acceleration!

Slow—slow—fast! Irregular acceleration!

Simply using the rhythm difference and explosive starting power to breeze past him!

Riley only felt a blur before his eyes, and Yu Bai had already wiped past his side!

In a panic, he could no longer care about the limits of a "professional foul," and instinctively reached out to grab Yu Bai's jersey by the shoulder!

"Rip!"

The jersey was pulled out of shape.

Yu Bai's forward momentum was brutally halted, and he stumbled to the ground.

"Beep—!"

The referee's whistle was sharp. He ran over without hesitation, pointed to the spot of the foul, and simultaneously pulled a yellow card from his breast pocket, flashing it in front of Riley.

"Yellow card! Spot on!"

"Should have given it earlier! Too dirty!"

"Little Bai's dribbling is clean and crisp!"

Yet Riley was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; instead of showing any remorse, he charged at the referee with an angry face, waving his arms and arguing loudly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Yu Bai climbed up from the ground and looked at Riley's "the whole world is against me" face, suddenly realizing: No wonder this guy has explosive physical attributes and an England passport, yet he's still playing in EFL League One at 23.

Game intelligence and emotional management are sometimes more important than physicality.

On the left side of the penalty area arc, about 25 meters from the goal. Leicester City had a Free kick in an excellent position.

Yu Bai stepped up to the ball without hesitation, bent down, and placed it.

This was his Leicester City debut, and he had created this Free kick opportunity through his own personal ability.

His teammates around him—Kramaric, Ulloa, and others—all naturally dispersed; no one stepped up to contest the right to take it.

They knew clearly that in this position, curling the ball with the inside of his right foot, Yu Bai was one of the best choices on the team.

...

In front of the computer, Chen Hejing had picked up his phone again.

A smug sneer of victory was on his face, and his fingers typed rapidly in the edit box, his thoughts flowing like a fountain:

"Hilarious! Young Master? You're 17, you arrive at a new team, and you snatch the right to take a Free kick? Do you even have your teammates in your eyes? Do you know what it means to respect your seniors? Do you even understand how to take this kick? Do you think football is playing house, or is it like being at home with a nanny helping you practice shooting into an empty net? Who the hell do you think you are!? Do you really think you're some Young Master? This is Leicester City! Not your home! Stop embarrassing us Chinese people!"

He was just waiting for this Free kick from Yu Bai.

Whether it flew high into the stands or hit the wall, he would immediately click post to complete another "precision strike" and "traffic harvest."

He had even thought about how to "archaeologically excavate" Yu Bai later, and how to make him the "biggest joke in Chinese football."

Thinking of this, the smile on Chen Hejing's face became even brighter.

...

King Power Stadium gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on the blue-clad teenager standing behind the ball.

Yu Bai took a few steps back to measure his run-up.

His expression was calm, his eyes focused, as if all the noise around him had disappeared, and he only saw the goal and the arc he needed to draw.

Run-up.

Not fast, but full of rhythm.

Swing the leg.

His right foot was like a precision robotic arm, striking the lower middle-left part of the ball with the inside of his foot!

"Boom!"

A dull thud.

The ball left the ground, without terrifying speed, but with intense spin, drawing a stunning, gravity-defying Banana Kick!

The ball had a distinct, rapid dip in the air, bypassing the heads of the jumping wall, and with deadly elegance, hung straight into the absolute top right corner of the goal!

Bury FC goalkeeper Walton judged that the ball was going to the far corner the moment Yu Bai started his kick.

He dived sideways with full force, his body fully extended!

But the arc was too tricky, the dip too fast, and the angle too dead!

His fingertips didn't even manage to graze the edge of the ball!

"Swish—"

The crisp sound of the net being hit spread to thousands of households through the long-range audio system.

1:0! Yu Bai! His debut goal for Leicester City! 16 minutes in, a Banana Kick, a strike to seal the throat!

"Goooooooooooooooal!!!"

"Yu Bai—!!!"

"A world-class goal! A perfect Free kick!"

"A Banana Kick! Even Beckham would give a thumbs up!"

"This arc! This angle! Unsolvable!"

King Power Stadium instantly exploded! The blue ocean rose in monstrous waves!

Yu Bai turned around, sprinted toward the corner flag, spread his arms, and roared to the sky!

Kante, Christian Fuchs... all his teammates rushed over like crazy to tackle him, piling up on him!

[Holy crap! A world-class goal!]

[This arc, so cool!]

[Big Mouth Chen, say something!]

[Young Master? This is a Free kick master!]

...

In front of the computer, the smile on Chen Hejing's face froze completely the moment the ball pierced into the net.

He stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, as if someone had choked him by the throat, unable to utter a single word.

His brain was blank, with only that damn arc and the crisp sound of the net swishing looping infinitely in his ears.

A few seconds later, a cold chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He looked down abruptly at his phone, at the "denunciation" against Yu Bai that he had already edited and was just waiting to send.

Those mean, vicious words now felt like burning hot branding irons, stinging his eyes painfully.

"Damn it! It's over!"

He cried out, his hand shaking.

"Clatter!"

The phone fell to the ground, and the screen went black instantly.

But darker than the phone screen was Chen Hejing's face and mood at this moment.

That Weibo post... in his excitement just now, it seemed... he had already sent it out?!

"It's over, it's over, it's over..."

He scrambled to pick up the phone, frantically pressing the power button, his body trembling slightly from immense panic and regret.

The phone showed no reaction.

He could already see the overwhelming mockery and face-slapping comments about to appear under that Weibo post.

The "professional" and "daring to speak" persona he had built for years might completely collapse because of this one impulsive Weibo post.

At this moment, he felt even more anxious and desperate than when he had watched his ex-girlfriend get into a rich second-generation's Porsche years ago.