65: Chapter 65 Director Yu is online! A premonition of a decisive victory is at its peak, and system rewards are beckoning?

Huanledou Live Stream.

The streamer Streamer was completely "fired up," his hair ruffled like a bird's nest, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the screen.

He had predicted a "Leicester City Win (-0.5)" today, which meant Leicester City had to win for him to make money. It was easy to imagine the scene of "wailing everywhere" and "streamer meltdown" in his live stream when the score became 0-2.

But now, it was 2-2! And it was a heaven-defying equalizer, crawling back from hell! More importantly, the momentum at the entire King Power Stadium had completely shifted to the Foxes, and the entire Aston Villa team was being crushed to the point of suffocation, looking like they were about to collapse.

Streamer clenched his fists so tightly his nails were digging into his palms, screaming into the microphone in a near-prayer:

"Leicester City! Give! It! To! Me! Charge!"

"Last-minute winner! I want a last-minute winner!"

"This is the last wave! Get it in!"

"Young Master, save me!"

The chat in the live stream instantly completed a dramatic turnaround from "Refund my money!" to "Young Master, save me!":

[Young Master, save me!]

[Young Master! No, Dad! Dear Dad! If this ball goes in, I'll be your loyal dog for ten years!]

[Everyone who was cursing the Young Master just now, come out! Line up and apologize!]

[From now on, whoever disses our Young Master is an enemy to me and an enemy to my keyboard!]

[Baibao: I just passed it twice casually, why did you all kneel down? (Dog head)]

[Last-minute winner! I want to see a last-minute winner! The script is already written!]

...

82nd minute.

Yu Bai received the ball on the left wing again, facing a double-team from Villa. He didn't force a breakthrough; instead, he used a change in rhythm to create half a step of space, decisively went down the flank, and then delivered a low cross!

The ball was blocked over the end line by Richards with his body.

Leicester City was awarded a corner kick.

CCTV Sports studio.

Commentator Duan Xuan watched the replay, his tone excited: "It's another corner kick created by Yu Bai! His threat on the left wing is too great; Villa now has to use two people just to barely contain him."

Commentator Zhang Lu adjusted his glasses, chuckled, and began his "professional praise": "Hehe, that's right. And we can clearly see that this is not just a display of Yu Bai's individual ability, but a huge improvement in his tactical status within the team, or rather... liberation."

He paused to organize his thoughts: "When he first came to Leicester City, Yu Bai was purely an explosive point on the left flank, with a simple and clear task: dribbling, crossing, or cutting inside to shoot. But look at him now."

Commentator Zhang Lu pointed at the tactical screen, "Claudio Ranieri hasn't fixed him to the left flank. Apart from the right flank where Mahrez is, which he rarely visits, Yu Bai is almost everywhere in the front court! Left half-space, center, and even occasionally dropping to the right half-space to support... He is like a stirrer, specifically designed to disrupt Aston Villa's defensive system!"

Commentator Duan Xuan timely threw out the question the audience cared about most: "So, Commentator Zhang Lu, do you think in the last ten minutes or so of this match, including stoppage time, Leicester City has a chance to pull off a last-minute winner and take all three points at home?"

Commentator Zhang Lu chuckled, his expression becoming somewhat "crafty," and he tapped Yu Bai's avatar on the screen:

"Hehe, as for this question... you'll have to ask Director Yu."

Seeing Commentator Duan Xuan's puzzled expression, Commentator Zhang Lu added with a smile: "Director Yu Bai! This second half of the match, from 0-2 to 2-2, this drama of 'desperate counterattack,' wasn't it written and directed by him? Vardy scored twice, but honestly, his and Mahrez's form today can only be considered average. The ones who really changed the situation were the substitutes, Kante and Yu Bai; one took charge of defense, the other directed the attack."

"So," Commentator Zhang Lu concluded, his tone full of anticipation, "whether they can pull off a last-minute winner and take three points... we still have to see what kind of ending 'Director Yu Bai' arranges for us next!"

[Commentator Zhang Lu knows how to give nicknames! "Director Yu," really?]

[Director Yu: All departments in position, lighting, camera, prepare for the last-minute winner!]

[Vardy, Mahrez: We are actors, wherever Director Yu points, we attack!]

[This commentary, it's got that flavor!]

...

Beijing time, 00:40. A university girls' dormitory.

Liu Haocun was curled up under her quilt, wearing headphones, the dim light from her phone screen illuminating her beautiful but sleepy face.

She was still holding on, watching the live broadcast on CCTV Sports.

Hearing Commentator Zhang Lu's words "Director Yu" and "Director Yu Bai," she couldn't help but chuckle, quickly covering her mouth for fear of waking her roommates. But the smile spilled out from her eyes.

Director Yu Bai...

This title inexplicably sparked some strange fireworks in her mind.

She couldn't help but start fantasizing: one day, she would truly realize her dream, walk onto the big screen, and become a highly anticipated actress... and the director of the film would be Yu Bai.

In the scene, she was wearing gorgeous costumes, Yu Bai was sitting behind the monitor, watching the screen intently, then shouted "Cut," walked over, and patiently gave her acting advice...

This association was a bit incongruous, yet it made a hint of indescribable, slightly shameful sweetness well up in her heart.

She looked at the tireless, running blue number 52 figure on the screen, and suddenly asked softly, towards the screen:

"Hey, Yu Bai..."

"Why... did you choose number 52?"

Actually, she was harboring a very "narcissistic" and even a bit "shameless" guess in her heart—

My birthday is May 20th.

52... 520...

Could it be... because of this?

As soon as this thought popped up, her face instantly turned red, and the tips of her ears were burning. She quickly buried her face in her pillow, secretly cursing herself: Liu Haocun, what are you thinking! Too shameful! How is that possible!

But the smile on the corners of her mouth, like she had stolen honey, couldn't be suppressed no matter what, harder to suppress than the crosshairs of an AK-47.

She lifted her head again, looking at the young man on the screen who was actively running and waving for the ball, clasped her hands together, placed them in front of her chest, and said in a whisper, incomparably seriously:

"Director Yu Bai..."

"Go for it."

"Win... all the matches you want to win!"

...

87th minute.

Leicester City's attack was like a tide, one wave after another.

The substitute forward Nathan Dyer cut inside from the left, drew the defense, and then laid the ball horizontally towards the top of the arc in the center. Yu Bai appeared there as if he had predicted it!

He met the rolling ball, didn't stop it, and while running, directly swung his left foot, curling a pass with excellent speed and curve!

The solid fundamentals laid down in the Arsenal youth academy since childhood made his weak-foot Passing no less inferior!

The ball carved out a beautiful arc, accurately bypassing the heads of the Villa defenders at the near post, and flew towards the six-yard box!

And there, a short but explosive blue figure rose from the ground like a rocket! It was NGolo Kanté!

It was as if he and Yu Bai had a telepathic connection; he had started his forward run before Yu Bai even kicked the ball, trusting that Yu Bai would definitely see this line and pass the ball over!

"Kante! Heading!"

Kante leaped with all his might, a powerful header, fiercely directing the ball towards the far corner of the goal!

This header was powerful and heavy, and the angle was tricky! It looked like it was about to drill into the net!

"Is it in?!" All Leicester City fans were already prepared to jump up and celebrate.

However!

Villa goalkeeper Brad Guzan made a god-tier save!

He seemed to have predicted it long ago, his body pounced sideways like a spring, and he used his right palm to limit-block the ball!

"Bang!"

"Oh no —!!!"

King Power Stadium erupted with a landslide-like sound of huge regret!

The ball parried by Guzan bounced towards the six-yard box, and the following Villa defender Kieran Richardson, still shaken, rushed before everyone else and kicked the ball out of bounds with a big boot!

"God-tier save! Guzan saved Villa!"

"Kante! What a pity!"

Vardy held his head with both hands, kneeling in the penalty area, his face full of disbelief—this ball actually didn't go in?!

Kante even more directly lay painfully on the turf, his fists pounding the ground in annoyance; this close-range, almost certain goal header being saved was hard for him to accept. The entire King Power Stadium, like a giant balloon that had been punctured, instantly "deflated," filled with huge sighs and sounds of wringing hands.

However, in this atmosphere of regret that was almost solidifying, Yu Bai rushed towards the direction where the ball flew out of bounds at the fastest speed!

On his face, there was no regret, annoyance, or frustration. Only a kind of almost cold focus and urgency.

"Quick! Throw-in!" He shouted at the nearest teammate, Schlupp, while quickly observing the positioning of the Villa players and the runs of his teammates.

Regret? No time! The match wasn't over yet!

More importantly, a strong, indescribable premonition was ringing wildly in his heart, like the beating of war drums!

Coming back from two goals down to win three!

In the Premier League, at home, in the final moments, completing an epic turnaround from 0-2 to 3-2...

Yu Bai's heart beat violently because of this premonition.

He had a premonition that if this comeback from two goals down to win three could be realized, it would definitely trigger the system's rewards; after all, this was a "classic work"!

System, you wouldn't just turn a blind eye, right?