68: Chapter 68 Wen Wan A stepped forward: That's it? What does he have to compare with you?

Outside the Leicester training ground.

Yu Bai finished his extra training, rubbed his slightly sore shoulders, and sat in the passenger seat of Wen Wan's eye-catching Maybach S600.

"Why did you train so hard today?"

Wen Wan started the car, glancing at the slightly exhausted Yu Bai.

"Increased the load, felt like I could squeeze out a bit more."

Yu Bai leaned against the headrest and closed his eyes.

The car drove out of the training ground and merged into traffic.

Yu Bai was about to doze off, but felt the speed was faster than usual, with obvious acceleration.

"Hey," he opened his eyes, checked the speedometer, then looked at the clearly "rushing" Wen Wan, "Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Wen Wan felt a bit embarrassed, laughed sheepishly, eased off the gas slightly, but her tone was excited: "Get back early, just in time for the live match!"

Yu Bai raised an eyebrow, puzzled: "Match? What match?"

"Tottenham vs Sunderland!"

Wen Wan's eyes sparkled, her tone upbeat, "Son Heung-min is starting! His Tottenham debut!"

Yu Bai was even more confused, turning his head to look at her: "You like Son Heung-min? A fan of his?"

"Huh?"

Wen Wan was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice rising an octave, with an expression that said "Who are you insulting?", "How is that possible! I like him? My eyes aren't blind!"

"Then why are you in such a rush to get back to watch his match?" Yu Bai was speechless.

"I have to watch it properly," Wen Wan huffed, a "troublemaker" curve on her lips, her eyes flashing with fighting spirit, "What on earth does he have to compare with my idol?"

"I'm already looking forward to the news articles about the media blasting him for being 'inferior to Yu Bai' after the game! Just thinking about it is satisfying!"

Yu Bai: "..."

He silently turned his head back and fastened his seatbelt.

Woman, thy name is holding a grudge.

It seems Wen Wan cares even more than he does about Son Heung-min "replacing" him at Tottenham.

...

Yu Bai's apartment.

As soon as Wen Wan entered, she didn't even change her shoes properly, rushed to the sofa, grabbed the remote, nimbly turned on the TV, and switched to the Sky Sports live channel.

The match had been on for over ten minutes.

She stared at the screen while frantically boiling water for instant noodles: "Xiao Bai, dinner is simple today, let's have instant noodles! Make do with it!"

Yu Bai looked at the two bowls of Old Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles on the coffee table, his mouth twitched, but he hadn't eaten this "junk food" in a long time, and strangely, he kind of missed it.

He slumped on the other sofa, his eyes also fixed on the TV screen.

On the screen, Son Heung-min was in the right winger position, Nacer Chadli was on the left, and Dele Alli was the attacking midfielder.

But Tottenham's front-field coordination looked... somewhat raw, with many Passing errors, and their positioning often overlapped.

Son Heung-min tried to create threats with his speed or cutting inside several times when he got the ball on the right, but Sunderland's defense was very targeted, making his play a bit of a struggle, and his presence wasn't high.

"Is this it?"

Wen Wan made the noodles, brought them over, glanced at the screen, and pointed at the white number 7 with her fork, her tone full of disdain, "They bought this for 30 million? Can't get past anyone, can't find anyone with his crosses... No wonder Jonathan Barnett always says Tottenham's management has a 'unique' eye for buying players."

Yu Bai didn't answer, silently eating his noodles.

He watched more carefully; Son Heung-min's off-the-ball movement and support awareness were actually good, but there was clearly a lack of chemistry with his teammates, and Sunderland's defense was very compact today, with little space.

After finishing a bowl of instant noodles, Tottenham still hadn't organized any decent threatening attacks.

The game became a bit dull.

After Yu Bai was full, the familiar fatigue combined with the warm indoor temperature made his eyelids start to fight.

"Xiao Bai, look at his ball control!"

"That choice of Passing... I could do better!"

"Oh, lost it again!"

Wen Wan sat nearby, drinking beer, turning into a "barrage generator", "critiquing" every touch Son Heung-min made, her tone becoming increasingly disappointed.

"Xiao Bai, you are much better than this Son Heung-min! Really! You will lead the Chinese National Football Team to defeat South Korea in the future, right?"

No response.

Wen Wan turned her head, puzzled.

She saw that Yu Bai had somehow slumped into the sofa, eyes closed, breathing evenly, fast asleep.

His long eyelashes cast faint shadows under his eyelids, and because he had just eaten hot noodles, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his lips slightly pursed, looking... defenseless, even a bit cute.

Wen Wan instantly went quiet.

She gently put down her beer bottle, wiped her mouth with a tissue, then tiptoed a bit closer, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and watched him quietly for a while.

On TV, the noise of the match became background sound.

On a whim, she reached out, wanting to help him brush aside a strand of hair on his forehead that was damp with sweat.

However, just as her fingers were about to touch his forehead, a strand of her own long hair slid down from her shoulder first, softly brushing against Yu Bai's cheek and... lips.

In his sleep, Yu Bai seemed to feel the itch, his nice eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, and his lips moved subconsciously.

This subtle expression, seen by Wen Wan who was inches away, seemed to carry a silent, deadly attraction.

Her heart skipped a beat, without warning, and then began to accelerate wildly.

Before her brain could think, her body had already taken action.

She held her breath, as if afraid to disturb a fragile dream, and slowly, slowly lowered her head.

Then, on Yu Bai's lips, which looked exceptionally rosy and beautifully shaped from just eating instant noodles, she planted a kiss, extremely gentle, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Gone as soon as it touched.

So fast it felt like a hallucination.

Wen Wan bounced away as if she had been scalded, covered her mouth, her cheeks instantly flushing to the point of bleeding, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest, almost jumping out.

She looked at the still "sleeping" Yu Bai in a panic, scanned the surroundings like a thief, then scurried back to her seat like a thief, hugged a pillow, and buried her burning face in it.

I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead!

What am I doing!

He's asleep! He doesn't know anything! Yes! He doesn't know!

She desperately tried to brainwash herself, but her ears were perked up, listening to the movement on Yu Bai's side.

On the sofa, the seemingly "sleeping" Yu Bai...

His heart was in turmoil.

Yu Bai's inner monologue: !!!

F***...

I was indeed asleep, but your hair fell down and woke me up, sis!

I was just about to open my eyes to ask what you were doing, and then you...

How am I supposed to open my eyes now?! Huh?!

Should I "wake up" or "not wake up"?

Waiting online, it's urgent!

Yu Bai maintained his "sleeping" posture, motionless, only his eyelashes trembling imperceptibly.

This...

Is the plot starting to go in a strange direction?