79: Chapter 79 Divine Skill Descends, Attributes Soar! Foreign Media: Yu Bai Got Beaten Up?

Yu Bai leaned against the locker in the dressing room, taking advantage of the gap in Claudio Ranieri's tactical briefing to let his consciousness sink into that familiar azure space and open his attribute panel.

[Name: Yu Bai]

[Age: 32]

[Speed 66, Explosiveness 64 → 68, Strength 44, Ball Control 76, Passing 85, Shooting 89 → 90]

[Dribbling 91, Tackling 31, Heading 31, Vision 80, Composure 70, Stamina 67]

[Overall Rating 85]

[Skills: Beckhams Curve (Star), Demon of Dribbling (Legend), Carloss Shooting Power (Superstar)]

[Enhancement: Knees (Permanently reduces injury risk by 50%)]

[Special Ability: Star Treatment]

He had already used the 5 free attribute points he gained from the last match.

Shooting +1, successfully breaking the 90 threshold and stepping into the superstar tier.

The remaining 4 points all went to explosiveness, raising it from 64 to 68.

For a rhythm-based player, the explosiveness of the first step is crucial; it is the key to escaping defense and creating space.

But now, he faced a much happier dilemma—choosing one of four superstar-level skills.

Just as he was locked in an internal battle, his CPU running at high speed over the four options, head coach Claudio Ranieri's voice pulled him back to reality:

"Yu."

Claudio Ranieri looked at him with sharp eyes. "How much longer can your Stamina last in the second half?"

This question was direct and critical. Yu Bai's face instantly felt a bit hot.

If he didn't have the system as a "ruler," he might have stiffened his neck and shouted with hot-blooded impulse: "Boss, I can play the whole game! My Stamina is fine!"

Young people, who doesn't care about face? Who lacks fighting spirit?

But the cold, hard 67 points of Stamina on the system panel were like a basin of ice water, making him instantly sober.

If the system says 67, it absolutely cannot be 68.

In such high-intensity, fast-paced Premier League confrontations, especially since he had been both the explosive point in the front court and frequently dropping back to organize and fight in the first half, the consumption was huge.

Forcing himself to play the full game, he would likely be a "semi-finished product" in the last twenty or thirty minutes, with bottomed-out Stamina and significantly diminished effectiveness, or even increase the risk of injury due to distorted movements.

This was definitely not what Claudio Ranieri wanted to see, nor was it a responsible attitude toward the team.

Yu Bai took a deep breath, raised his head, his eyes calm and firm, and gave a calculated, relatively conservative, but absolutely responsible answer:

"30 minutes!"

"Boss, I promise, for the next 30 minutes, I will give it my all without holding back even a bit!"

"Once I feel my Stamina starting to drop significantly and my state cannot be guaranteed, I will signal you and the coaching staff immediately!"

Knowing when to advance and retreat, understanding what to give up.

Claudio Ranieri looked at the 17-year-old boy in front of him who was unusually mature, a flash of undisguised appreciation in his eyes. He nodded vigorously: "Very good. Remember your words."

What he appreciated was this clarity.

A player who "grits his teeth and hangs on" on the pitch while his actual effectiveness constantly diminishes is sometimes really not as good as a fresh force with full Stamina who can execute specific tactics.

Leicester City had options on the bench.

Claudio Ranieri went on to assign tasks to others.

Yu Bai put his full attention back into the multiple-choice question that would affect his future path.

Quaresma's Outside Foot (Superstar)

Yu Bai was no stranger to him.

Ricardo Quaresma, a genius who pushed outside-foot technique to the extreme of practicality and aesthetics, even "blessed by misfortune" due to a slight deformity in his right foot, practicing a unique skill in the football world.

This was no mere showmanship; it was a conventional weapon that could tear open defensive lines, deliver a lethal pass, or complete a strange shot.

Choosing this, Yu Bai's Passing lines would be more tricky, strange, and impossible to guard against—definitely a "superior" level skill.

Casemiro's Tackle (Superstar)

Real Madrid's Casemiro? Did he become a legendary player in 2030? The Yu Bai in the system was 32 years old, so the timeline was 2030.

In that case, Casemiro was still very young now, but this skill foreshadowed his extraordinary future.

This could greatly compensate for Yu Bai's defensive shortcomings, giving him top-tier interception ability that was clean, precise, and capable of directly launching counterattacks—a metronome for offense-defense transition. Also a qualitative "superior" skill.

De Bruynes Gods Eye View (Superstar)

Kevin De Bruyne!

Yu Bai was much more familiar with him than with Casemiro.

At this time, "Ding Ding" was already wreaking havoc in the Bundesliga, assisting like crazy at Wolfsburg. After transferring to Manchester City, under Pep Guardiola, he showed the terrifying potential of the future world's number one midfielder.

"Gods Eye View" — unparalleled pitch Vision, imagination that pierces through defensive lines, surgical through balls, cannonball-like crosses... This was the ultimate essence of a top-tier playmaker, a divine skill capable of revitalizing the team's offense on his own and feeding the ball right to his teammates' mouths! It had to be "awesome"!

Robben's Cut-inside Shooting (Superstar)

Arjen Robben.

A monster who had been "seen through" by all defenders and fans around the world (it was nothing more than cutting inside from the right and curling a shot into the far corner with his left foot), but simply couldn't be stopped.

The "Robben Corridor" could be called the most famous "open conspiracy" in football.

Cutting inside to shoot was a basic skill for a winger, but Robben had practiced it to the realm of a grandmaster.

This skill itself was "awesome"! But Yu Bai had a concern: Robben was left-footed, focusing on cutting inside from the right. He himself was right-footed, playing on the left. Would the skill have a "rejection reaction"?

Would cutting inside from the left and curling a shot with his right foot have the same effect? Would it turn into "imitating a beauty but looking ugly"?

Struggling, incredibly struggling.

But time waits for no one.

Yu Bai's gaze lingered between C and D for a moment, recalling his exquisite transfers and penultimate passes in the first half, and thinking of the "front-court freelancer" positioning Claudio Ranieri gave him...

A top-tier explosive point, plus a top-tier "pitch brain" and "ball-feeding master"...

The picture was too beautiful.

"It's you! C!"

With a firm intention, he chose — De Bruynes Gods Eye View (Superstar)!

[Selection confirmed! Skill merging...]

In an instant, Yu Bai felt as if his brain had been thrown into a vortex of information!

Countless new perceptions and intuitions about pitch space, teammate positioning, defensive gaps, and Passing lines poured in like a tsunami!

At the same time, related attributes began to soar synchronously!

[Ball Control 76 → 80]

[Passing 85 → 91]

[Vision 80 → 95]

[Overall Rating 85 → 88!]

"Ugh..."

A strong sense of dizziness and nausea hit him suddenly!

The magnitude of this attribute increase was too great, especially the Vision skyrocketing from 80 to 95. This leap in the "cognitive level" caused his brain and body to produce a violent "rejection reaction"!

His Vision went black, his body swayed uncontrollably, and he hurriedly used his back to press hard against the locker to barely keep from falling.

He gasped for air, cold sweat instantly seeping from his forehead, his stomach churning, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.

The side effects of this "evolution" were more violent than any time before!

"Yu! What's wrong with you?!"

Kante, who had been silently watching Yu Bai, was the first to notice something wrong. He immediately put down the water bottle in his hand, rushed over in one stride to support Yu Bai, and shouted toward the team doctor: "Doctor! Come quickly! Something's wrong with Yu Bai!"

His shout instantly attracted the attention of the entire locker room.

"What's wrong?"

"Yu Bai?!"

"Doctor!"

Claudio Ranieri's expression also changed, and he walked over quickly.

The team doctor rushed over with a medical kit and immediately performed a preliminary examination on Yu Bai.

Yu Bai complained bitterly in his heart; this damned system "fusion reaction" was too exaggerated!

He endured the discomfort, and while the doctor was examining him, he quickly made up a "reasonable" explanation:

"No, it's nothing... just a sudden moment, a bit dizzy, nauseous, maybe I fought too hard in the first half, a bit exhausted, plus... I was butting heads with someone in the tunnel just now, and my breath wasn't quite smooth."

He said it half-truthfully, blaming the "small conflict" at the end of the first half and the Stamina consumption.

He had to say this, otherwise, with Claudio Ranieri's attitude of treating him like the "apple of his eye," he definitely wouldn't let him play in the second half! Wouldn't the divine skill and skyrocketing attributes just acquired be wasted?

After the examination, the team doctor found no obvious trauma or acute illness. Hearing Yu Bai's explanation, he also tended to think it was temporary discomfort caused by sudden relaxation after intense exercise, combined with emotional agitation. He gave Yu Bai some water and let him calm his breathing.

At this time, captain Wes Morgan squeezed over. This tough-guy captain was full of anger at the moment. He squatted down, grabbed Yu Bai's shoulders with both hands, his eyes wide as copper bells, and lowered his voice but couldn't hide his excitement:

"Yu! Tell me honestly!"

"Just now in the player tunnel, that German guy! That damn big guy! Did he hit you?!"

It was no wonder Wes Morgan overthought it; he was walking in front of the team and only heard the noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw Yu Bai and Per Mertesacker butting heads, the atmosphere tense.

What happened before the head-butting? He didn't see it.

Asking Yu Bai, Yu Bai only said "it's okay."

This attitude, in Wes Morgan's view, was exactly the look of a little brother who had been beaten but was still trying to save face and refusing to complain! Could he endure this?

Yu Bai looked at Captain Wes Morgan's protective expression of "Tell me, and I'll go scrap him right now," and was truly dumbfounded.

"No, no! Captain, he really didn't hit me!"

He hurriedly waved his hand. "We just argued a few words, butted heads, and then were pulled apart. I'm fine, look, I'm alive and kicking!"

"Really?"

Wes Morgan was skeptical, but seeing that Yu Bai didn't look like he had suffered a serious injury, he felt slightly relieved, but still muttered with a sour face: "Damn, daring to touch our people... I'll give him a hard time in the second half!"

...

However, the "truth" in the locker room is often infinitely processed, distorted, and magnified during the transmission of information.

Especially in those "authoritative" sports media that only care about traffic and throw integrity to the dogs.

A few minutes later, articles after articles of "Breaking News" spread like viruses on major sports websites and social media:

[BBC Sport Breaking News]

"Breaking! A fierce conflict erupted in the player tunnel during halftime between Leicester City and Arsenal! It is reported that Arsenal central defender Per Mertesacker and Leicester City genius Yu Bai had physical contact, and Yu Bai appears to have suffered. The entire Leicester City team is agitated..."

[Sky Sports Breaking News]

"Yu Bai attacked in the tunnel? Per Mertesacker throwing fists and kicks? The Blue Foxes' locker room is in chaos, team doctor urgently intervenes!"

[The Sun]

"Exclusive Reveal! Yu Bai 'taught a lesson' by Per Mertesacker! Insider reveals: German giant punched Yu Bai in the abdomen, Chinese genius fell in pain! Yu Bai threatened: 'I'll find someone to get you after the game!' Conflict escalates, police may intervene?"

In the editorial departments of these media, such a conversation might be happening:

Editor A: "Boss, our reporter on the scene said it was just head-butting, swearing a few words, no fighting..."

The editor-in-chief puffed on a cigar and blew a smoke ring: "Head-butting? Swearing a few words? Who would watch that!"

Editor B: "But writing it like this, isn't it a bit..."

The editor-in-chief slapped the table: "Write it! Just write it like that! The headline must be explosive! The content must be stimulating! Readers love to see this! Who is Yu Bai? The current king of traffic! 'Genius bullied by thug', 'Appointment to fight after the game'... This fits his 'young master' persona and storyline so well! Traffic, you understand? The truth? How much is the truth worth? Quick, send it out! We have to grab the scoop!"

Consequently, articles after articles of embellished, distorted, or even completely fabricated "news" quickly occupied the network headlines. Paired with some blurry, oddly-angled surveillance screenshots of the tunnel (which actually showed nothing), or close-ups of the players' serious expressions, it looked like "pictures and truth."

#Yu Bai Per Mertesacker Conflict#

#Yu Bai Beaten#

#Yu Bai Settling Scores After Game#

These topics rushed to the hot search with rocket-like speed. The ignorant netizens instantly reached a climax, and the comment section completely fell:

"Damn! A fight? Per Mertesacker, you're done! You dare touch our national treasure?"

"Well done, Yu Bai! Didn't lose face! Should have stood tough!"

"Call the police! Must call the police! This is pitch violence!"

"Hit well! Have long disliked that pretentious Chinese kid!"

"Waiting for the all-out brawl in the second half! Fight! Fight!"

"You believe news from 'The Sun'? Pigs can climb trees!"

"Regardless of whether it's true or not, this game is getting more and more interesting! (Eating melon seeds)"

Truth, in the face of traffic and emotion, becomes incredibly pale.

And this off-field drama of "Yu Bai's Revenge," because of the media's "assists," was rendered even more dramatic and violent, and also cast a thicker layer of gunpowder flavor over the second half of the game.

In the locker room, Yu Bai had just recovered, his attributes having completed a qualitative leap.

On the Internet, he had already been "beaten," "provoked," and "seeking revenge."

In the second half, he would bring a full tank of anger and was about to return to the field.

This plot, even a screenwriter wouldn't dare to write it like this.