85: Chapter 85 Dream Theater Debut! Top Female Singer Promises Love, Yu Bai: No more transmissions today, let's shoot!

England, Manchester, Old Trafford.

The top-of-the-table clash between Manchester United and Leicester City had packed Old Trafford to the rafters, the roar of the crowd deafening.

Among the many celebrities and fanatic fans, the arrival of a special guest caused quite a stir in the stands and sent media lenses into a frenzy.

Ella Walker, 19, a rising top-tier singer hailed by the British media as a "genius girl."

Her father used to be a security guard at Old Trafford, and she grew up listening to the singing and shouting in these stands.

Today, she came home.

Under the lens, Ella Walker, 168cm tall, with a slender build that seemed to hold explosive power on stage. Her waist-length, dazzling blonde hair was let loose, making her emerald green eyes—rare in England—look even brighter and more striking, like two clear gemstones. She wore a simple red jacket, low-key yet unable to hide her star quality.

Facing the media scrum, she was poised and smiling brightly.

A reporter threw out a standard question: "Ella, any predictions for tonight's score?"

Ella Walker tilted her head, a hint of mischief and anticipation flashing in her emerald green eyes, and she replied almost without hesitation:

"3:2! I hope to see an exciting goal-fest."

"My home team, Manchester United, will win."

She stated her position first, then, as reporters prepared to record, she changed the subject, her tone carrying a hint of girlish excitement and shyness, dropping a bombshell:

"And my favorite player—Yu Bai—will score a brace!"

After finishing, she seemed to find this "wish" a bit "divisive" herself, unable to help but cover her mouth and burst into laughter, her smile radiant, lacking any idol baggage.

The reporter instantly grabbed the scoop, shoving the microphone almost to her face: "Wait! What?! Ella, you just said... your favorite player is... Yu Bai?! That Chinese kid from Leicester City?!"

Ella Walker stopped smiling, glared at the overly surprised reporter with her emerald green eyes, her tone instantly becoming cool and direct, carrying the confidence and willfulness unique to a young top-tier star:

"Yes, Yu Bai."

"The way he handles Dribbling, his celebrations after scoring, the way he speaks... well, a bit punchable but also very handsome."

"He is my favorite player right now, and I absolutely love his game!"

After saying this, she ignored the stunned reporters, tossed her long golden hair, left a cool silhouette, and headed straight to her VIP seat.

A hot young idol in the British music scene.

A super rookie who burst onto the scene and swept the Premier League.

"Ella Walker publicly confesses to Yu Bai"!

The collision of these two peak traffic giants instantly ignited social media, pouring a bucket of "gossip" and "scandal" fuel onto this already highly anticipated match!

[Holy crap! A top British female fan? This damn charm of the young master!]

[Ella Walker! My goddess's idol is my male god?! Double happiness!]

[This straight-up confession... Sister is so bold!]

[Manchester United fans: ??? Whose side are you actually on?]

...

Lineups announced:

Manchester United (4-2-3-1): De Gea / McNair, Blind, Chris Smalling, Darmian / Schweinsteiger, Carrick / Martial, Mata, Ashley Young / Rooney (C)

Leicester City (4-4-2): Kasper Schmeichel / Christian Fuchs, Robert Huth, Wes Morgan (C), Danny Simpson / Yu Bai, Danny Drinkwater, Kante, Mahrez / Shinji Okazaki, Vardy

In the player tunnel, red and blue were clearly distinct, the atmosphere murderous.

Manchester United captain Rooney scanned the Leicester City camp while lining up, finally fixing his gaze on the calm No. 52.

He stepped out of line and walked a few steps to Yu Bai.

Rooney's face had no special expression, and his tone was calm, but the weight of his words was not light:

"Yu Bai."

"We heard what you said before the match."

"You shouldn't... look down on Manchester United."

"And you shouldn't look down on Old Trafford."

Disrespect? Yu Bai found it a bit funny. He just said "a normal away game," and that's called disrespect? If telling the truth is disrespect, then the Premier League is too sensitive.

He looked up, meeting Rooney's gaze, expressionless, just shrugged indifferently.

That was his response.

Rooney stared at him for two seconds, nodded, and dropped a line: "Fine. We'll see." Then he turned back to the Manchester United line. At the same time, Yu Bai could clearly feel that the gazes cast by almost all Manchester United players carried obvious malice and hostility.

"Hey!" Danny Drinkwater next to him was annoyed, puffed out his chest, and shouted at the Manchester United side, "What are you saying? We are still first in the League! We haven't seen you guys respect this 'first' much either!"

Gunpowder smell filled the tunnel. The two sides entered the world-famous Old Trafford in this tense atmosphere, following the referee team.

The moment he stepped onto the grass, the roar of the crowd rushed at him, mixed with harsh boos for the away team. But Yu Bai took a deep breath; instead of being nervous, he felt his blood heating up, his state unusually good.

He looked up at the magnificent "Old Trafford," the bright lights, the neat stands, the fanatical atmosphere... He liked it here. In fact, deep down, a stronger desire surged—he liked, and wanted, to dominate the game here!

Just at this moment—

[Ding—]

The crisp prompt sounded like a drumroll for the play.

[At 32, you step onto the legendary Old Trafford for the first time, triggering the exclusive scenario mission — "One Goal, Three Points"!]

[Mission Description: In this match, for every goal scored, you will be rewarded with 3 extra Free Definition Points!]

[Mission Message: Old Trafford is the birthplace of legends, and the graveyard of the arrogant. Leave your name, or leave your joke.]

Yu Bai looked at the azure system panel in front of him, his mouth curling up uncontrollably.

What a "One Goal, Three Points"!

And it's an exclusive scenario mission!

System, you really know how to "innovate" and "motivate"!

So, coming to such a giant's holy land has these "Easter egg" missions. This is much more exciting than simple match rewards!

"Interesting..."

Yu Bai whispered to himself, the fighting spirit and a certain "greed" in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

He looked at the Manchester United goal, looked at the packed Old Trafford stands, and finally brought his gaze back to his feet.

"Then today..."

"I won't be doing any Passing!"

"I'm going to... shoot them to pieces!"

...

"Beep—!!!"

Referee Craig Pawson blew the long whistle, and the match officially began!

Manchester United kicked off first.

The Red Devils' first attack was patiently passed to the right flank, where captain Rooney controlled the ball steadily near the sideline, preparing to observe his teammates' runs...

A blue lightning bolt, without warning, violently stabbed in from an angle!

It was Yu Bai! He showed extreme aggression and pressure from the start! The moment Rooney looked up, Yu Bai slid directly along the ground, his toes precisely poking the ball first!

The ball was cleanly kicked out of the sideline!

And Yu Bai's body, after the tackle, used inertia to hit Rooney's calf, knocking the little guy to the ground.

Rooney sat on the ground, clutching his hit calf, looking at the referee in disbelief, the meaning in his eyes obvious: Not a foul?!

Yu Bai had already climbed up quickly. He walked to Rooney, looked down at the Manchester United captain sitting on the ground, reached out his hand, and made a very clear, even slightly impatient "get up" gesture, the expression on his face full of disgust and disapproval, as if saying: Stop acting, I didn't foul at all, I touched the ball first.

[Holy crap! Attacking Rooney right at the start?! The young master has gone crazy!]

[This defensive enthusiasm! Starting to ramp up the intensity from the first second!]

[Rooney: The young man doesn't follow martial ethics!]

Referee Craig Pawson ran over, looking at this familiar scene, feeling a headache.

He was really afraid of officiating Yu Bai's matches; this kid was either a victim getting kicked around or, like now, a provocateur on the edge of a foul, and any ruling would easily cause trouble.

He first gave Yu Bai a verbal warning, his tone helpless: "Yu, watch your tackle intensity."

Yu Bai immediately put on an extremely serious, even somewhat "innocent" expression, arguing based on reason:

"Did I foul?"

"I touched the ball 100% first! This is a clean defense!"

He paused, seemingly feeling his tone wasn't "respectful" enough, and added four words very "sincerely":

"Referee Lord!"

Hearing only the first half, Pawson might really think this kid's attitude was arrogant and make a mental note.

But adding that "obediently" toned "Referee Lord"...

Pawson's mouth twitched, and the displeasure in his heart dissipated for no reason.

He looked at Yu Bai's truly young and "serious" face, and recalled the action just now... It seemed, he really did touch the ball first? Why bother with a 17-year-old kid who might just be fighting hard?

So, Pawson turned to Rooney, who was still sitting on the ground: "Wayne, he touched the ball first. No foul, get up."

Rooney: "???"

He couldn't believe his ears! He pointed to his hit leg, then pointed to the "upright" Yu Bai, trying to recover by mimicking Yu Bai's tone:

"Referee Lord! He did touch the ball first, yes, but he can't just kick me down while following through, right? Isn't that dangerous?"

Pawson didn't give him face this time. He frowned and used the tone for dealing with a veteran against Rooney:

"Wayne, this is football, reasonable physical contact."

"Don't pull that on me, it won't work."

He even made a stiff joke:

"Even if you called me God today, this ball wouldn't be a foul."

Rooney: "..."

He opened his mouth, looked at Yu Bai who had already run to the defensive position, and then looked at the "fair and impartial" Pawson, feeling a mouthful of old blood blocking his chest.

Not...

This "Referee Lord" trick... why doesn't it work on me?!

Also, this double standard is too obvious, right?!

A 30-year-old star isn't a star anymore?!

A Ferrari is still a Ferrari when it's old!