91: Chapter 91 A World-Class Mission? Guardiola's Full-Strong Lineup Arrives in Yubai's League Cup Do-or-Die Match!

Yu Bai was so amused by her "flawless logic" that he couldn't help but laugh.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, then lunged forward, bent down to pick up the white shirt from the floor, shook it out with a somewhat rough motion, and draped it over her head, all while gritting his teeth and saying, "Chloe, listen to me—"

"First, I admit that your figure... is indeed very good." His hands didn't stop, quickly wrapping the shirt tightly around her, trying his best to avoid any unnecessary contact.

"But!" He emphasized, "In the eyes of most normal men, sometimes, wearing clothes is... much better looking than not wearing them! And it commands more respect! Do you understand?!"

Chloe let him have his way, a smile even playing on her face.

Once he had clumsily pulled the shirt together for her, she leisurely began to fasten the buttons herself, one by one, until it was completely buttoned up.

Then, she raised her head, looking straight at Yu Bai, her tone unprecedentedly serious and direct: "Yu Bai, I don't need you to take responsibility."

"You are a rising superstar, high above, shining with brilliance."

"And I am just an ordinary girl who likes you, wants to be with you, and thinks that being with you would be very happy."

"So, you don't need to have any psychological burden." "I am willing to do anything for you."

This passionate, pure, and somewhat self-sacrificial emotion made Yu Bai's heart tremble.

He looked at the bold, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl in front of him and was silent for a few seconds.

Then, he reached out and ruffled her still-damp blonde hair, his movements very gentle, carrying a sense of maturity and tolerance beyond his years.

"Chloe," he said in a low voice, his tone rare and solemn, "Don't say that, and don't think that."

"Don't belittle yourself."

"If Uncle David and Mrs. Susan knew their daughter thought so little of herself, they would be very sad."

"You are great, very talented, and very charming. You will definitely achieve your dream and become an amazing singer."

He paused, flashing an encouraging smile: "If... you feel that your career in England isn't going smoothly, or if you want to see a larger market..."

"You can go to China."

"I will have my mother's company support you and help you open up that market. You will definitely be very popular there."

After saying this, he stopped looking into her eyes, which were instantly filled with complex emotions, turned around, and almost "fled" back into the bathroom.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

This time, he turned on the cold water tap directly.

The ice-cold water poured down over him, instantly cooling his burning skin and restless blood.

He leaned against the tiled wall and closed his eyes, but his mind uncontrollably flashed back to the glimpse he had just caught—a scene that would drive any normal man crazy...

Especially when he crouched down to pick up her clothes, that breathtaking S-shaped silhouette and the delicate, glowing white texture of her skin...

"Damn..." Yu Bai cursed under his breath and turned the water temperature even lower.

Who the hell... could handle this?!

Outside the bathroom, in the hallway, Chloe stood where she was, touching the hair that Yu Bai had just ruffled.

She looked down at her shirt, which had been put back on and buttoned up meticulously, and the corners of her mouth slowly, slowly curled upward, finally blossoming into an incredibly bright and slightly smug smile.

"Yu Bai..." "Wait until you grow up a little more." "I don't believe you can hold back forever."

"However, before that..." She hugged herself gently, as if embracing a sweet secret.

In her emerald green eyes, a firm and gentle light flickered: "I will keep myself pure for you."

Loving someone, sometimes, is just that simple and that stubborn.

Two o'clock in the morning, UK time.

Yu Bai lay in bed, tossing and turning, still unable to sleep.

Chloe's bold confession seemed to echo in his ears, while the internet was filled with arguments about his national team choice, and his mind was occupied by Mauricio Pochettino's unquestionable recall notice and Claudio Ranieri's silent face...

He sat up abruptly and grabbed the phone from the bedside table; the screen's light was blinding in the darkness.

He logged into his social media account, his fingers tapping rapidly on the screen.

No long-winded essays, no explanations or clarifications, just a simple but powerful sentence:

[Before I turn 18, I will not join any national team. For now, I am only focusing on club matches.] Posted.

Then, he decisively turned off his phone, tossed it aside, pulled on his eye mask, and lay back down.

Argue all you want. Let you all argue until the sky falls. I'm not playing with you anymore!

[Yu Bai's response is top-tier! It calmed the debate while leaving room for maneuver!]

[Yu Bai: Don't @ me, currently leveling up. "The Emperor isn't anxious, but the eunuchs are." .jpg]

December 2nd, Etihad Stadium.

The League Cup quarter-finals, a marquee match is about to unfold—Manchester City vs Leicester City!

Guardiola was clearly determined to win this domestic cup competition and fielded the strongest lineup he could: Joe Hart / Kolarov, Martín Demichelis, Nicolas Otamendi, Bacary Sagna / Delph, Fernandinho / Raheem Sterling, Yaya Touré, De Bruyne / Aguero.

Starlit! The strength on paper was overwhelming!

The total value of this lineup was almost ten times that of the visiting team, Leicester City! The financial power and ambition of the Premier League's new rich were fully displayed.

As for Leicester City, Claudio Ranieri had no intention of giving up the cup just because they were leading the League.

The League Cup was one of the most realistic trophies they could touch this season, so he also fielded almost all his main players: Kasper Schmeichel / Christian Fuchs, Robert Huth, Wes Morgan, Simpson / Yu Bai, Danny Drinkwater, Kante, Mahrez / Shinji Okazaki, Vardy.

A clash of spear and shield!

When Yu Bai followed his teammates and stepped into this modern, magnificent Etihad Stadium, feeling the overwhelming wave of enthusiastic cheers belonging to the Blue Moon army—

[Ding—!] That familiar prompt, sounding like the turning of fate's gears, rang out right on time in the depths of his mind.

[At 32 years old, you are setting foot for the first time in the Etihad Stadium, the most dominant force in the Premier League in recent years, known as the "Big Demon King."]

[Exclusive scene task triggered— "Worldie"!]

[Task Description: In this match, for every "Worldie" scored (the system will determine this based on Shooting distance, power, technique, and aesthetic appeal), you will receive a reward.]

[Reward Options: A. 1 Free Breaking Definition Point or B. 5 Free Definition Points.]

[Task Message: This is the stage for superstars and the cradle of "Worldies." Use your feet to write your name, or become the background.]

Yu Bai: "???"

His footsteps faltered imperceptibly, his expression somewhat strange and bewildered.

Wait... does Manchester City's home ground, the Etihad Stadium... have any necessary connection to "Worldies"?

Could it be that this stadium, in the "future," frequently births earth-shattering long-range shots and wonder goals? So the system gave this "Easter egg"?

What he couldn't figure out even after racking his brains was—the triggering of this "Worldie" task had a little bit to do with the Etihad Stadium itself... but not really that much.

The more important reason, perhaps, was the person standing in front of the goal on the other side—the England national goalkeeper...