After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

The next match will be held in Berlin at the Olympic Stadium.

The early summer night was cool with a gentle breeze, but it couldn't extinguish the flames burning in the hearts of tens of thousands of Hoffenheim fans in the stadium.

Tonight is the stage for the German Cup final, with Hoffenheim facing Eintracht Frankfurt.

This is Hoffenheim's first time reaching the German Cup final, and they are just one win away from making history.

The atmosphere in the locker room before the game was solemn yet full of energy.

Nagelsmann stood in the center, his gaze sweeping over every familiar face—Gnabry, De Jong, Maguire, Grillitsch, Amiri…

Finally, his gaze fell on Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan was wearing the away jersey (determined by the final draw), his eyes sharp yet calm.

"Guys," Nagelsmann's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"How many powerful enemies have we defeated? How many miracles have we created on our journey to this point? Now, history is at our feet!"

Frankfurt is very strong; they eliminated Bayern Munich!

But so what? Remember who we are! We are Hoffenheim! We fear no opponent.

Tonight, right here in Berlin! Bring that damn trophy back to Sinsheim! For ourselves! For all those who support us! For the glory of Hoffenheim! Fight!

"Fight!!" A deafening roar erupted in the locker room! The players high-fived each other, their eyes burning with an unwavering determination to win.

Yan Yuan clenched his fists tightly, feeling the surging blood in his chest.

He looked at his teammates: De Jong's calm gaze, Gnabry's eager excitement, Maguire's resolute expression...

This team currently has no cards, no injuries, and is fully prepared.

Game start.

Just as Nagelsmann predicted, Frankfurt demonstrated remarkable resilience and impact.

They used physical confrontations and quick counter-attacks to constantly attack Hoffenheim's defense.

Maguire's defense was under immense pressure.

But Hoffenheim held on!

De Jong's orchestration in midfield was like a stabilizing force, while Grillitsch and Amiri's interceptions and sweeps covered every corner.

Yan Yuan played as a right winger in this match.

He used his agile movement and accurate passing to constantly tear apart Frankfurt's defense.

The deadlock was broken in the 38th minute!

Hoffenheim intercepted the ball in their own half, and De Jong delivered a precise long pass to Yan Yuan, who was making a high-speed run down the right flank!

Yan Yuan controlled the ball with his chest. Facing the defense of the Frankfurt full-back, he did not choose to make a strong breakthrough, but instead keenly observed the movement of his teammates in the middle.

He gently rubbed the outside of his right foot.

A surgically precise, curved shot bypassed all the defenders and found Amiri making a high-speed run from the far post.

Amiri arrived in a hurry.

He was unmarked near the penalty spot!

He met the ball without making any adjustments and volleyed it with his left foot.

The ball flew like a cannonball, heading straight for the top left corner of the goal!

Frankfurt goalkeeper Trapp was powerless to stop him!

"Goal!!! Amiri!!!! Hoffenheim 1-0 up!!!! Yan Yuan's assist!!! An exquisite pass!!!!"

The Olympic Stadium was instantly engulfed in shouts.

Amiri charged wildly toward the corner flag to celebrate.

Yan Yuan excitedly ran over and hugged his teammates tightly.

Nagelsmann punched the air forcefully on the sidelines.

This goal greatly boosted morale.

In the second half, Frankfurt launched an even fiercer counterattack.

Hoffenheim's defense is under tremendous pressure.

Goalkeeper Baumann made two crucial saves with outstanding saves.

Maguire was like a rock in the penalty area, defusing danger time and time again.

In the 72nd minute, Hoffenheim sealed the victory.

It's still Yan Yuan!

He received a cross from Grillitsch on the right wing, facing a double-team from two Frankfurt players.

Instead of forcing a breakthrough, he calmly observed his teammates' positioning.

He spotted the left flank, where Gnabry sped off like a ghost, making a high-speed diagonal run behind Frankfurt's defense.

Opportunities are fleeting!

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Yuan launched a perfectly weighted ground ball with the instep of his left foot!

The ball skimmed along the grass, as if it had eyes, and slipped through the narrow gap between the two Frankfurt defenders!

It was delivered precisely to Gnabry's sprint path!

Gnabry went to the meeting alone.

Facing the onrushing Trapp, he calmly slotted the ball into the far corner, and it once again pierced the goal.

"Gnabry, the speedster on the left wing!!! 2-0!! Yan, it's his assist again!!! A surgical through ball, Hoffenheim seals the victory!!! They've already got the German Cup in their pocket!!" the commentator shouted.

This time, the entire Olympic Stadium was in an uproar.

Hoffenheim's substitutes rushed out.

Nagelsmann excitedly embraced his assistant.

Yan Yuan stood still, arms outstretched, to welcome Gnabry who was rushing towards him.

The two embraced tightly; two goals, two assists!

Yan Yuan dominated the final match in his signature style.

Ultimately, Hoffenheim held on to their 2-0 lead until the final whistle.

The moment the referee blew the final whistle, the entire Berlin Olympic Stadium became a sea of ​​Hoffenheim fans.

Hoffenheim's players rushed onto the field, hugging, jumping, and roaring!

Tears and sweat mingled together.

Captain Vogt, on behalf of the entire team, accepted the gleaming silver trophy, symbolizing the highest honor of the German Cup, from the president of the German Football Association.

The moment Vogt raised the trophy high, golden confetti rained down.

Hoffenheim won their first German Cup title since the club's founding.

The shouts of "We are the champions! Hoffenheim are the champions!" echoed through the sky.

The Hoffenheim players took the trophy to the sidelines to share their joy of victory with their fans.

……

At the same time that Hoffenheim were crowned German Cup champions in Berlin, far away in London, the Emirates Stadium was also in a frenzy.

In the final round of the Premier League, Arsenal will face Tottenham Hotspur away from home.

This is a North London derby that will decide who qualifies for the Champions League.

Professor Wenger stood on the sidelines, his brow furrowed. The match was incredibly tight until the 88th minute when Aubameyang received a through pass from Xhaka and calmly slotted the ball into the net from inside the penalty area!

1-0!

When the final whistle blew and the score was 1-0, the entire Arsenal bench and the away fans' stands went absolutely wild.

With this valuable away victory, they overtook Tottenham by 3 points in the standings!

They've secured fourth place in the Premier League!

They have qualified for the Champions League play-offs next season!

Professor Wenger let out a long sigh of relief, a long-lost smile of relief appearing on his face.

This season has been tough, filled with external doubts and player injuries...

All the pressure was released at that moment. Although the process was thrilling, the goal was achieved!

More importantly, this means they have enough capital and appeal.

Let's go and welcome the upcoming supernova!

……

Sinsheim, Hoffenheim club headquarters.

The euphoria of winning the German Cup has not yet faded, but another major event concerning the future has already been put on the agenda.

A few days later, on a sunny morning.

Hoffenheim chairman Hopp, sporting director Rosen, head coach Nagelsmann, as well as Yan's father and Yan Yuan, were already waiting in a spacious and bright conference room.

The air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, yet also with a sense of sorrow at parting.

The door was pushed open.

Professor Arsène Wenger entered, accompanied by several Arsenal club officials.

He was still wearing his signature dark coat and scarf, with a gentle and wise smile on his face, and his eyes were full of expectation and a hint of relaxation after exhaustion.

"Chairman Hope, Mr. Rosen, Coach Nagelsmann, Mr. Yan, Yan Yuan," Professor Wenger greeted everyone present with a smile, speaking in a mix of German and English. His gaze finally settled on Yan Yuan, filled with undisguised admiration.

Congratulations on winning the German Cup! This is a remarkable achievement!

"Thank you, Professor Wenger!" Chairman Hope warmly rose and shook hands with Wenger.

As a junior, Yan Yuan also stood up to greet Wenger.

"Thank you, Professor."

After exchanging pleasantries, the meeting quickly got down to business.

Sporting Director Rosen, representing Hoffenheim, once again clearly and solemnly explained their final plan regarding Yan Yuan's transfer to Arsenal.

[The club accepted Arsenal's £1.58 million offer, but the payment will be made in four installments, with an initial payment of only £3000 million and no interest.]

When Rosen finished explaining the plan in detail, Professor Wenger's expression gradually changed from calm to surprise, and then to deep emotion.

He put down his coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and slowly swept his gaze across the faces of Chairman Hope, Director Rosen, and Nagelsmann, his eyes filled with incredible gratitude and respect.

"Chairman Hope, Mr. Rosen, Coach Nagelsmann..." Professor Wenger's voice trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, seemingly to calm his inner turmoil.

"I...I must say, this plan...was completely unexpected."

Frankly, before coming here, we at Arsenal were fully prepared, including for the enormous financial pressure that paying this record transfer fee upfront might bring.

He paused, his tone becoming more sincere and emotional:

"But... the vision, perspective, and deep concern for the players' future development that you showed really moved me!"

This is not just a transfer deal, but also a weighty trust and blessing!

"You've considered Yan Yuan so thoroughly, even taking into account Arsenal's future team-building potential and competitiveness... This thoughtfulness, this responsible attitude towards football and players, I, Arsène Wenger, on behalf of Arsenal Football Club, extend my highest respect and deepest gratitude to Hoffenheim!"

Professor Wenger stood up and gave a solemn, slight bow to Chairman Hope and the others.

Chairman Hope quickly stood up:

"Professor, you're too kind!"

Yan Yuan gave everything for Hoffenheim, and he deserves the best. We also hope to see him succeed on a bigger stage and that Arsenal will become stronger because of his arrival. This is in our best interest.

Mr. Yan was also deeply moved and repeatedly thanked Professor Wenger and the Hoffenheim management.

Professor Wenger sat down again, his gaze turning to Yan Yuan, who had been sitting quietly beside his father.

His gaze became unusually solemn and sharp, carrying the promise and power of a legendary coach.

"Yan Yuan," Professor Wenger's voice was clear and firm, "Now, on behalf of Arsenal Football Club, I formally extend an invitation to you. We are very, very much looking forward to your joining us!"

He looked into Yan Yuan's eyes and said, word by word:

"Regarding the transfer fee, Hoffenheim has shown the utmost sincerity and support, and we at Arsenal will never let them down!"

I promise you:

First, the initial transfer fee of £3000 million will be paid to Hoffenheim immediately and in full immediately after the conclusion of all competitions this season. President Hopp can rest assured on this point.

"Second," Professor Wenger's tone became more resolute, his eyes gleaming with ambition,

"The way this transfer fee was paid gives Arsenal valuable space and flexibility in this summer's transfer market!"

This is my personal promise to you, Yan Yuan. I will not let this huge sum of money I've saved sit in the bank!

I will work with my team to do everything in our power to find the most suitable and capable reinforcements for you and Arsenal before the summer transfer window closes!

Whether it's midfield, defense, or attack, we will make targeted and effective signings!

His voice carried an undeniable determination:

"I have only one goal: to build a brand new, powerful squad around you that can truly compete for the Premier League and even the Champions League!"

Next season, our goal is definitely not just to finish in the top four!

We aim to challenge for the Premier League title and the European title; we want to go further in the Champions League.

I, Arsène Wenger, assure you with my entire reputation and coaching career, that I will give everything to create a stage worthy of your talent and ambition! A stage where you can showcase your talent at the Emirates Stadium, in the Premier League, and in the Champions League. Fight for the highest honors that belong to you.

Professor Wenger's words struck like a hammer blow in every corner of the conference room, and also struck Yan Yuan's heart.

That was not just a coach's promise, but a football master's vision for the future and his unwavering belief in victory.

Yan Yuan was deeply moved as he looked at the burning fighting spirit and desire for victory in the professor's eyes.

That's why he chose Arsenal.

This is the mentor he longs to fight alongside.

Yan Yuan stood up, nodded solemnly to Professor Wenger and to everyone at Hoffenheim, his voice steady and powerful:

"Professor Wenger, thank you for your trust and commitment. I look forward to fighting for the championship with you and our new teammates at the Emirates Stadium in London!"

The meeting concluded in a spirit of hope, trust, and a bright vision for the future.

Professor Wenger shook hands with Hoffenheim's management to say goodbye and agreed on the details of the subsequent formal signing.

Before leaving, he shook hands with Yan Yuan again, his eyes filled with expectation:

"Prepare well for the next round of matches, Yan. Before you leave, leave your first 'home' with the best gift. We'll be waiting for you in London."

The "gift" the professor was referring to was the Bundesliga title.

"It will, Professor, it will."

Yan Yuan and Professor Wenger embraced goodbye.

After seeing Professor Wenger and his entourage off, only the Hoffenheim team and Yan Yuan and his son remained in the conference room.

The atmosphere became somewhat silent, and a sense of parting quietly permeated the air.

Chairman Hope walked up to Yan Yuan and patted him firmly on the shoulder. Even the usually composed old man had a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"Yan, finally, you can go to London with peace of mind, to a bigger stage, where everyone will remember you."

"I will always remember everyone here, Mr. Hope." Yan Yuan hugged Mr. Hope.

Nagelsmann stood by the window, watching the young players running on the training field outside, his back view looking somewhat lonely.

Yes, my beloved student is going to a bigger stage.

Na Shuai didn't say much, but turned around and gave Yan Yuan a complicated smile.

That smile held pride, blessings, and an undeniable sorrow of parting.

Yan Yuan walked up to Nagelsmann, looking at the coach who had led him to the Bundesliga and the Champions League, a figure who was both an older brother and a strict teacher.

A thousand words welled up in my heart, but in the end, they all boiled down to one sentence:

"Coach... thank you... thank you for everything you've taught me!"

Nagelsmann gave him a tight hug, patted him on the back, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"Kid, play well in London too, don't embarrass me. Remember, you'll always be my most prized player, always!"

Yan Yuan nodded heavily.

He took one last look at the familiar conference room, at Chairman Hope, Director Rosen, and his mentor Nagelsmann.

Then, Yan Yuan turned around, gave a final bow, and left the conference room with his father.

Stepping out of the building, the early summer sun was a bit too bright.

Yan Yuan looked up towards the training ground, a place that held all his sweat, tears, glory, and growth this season.

One legendary journey is coming to an end, while another, even more magnificent journey awaits him in London.

Yan Yuan is about to say goodbye to his "family" at Hoffenheim.

Parting is imminent.