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

After the final whistle blew, the huge electronic scoreboard displayed a scarlet "5-0".

This scoreline burned in the eyes of every Tottenham player and fan, and illuminated the barely contained elation on the faces of every Arsenal player.

Most Arsenal players were still hugging and high-fiving each other on the pitch, or raising their arms to salute the away fans who were still singing loudly in the stands.

Sweat, grass clippings, and traces of fierce fighting mingled together, sketching a portrait of the victors.

On the sidelines, reporters in the mixed zone had already set up their cameras and microphones, eager to capture the first sounds of this great victory.

Yan Yuan stood near the sidelines, the glaring lights outlining his slightly tired yet excited profile.

He walked toward the Tottenham players, and as he walked, he passed a man.

Son Heung-min.

Son Heung-min seems to want to exchange jerseys with Yan Yuan.

But Yan Yuan didn't stop walking at all, and didn't even glance at him before walking right past him.

Yan Yuan did not like Son Heung-min.

Upon seeing Son Heung-min, he seemed to hear the discordant noises from the previous debates surrounding Park Yeon's Korean identity.

Not to mention Son Heung-min's hypocritical behavior in other matches.

Sun may be a good football player, but he still has many shortcomings in terms of character.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yan Yuan completely ignored Son Heung-min and continued walking towards a Tottenham player.

His actions attracted a lot of attention, and there was a murmur in the stands. Many cameras and eyes followed him, wondering which Tottenham player Yan Yuan would interact with next.

Near the entrance to the away team's players' tunnel.

Yan Yuan caught up with Tottenham captain Harry Kane, who was about to leave.

He is the captain of Tottenham Hotspur and also Yan Yuan's captain of the national team.

"Captain," Yan Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but Kane could hear it clearly.

Kane stopped and turned around at the sound.

His expression was somewhat blank; the huge sense of loss and frustration after losing the game still weighed heavily on his shoulders.

When Kane recognized Yan Yuan, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he still reached out his hand.

"Yan, you guys played...very well."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, carrying a genuine sense of helplessness and an acknowledgment of his opponent's strength.

As the captain of the England national team, he was deeply impressed by this outstanding local talent who had suddenly emerged.

Regardless of the hostility at the club level, there is always a deep-seated concern and expectation for the national team.

The Kane people are still very good.

"Captain." Yan Yuan reached out and shook hands with Kane briefly but firmly, and the two then gave each other a simple hug.

There were no extra words, but a sense of mutual respect flowed between the top strikers.

"Keep it up, Captain. This season is still long, and I believe you will perform as expected," Yan Yuan added in a low voice.

"Of course, Yan, and you guys too, keep it up!"

Kane nodded, gave Yan Yuan a deep look, and turned to walk into the shadows of the players' tunnel.

This was one of the few times Yan Yuan had interacted with his opponent after the crushing defeat in the North London derby.

Yan Yuan didn't look in the direction of the passage again and quickly turned around.

Just as he turned around, he clearly caught a glimpse of Son Heung-min standing not far away.

He seemed to be hesitating whether to step forward as well, his gaze drifting towards Yan Yuan.

When Yan Yuan's gaze swept over him, Son Heung-min even subconsciously leaned forward slightly.

However, Yan Yuan's gaze was devoid of warmth and focus, as if it had swept across a backdrop or a patch of air, moving away without a ripple.

He didn't even slow down his turn, as if that direction didn't exist at all.

Yan Yuan strode forward, his steps light and firm, heading straight back towards his team's players, coaches, and fans' area.

This action, this utter and chilling disregard, was even more glaring than his earlier gesture of approaching Kane to exchange pleasantries.

All the cameras captured this moment.

The narrator, watching the monitor playback in the mixed zone, couldn't help but blurt out.

"Oh! Look at this! Yan Yuan and Kane exchanged... well, to be precise, after exchanging greetings, Kane left."

But Son Heung-min! Son Heung-min clearly wanted to communicate or exchange jerseys, but Yan Yuan... he completely ignored him!

Yan's gaze didn't linger for a moment. This was a very, very strong signal after the match, and it was absolutely related to the previous "Park Yeon incident." This 18-year-old prodigy not only dominated the game with his goals, but also demonstrated his clear attitude and uncompromising character after the match!

As fans know, Yan Yuan often has the habit of exchanging jerseys after a game.

However, after the match, Yan Yuan did not exchange jerseys with the Tottenham players, and his interaction was limited to that with national team captain Kane.

The internet exploded instantly.

The embers of the previous "Park Yeon scandal" have been completely reignited.

Many fans cheered with comments like "Well done!", "Satisfying!", and "Such true feelings!"

"Look! That's what you call a real slap in the face!"

"That's how you should treat people like that!"

Comments like "This is how Koreans deserve to be treated" flooded the screen.

On South Korean forums, however, it was a symphony of anger, embarrassment, and accusations.

"This is outrageous! This Chinese man should apologize to Sun! He should even kneel down and apologize!"

"You little brat, where's your respect?! Give that damned respect to your grandson!"

"This is absolutely a narrow-minded player; it's an insult to Son Heung-min!"

Comments such as "The arrogance of the victor!" dominated the discussion.

The official homepage of the South Korean media outlet that previously proposed the "Eom Yeon Korean bloodline theory" was instantly flooded with various emotional Korean comments.

Yan Yuan didn't care what the Koreans thought of him.

After the match, in addition to checking the standings, he also paid attention to the top scorers list.

After this match, Yan Yuan's personal statistics once again went viral online:

2018/19 Premier League Top Scorers:

1. Yan Yuan (Arsenal) - 9 goals

2. Salah (Liverpool) - 6 goals

3. (Other data omitted)...

Premier League assist charts:

1. Arsenal - 7 times

2. Yan Yuan (Arsenal) - 6 times

3. (Other data omitted)...

Six league matches, 9 goals and 6 assists! Involved in 15 goal contributions!

He almost single-handedly redefined people's understanding of the ceiling for rookies.

Gun enthusiast forums have long been overwhelmed by an overwhelming wave of worship:

"My God! 1.58 million? I think that's a steal!"

"Who else?! Tell me, who else could have done all this at his age?!"

"The youngest king in North London! This is our new king!"

Meanwhile, in faraway China, in a small study decorated in a minimalist style and filled with Arsenal merchandise, a computer screen is lit up.

The screen displays the Premier League standings from the recently concluded sixth round, along with Yan Yuan's impressive statistics.

Douyin streamer "Teacher Li" was slumped in his gaming chair, his excitement still lingering from just finishing his stream, and he was frantically typing on his phone.

Mr. Li is of average build, not fat, and wears black-rimmed glasses. His bedroom is decorated mostly with Arsenal-related items.

He is an Arsenal stalwart streamer on Douyin (TikTok), with the ID "Teacher Li's Gunners Channel" and hundreds of thousands of followers.

At this moment, his face was flushed with excitement, his eyes behind his glasses were wide open, and his fingers were typing rapidly on the phone screen, so fast that they left afterimages.

He is sharing his joy with his group members.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Guys! I just finished watching the live stream, and I can't take it anymore! I'm going to post this on my WeChat Moments first!"

"5-0! A bloodbath! This is the most satisfying match of the season so far! The sky in North London today is a striking red and white with gold trim!"

"@Everyone, hurry up! If you haven't seen it yet, go watch the replay. The highlights made me cry! It was worth it! How long have we been waiting for this day?"

"At the start of this season, I remember some people were saying Yan Yuanshui wasn't worth £1.58 million? What a joke! They've been slapped in the face! And they're still shiny with swelled-up faces!"

「9个球！6个助攻！6轮啊！联赛才踢了6轮！场均造2.5球！尼玛这是人？」

"And you're still talking to me about Liverpool's Salah? Salah only has 6 goals so far, while our Xiao Yan is miles ahead! A British superstar is about to be born!"

After chatting with his group members, he switched back to the Douyin backend.

Looking at the constant stream of comments and private messages pouring in, I grinned from ear to ear.

Suddenly, Teacher Li grabbed the mineral water bottle next to her, took a big gulp, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, took a deep breath, and continued the live broadcast.

His face, contorted with excitement, immediately appeared on the screen, with the prominent Arsenal crest in the background.

"I'm back, brothers! Did you all see that?! Gun fans, tell me loudly! Wasn't it awesome?!" Teacher Li's voice was so high-pitched it almost cracked, with tremendous penetrating power.

The barrage of comments flooded in like a waterfall:

"That was awesome, Brother Li!"

"Yan Shen is amazing! Invincible!"

"1.58 million is really a steal!"

"How many times has Yan scored a brace now? I remember he also scored a brace in the last game against Juventus."

"Tottenham got completely thrashed."

"Yan Shen scored twice in a 5-0 victory, and it was really satisfying to watch him ignore Son Heung-min after the match. Even Son Heung-min has a day like this now."

"That's great!" Teacher Li slammed her hand on the table, making the microphone vibrate loudly.

"I just finished watching the game, and I was so excited I almost had a heart attack, especially the second header. After everyone else was messing with him, he just pulled off a spectacular header that smashed right through the opponent's turd! I was so excited I wanted to do the splits!"

Let me tell you, the transfer fee was worth it! Summer transfer fees were absolutely worth it! Some people said 1.58 million was outrageous, too expensive. But look at his performance, look at his stats! Forget 1.58 ​​million pounds, even double that price, do you think PSG and Real Madrid wouldn't be fighting tooth and nail for him?

He leaned closer to the camera and lowered his voice a little, but the smugness and boastfulness in his tone were impossible to hide.

"Brothers, I have an announcement to make, something big is coming!" He paused for two seconds, looking at the camera, building up the anticipation, "Flights, hotels, I, Li, have them all booked!"

He suddenly raised his voice, made a "V" sign with his right hand, and shook it excitedly.

"I won't spoil which show it is in the live stream, to avoid the difficulty of getting tickets! I, Li, will personally lead the team, with the brothers who are willing to join, as we traverse Eurasia!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying from his mouth.

"We're going to London! To the Emirates Stadium! To our home ground! To hear our songs! To feel that pure red and white! Most importantly!" He enunciated each word clearly, his face almost pressed against the screen, "To see Yan Yuan! To see him play at the Emirates Stadium in person! I swear I'll find a way to get front-row tickets so you can see him clearly, and then we'll make a hundred videos about it!"

The live stream chat exploded with excitement:

"Holy crap!! Brother Li is awesome!!"

"Holy crap, rich people!"

"I envy rich people."

"Are you really going? Count me in!!"

"Front row? Wouldn't that mean getting right up in Yan Shen's face?"

"Looking at his face up close? Yan Shen's handsome face after exercising and sweating is enough to make me spit out my drink. I'm not saying anything more, I'm going to use Yan Shen as material for counseling tonight."

"What's the composition of the people upstairs???"

Teacher Li smiled contentedly as he looked at the screen full of "Brother Li is awesome" and "Please carry me" and leaned back in his chair.

"Calm down, calm down! Everyone has to pay for it themselves! I'm just leading the way! This freshly brewed chicken soup has to be served hot to the brothers!"

……

At that very moment, the Premier League standings after the sixth round were officially updated and published on the official website of the Football Association of England:

1. Arsenal: 6 wins, 0 draws, 0 losses in 6 matches, 18 points, 19 goals scored, 3 goals conceded, goal difference +16

2. Manchester City: 5 wins, 0 draws, 0 losses in 5 matches, 15 points, 18 goals scored, 5 goals conceded, goal difference +13

3. Liverpool: 4 wins, 2 draws, 0 losses in 6 matches, 14 points...

...

A huge red "1" is prominently displayed at the very top! Arsenal's victory in the previous round has finally pushed Manchester City to second place temporarily.

Even more terrifying is that statistic: 19 goals scored, 3 goals conceded!

Arsenal became one of only two teams, along with Manchester City, to remain undefeated in the Premier League this season.

And they widened the goal difference gap with their strong opponents to 3 goals.

The media went crazy.

Can Arsenal respond with a perfect 6-6 record in their last six matches?

A superb attacking line and a superb defensive line: Arsenal's clean sheet record and firepower soar!

The headline "Goal difference advantage is about to pull ahead of Manchester City, Yan Yuan storm sweeps the Premier League!" instantly swept the headlines of major sports sections.

In the studio, pundits and commentators alike spoke eloquently, all marveling at the Arsenal's terrifying consistency and dominance this season.

One undisputed voice has dominated all the analysis and debate:

Although Manchester City are currently in second place due to having played one game less.

However, in the next round, Manchester City's opponent will be Chelsea, who have just lost 1-2 to Liverpool and are eager to bounce back.

Manchester City will face Chelsea away from home.

It's already difficult to overcome the tough challenge at Stamford Bridge, let alone expect Manchester City to get at least a 3-goal margin against Conte's Chelsea.

This seems a bit too difficult.

Even though Guagua is very confident, he still has to be extremely careful.

This also means that as long as Arsenal doesn't make any big mistakes in the next round, they can at least ensure that they stay at the top of the table for another round, or even longer!

The new Arsenal team, composed of Yan Yuan, Odegaard, Rodri, and the new defensive stalwart Pepe Monreal, is proclaiming to the world with its impeccable performance that the championship is no longer an unattainable dream, but a journey that they must conquer match by match.

In his office at the Kearney training ground, Professor Wenger was looking at the standings on his computer screen.

It was already late at night outside the window, and the warm light illuminated the professor's white hair.

He looked at the high-up red "1" and then at the goal difference number behind it.

Then look at the top scorers and assists charts, and your protégé's name is still leading.

A clear smile spread across his lips, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a pebble has been thrown in.

This smile reflects the感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep feelings) after experiencing ups and downs, the satisfaction that the careful planning and patient reconstruction have proven to be successful, and the affirmation of the dawn of a new era.

He gently clicked the mouse, and the image of Yan Yuan tearing his jersey and roaring after scoring a goal was enlarged and frozen on the screen.

The professor's gaze lingered on that young yet powerful figure, like an old craftsman gazing at his most perfect work.

The night in north London was completely illuminated by a red and white light that symbolized hope and ambition.