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

The camera keenly captured the chaos in the first row.

The camera zoomed in, clearly capturing Yan Yuan's anxious expression and Lin Jianwei on the stretcher.

Yan Yuan was squatting beside the stretcher, his body leaning slightly forward, his hands hanging helplessly in the air, as if he wanted to touch the weak figure on the stretcher, but was afraid of disturbing her.

"Breaking news! We've noticed something unusual happening in the first row of the stands after the match!" the commentator's voice came over the loudspeaker.

"A female fan has fainted, and a stretcher has been brought onto the field! Yan Yuan looks extremely anxious! He rushed over immediately! This must be someone very close to Yan Yuan!"

Arsenal teammates.

Aubameyang, Ramsey, Saka, Odegaard, Pepe...

They all flipped over the GG card and rushed over.

Seeing Yan Yuan's anxious expression beside the stretcher, they all felt the situation was urgent.

Ramsey reacted the fastest, immediately calling on his teammates to help maintain order, disperse the crowd, and clear a path for medical personnel.

"Yan! What happened?" Aubameyang squatted down, patted Yan Yuan on the shoulder, and said with concern.

"This is my senior, she fainted, I have to take her to the hospital right away," Yan Yuan replied to Aubameyang.

"Don't worry! The doctor's here!" Ramsey said in a deep voice, directing his teammates, "Everyone make way for the stretcher!"

The stretcher was quickly lifted and moved rapidly toward the medical room in the players' tunnel.

Yan Yuan seemed to have lost his soul, staying close to the stretcher, his eyes fixed on Lin Jianwei's pale face, muttering to himself.

"Hang in there, senior, it'll be alright...it will be alright..."

"Yan, you go ahead, we'll handle things here!" Ramsey said decisively.

"Yes! Yan, hurry up! We're here!" Cancelo shouted as well.

Yan Yuan glanced gratefully at his teammates, nodded vigorously, and followed the stretcher toward the passage.

……

Professor Wenger was already waiting at the entrance to the players' tunnel.

He held a thick Arsenal training jacket in his hand, his silver hair gleaming softly under the tunnel lights.

The post-match relaxation was gone from his face; instead, there was a deep concern and understanding.

Wenger saw the stretcher, and on the stretcher was a strange, pale-faced Eastern girl.

They also saw Yan Yuan following closely behind, looking anxious.

Professor Wenger had basically guessed the relationship between Yan Yuan and this girl.

When Yan Yuan ran closer, Wenger didn't ask a single question.

He handed over the coat he was holding, his voice calm and gentle.

"Remember to put on your coat, honey, it's cold outside."

Yan Yuan paused for a moment, then took the warm, thick coat. A warm feeling instantly welled up in his heart, and his eyes stung with tears. "Coach... thank you..."

Wenger gently patted his shoulder, his eyes as kind and firm as a father's.

"Go on, kid, get in the ambulance with them. Don't worry, you'll be fine." He paused, then added, "Tonight is your time. Don't worry about the team."

Yan Yuan looked into Wenger's understanding eyes and felt a surge of gratitude.

He nodded vigorously and said gratefully, "Thank you, Coach!"

Yan Yuan opened his arms and gave Wenger a tight, grateful hug.

Wenger hugged him back tightly.

Arsène Wenger, hailing from the romantic city, certainly understood Yan Yuan.

The professor certainly knew that this was the kind of affection and romance that belonged to young people.

"Yan! Wait for us!" Odegaard, Rodri, and the others caught up, their faces full of concern.

"We'll go to the hospital with you!" Ashraf said urgently.

Professor Wenger raised his hand, gently but firmly stopping them.

"Go back, lads. Let Yan Yuan handle his business in peace tonight and give him some time."

The teammates looked at Yan Yuan, then at Professor Wenger, and finally nodded.

They understood the coach's intention and knew that what Yan Yuan needed most at this moment was space and focus.

They all stepped forward, patted Yan Yuan on the shoulder, and whispered "Take care" and "Call me if anything happens." Then they watched Yan Yuan put on his coat and quickly follow the medical staff who were already carrying the stretcher toward the special passage exit.

……

The piercing sirens of ambulances tore through the London night sky.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was heavy.

Medical staff were anxiously monitoring Lin Jianwei's vital signs: blood pressure, heart rate, blood oxygen...

The instrument emitted a regular ticking sound.

Yan Yuan sat on a small folding chair next to the stretcher, his hands clasped tightly together, his knuckles white from the force.

His gaze never left Lin Jianwei's face.

Her face remained as pale as paper, her long eyelashes covered her eyelids, and her breathing was weak and rapid.

Every slight fluctuation in the instrument readings.

All of these things tugged at Yan Yuan's heartstrings.

"Doctor, how is she?" Yan Yuan couldn't help but ask again, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"Vital signs are temporarily stable. The preliminary assessment is that the fainting was caused by overexertion and low blood sugar. A detailed examination at the hospital is needed to determine the specific cause," the accompanying doctor calmly replied.

"Don't worry too much, Yan, she'll be fine."

Upon arrival at the hospital, the ambulance drove directly into the emergency room.

Yan Yuan jumped out of the car and jogged alongside the medical staff.

He paid no heed to the curious glances from those around him, nor to the quiet gasps of passersby.

There were many nurses in the hospital, and the patients were curious about them.

Isn't this Arsenal's Yan? Why is he at the hospital tonight?

Yan Yuan helped push the stretcher, anxiously inquired about the registration process at the nurses' station, and completed the emergency procedures and prepaid the deposit as quickly as possible.

He stayed by Lin Jianwei's side at all times, never leaving her side.

The tests were conducted one by one: blood tests, electrocardiogram, head CT scan...

Yan Yuan stood outside the inspection room, pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, occasionally glancing up at the tightly closed door.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and every second was agonizing.

Occasionally, terrifying thoughts would flash through Yan Yuan's mind.

Honestly, he regretted it terribly.

Why invite the senior student to watch the game?

I knew perfectly well that she worked so hard and was so physically weak.

If she hadn't come to watch the game, my senior could have stayed home and rested today.

Finally, the emergency room doctor came out with a thick stack of test reports.

The test results were in, and Yan Yuan was already getting impatient.

He rushed forward and asked immediately:

"Doctor! How is she?!"

The doctor looked at Yan Yuan, who was anxious and wearing an Arsenal jacket, and smiled understandingly.

"Don't panic, Yan. All the test reports are here. Thankfully, this lady is alright."

Yan Yuan felt a sudden sense of relief and let out a long breath.

The doctor continued, "This lady's fainting was mainly due to overwork, severe sleep deprivation, and a slight drop in blood sugar."

Also, the noise and emotional turmoil at the stadium today may have been contributing factors. The CT scan showed no obvious external injury; it was just a minor soft tissue contusion from the fall. He needs plenty of rest, nutrition, and hydration; a few days of quiet rest should be enough for recovery.

"Is...is everything really alright?" Yan Yuan's voice was filled with lingering fear.

"Yes, don't worry. We've already started her on glucose and IV fluids. Her vital signs are stable now, she's just too tired and has fallen asleep." The doctor nodded. "You can go in and check on her, but don't wake her up, let her sleep peacefully."

After the doctor gave his answer.

Yan Yuan tiptoed into Lin Jianwei's hospital room.

This is a quiet double room, and Lin Jianwei is the only one there at the moment.

Under the soft light, she lay on the pristine white hospital bed.

She was covered with a thin blanket, and an IV was inserted into her arm, with clear glucose liquid slowly dripping into her veins.

Her face was still pale, but her breathing had become much more steady.

Her long eyelashes cast a soft shadow under her eyelids, like a sleeping porcelain doll.

Yan Yuan gently pulled over a stool and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He cautiously reached out, wanting to touch Lin Jianwei's cheek, but pulled back just before he touched her, afraid of disturbing her peaceful sleep.

He gazed at her pale, sleeping face, his heart churning with turmoil.

After the immense relief came a deeper sense of self-blame and heartache.

He muttered to himself quietly.

"Senior," he said in a very low voice, his tone thick with nasal emotion and apology, "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you come to the game... I knew you were so tired. If I hadn't invited you, you could have rested at home and wouldn't have fainted..."

"I...I really feel like an idiot today..." he muttered to himself.

"I was only thinking about showing you how I play football, I didn't consider your health at all... and you suffered so much..."

Yan Yuan raised his head and looked at Lin Jianwei's peaceful sleeping face, his eyes filled with guilt and pity.

The ward was quiet.

The only sounds were the faint dripping of the IV tubing and the occasional noise of traffic outside the window.

This silence came at just the right time.

It gave Yan Yuan the courage to confide in someone.

He looked at Lin Jianwei, his voice as soft as a feather, yet carrying an unprecedented seriousness and tenderness:

"Senior, actually... from the first time I saw you, I felt you were very different... so calm, so intelligent, like an iceberg, making people afraid to approach..." A reminiscent smile appeared on his lips.

"Later, by the river, seeing how sad you were, I really wanted to comfort you..."

"Later on, you even helped me analyze financial risks... and made PPTs for me. You were so professional and so capable."

"I really admire you, and I really...like you..." He paused, seemingly a little embarrassed, but his eyes became even more determined.

"But, um... you always seem a bit aloof? Or rather... a bit distant? I've never dared to say it... afraid of scaring you away, and even more afraid that you'll think I'm too young, after all, I'm three years younger than you..."

"But, after everything we've been through, senior, I don't want to hide it anymore..." He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, his voice soft yet incredibly clear, "I don't know if you can hear me now, but I still want to tell you, I like you... I like you a lot..."

At this moment, Yan Yuan had lost his usual decisiveness and instead started nagging like an old woman.

He finally spoke the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

From our first encounter by the river, to the comfort I received on the banks of the Thames, to the Goldman Sachs offer, and now tonight's panic...

He spoke of his feelings of attraction, admiration, dependence, and the guilt and heartache he felt at that moment.

As he finished speaking, his voice gradually lowered, the fatigue from the past few days of competition and the huge emotional upheaval he had just experienced washing over him like a tidal wave.

Yan Yuan lay on the edge of the bed, his head resting on his own arm. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Only the two people's even and faint breathing could be heard in the ward.

……

At two or three in the morning, all was quiet.

The only sound in the ward was the regular, faint ticking of the electrocardiogram monitor.

Lin Jianwei's eyelashes trembled slightly a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her consciousness slowly returned.

Upon opening my eyes, I smelled disinfectant, saw a white ceiling, and felt a cold touch on my arm…

She realized she was in a hospital.

The fragments of memory gradually became clearer.

It sounded like deafening cheers from the stadium, and then everything went black...

Then, there was Yan Yuan's terrified face...

Lin Jianwei tilted his head slightly, wanting to look around.

She saw him.

Yan Yuan was lying on her right side, resting his head on her arm, fast asleep.

His thick eyelashes covered his eyelids, and his brows were not fully relaxed even in his sleep, as if there was still a trace of lingering worry.

Yan Yuan's hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, and he was wearing that Arsenal training jacket.

She was curled up on the stool, looking a little tired, but also a little cute.

Lin Jianwei's heart was instantly filled with an indescribable warmth.

She weakly raised her right hand, which was not pricked by an injection.

Then, gently and carefully, she stroked the back of Yan Yuan's head, feeling his soft hair and warm body temperature.

This subtle movement.

The sudden awakening startled Yan Yuan from his light sleep.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes still dazed from just waking up, but when he saw Lin Jianwei's open eyes, his dazedness was instantly replaced by immense joy.

"Senior! You're awake!"

He practically jumped up, his voice trembling with excitement.

"How are you feeling? Are you still dizzy? Is there anything bothering you?"

Yan Yuan asked questions rapidly, his eyes anxiously scanning her face to make sure she was alright.

Seeing his anxious expression, Lin Jianwei gave a weak smile on her pale face and gently shook her head:

"Much better... just... a little weak..."

"I'm sorry, senior, it's all my fault," Yan Yuan's surprise was instantly overwhelmed by self-blame.

"I shouldn't have let you come to the game. You work so hard, I should have insisted that you rest at home. It's all my fault, you fainted today..."

When Yan Yuan spoke, he didn't even dare to look Lin Jianwei in the eye, keeping his head down like a child who had made a mistake.

Looking at his embarrassed and self-reproachful appearance, and recalling his "confessions" in his sleep, Lin Jianwei's cheeks also quietly blushed.

Lin Jianwei spoke in a very soft voice.

"It's not your fault...it was my own...I wanted to watch you play football..." She paused, her gaze slightly darting away, "You...you should go back...I'm fine now, I'm sorry to have worried you tonight..."

Yan Yuan looked up and met Lin Jianwei's clear eyes.

There was no blame in it, only tenderness and a touch of shyness.

Yan Yuan suddenly remembered his earlier "self-talk" confessions.

God!

Did she...did she hear that?!

Yan Yuan's face flushed bright red instantly.

He hurriedly looked away, his eyes darting around, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Yan Yuan opened his mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to cover it up, but he couldn't say a word, leaving only an extremely awkward silence.

Lin Jianwei looked at him, embarrassed like a big boy who had done something wrong, and two red clouds rose on her pale face.

She heard what Yan Yuan said, of course.

I heard every single word.

"You...go back and rest..." Lin Jianwei said softly, trying to break the heart-pounding silence.

"I...I'm really okay now..."

"No," Yan Yuan immediately shook his head, "Senior, I'm not going back. I'll stay here with you tonight and not go anywhere else. I'll go back after you're discharged and recovered."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the ward became subtly ambiguous.

The air seems a little sweet.

Just then, Lin Jianwei's hand, which was outside the blanket, moved slightly.

Yan Yuan's gaze unconsciously fell on that fair and slender hand.

He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding like a drum, and then, as if summoning all the courage he had in his life, he mustered it.

He slowly and tentatively reached out his hand and gently and carefully covered Lin Jianwei's hand.

The moment their fingertips touched, both of them trembled slightly.

Lin Jianwei's hand did not dodge; instead, she gently turned it over, palm facing up, and took Yan Yuan's hand in a proactive and tender manner.

Lin Jianwei did not flinch; her eyes sparkled, and a shy smile curved her lips.

She gently and proactively took his hand.

No words are needed.

All the anxiety, all the guesses, all the unrequited love and struggle, found their clearest response in this handshake.

Yan Yuan understood as well.

He held Lin Jianwei's hand and gently pulled the stool closer, his body almost touching the edge of the bed.

He leaned down, his voice low and gentle.

"Senior, you sleep well. I'll stay here and watch over you. I won't go anywhere."

Lin Jianwei looked at his face, which was so close to hers and filled with concern and love, and her cheeks flushed even more.

She gently bit her lower lip and spoke in a voice barely audible.

"Could we... come a little closer..."

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he became even more nervous.

He did as he was told and moved even closer, so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Lin Jianwei turned her head slightly and gently pressed her warm cheek against the back of Yan Yuan's hand that she was holding.

Like a kitten seeking warmth, she gently rubbed against Yan Yuan's hand.

This intimate gesture made Yan Yuan even more careful and gentle.

He held his breath, not daring to move, letting the delicate, warm touch linger on the back of his hand.

Lin Jianwei closed her eyes with satisfaction.

With a reassuring, faint smile on her lips, her breathing gradually became even and long, and she drifted off to sleep again.

In a daze, Lin Jianwei seemed to speak.

"From now on... please don't... call me 'senior' anymore..."

Yan Yuan sat quietly like that, his hand held by hers, the back of his hand pressed against her cheek.

He gazed at her sleeping face, the moonlight streaming through the gaps in the blinds, casting soft shadows on her features.

Yan Yuan spoke softly, in a voice only he could hear.

"Okay, Jianwei, get some sleep. I'll stay with you."