The next morning at the Kearney training ground, after the rest day ended.

Arsenal's players have regrouped to focus on preparing for the upcoming Premier League showdown.

Next match, an away game against Manchester United.

Today, Yan Yuan stepped onto the court with light steps and a genuinely relaxed smile on his face.

He was in exceptionally good spirits today.

"Hey, look who's here! Our 'ladies' are back!" Ashraf, with his sharp eyes, spotted Yan Yuan first and immediately shouted loudly, a mischievous smile on his face.

He strode over and put his arm around Yan Yuan's shoulder.

"What Casanova? Don't talk nonsense!" Yan Yuan laughed and pushed him away.

"Still not admitting it, huh?" Ashraf persisted, mimicking Yan Yuan's exaggerated hugging gesture.

Who was the hero who saved the damsel in distress on the court last night? Who announced on Twitter that "she's special"?

Tsk tsk tsk! Who was it who swore before, "No dating, just focus on football"? And it's only been a month! A whole month! Yan! Your speed is faster than your wing breakthroughs!

He deliberately dragged out the tone, which drew sidelong glances and good-natured laughter from his teammates around him.

"Hahahahahaha..." The Arsenal players were immediately filled with joy.

Ramsey joined in, laughing and joking.

"Yan, since you've encountered such a happy event, shouldn't you treat us to a meal?"

"Yes! Treat us to a meal! We absolutely have to treat us!" Cancelo chimed in, his young face beaming with gossipy excitement.

Aubameyang, on the other hand, was more direct. He patted Yan Yuan on the chest and grinned.

"Brother, well done! You're doing great on the field and in love! You're a winner in life! But... next time you score, don't just look at the stands, remember to look at us too." He winked, which made everyone burst into laughter again.

Surrounded by his teammates, Yan Yuan's face flushed red and then paled, but his heart was filled with warmth.

He cleared his throat and tried to put on a serious face, but the smile in his eyes was hard to hide.

"Hey, hey, hey, that's enough! If you keep making a fuss, I'll be marking you closely in the next practice match! I'll make sure you don't score a single goal!"

"Fine, fine, you're getting angry now," Ashraf yelled.

"I'm scared, I'm scared, the fierce god is about to unleash his power." Erdgo cooperated by pretending to be scared.

"Watch me? Come on! Perfect timing to try out my new trick!" Aubameyang retorted without backing down.

The training ground was filled with relaxed and cheerful laughter and playful noises.

Yan Yuan also completely relaxed and joined in the banter, responding to his teammates' "attacks" in his own unique, slightly dry humor.

This sense of ease also eased the tension before the big battle.

Professor Wenger stood on the sidelines, his hands in the pockets of his signature long trench coat, his silver hair gleaming in the morning light.

He looked at his disciples laughing and joking on the field, especially Yan Yuan who was surrounded in the middle, and a gentle and gratified smile appeared on his face.

Young people often chat about love and romance, which can actually lighten the mood.

As long as it doesn't affect training and competition performance, it's fine.

His gaze swept across the training field, his eyes gradually becoming sharp and focused.

The next match is at Old Trafford.

It was Manchester United, his old rival, Mourinho.

Wenger couldn't help but frown at the thought of that Portuguese man.

This season is Mourinho's third at Manchester United, but it hasn't been as smooth as the previous two.

Manchester United's league ranking this season has been poor, and they have struggled in the group stage. There have also been frequent reports of discord in the dressing room.

For example, Pogba.

Pogba's strength is that he plays football very well.

The downside is that he doesn't play football much.

This season, Mourinho was very dissatisfied with Pogba's lazy style and lack of discipline, and suggested that the management sell him, but Woodward ignored him.

Furthermore, Martial also clashed with Mourinho over issues such as his position and delayed return to the team.

Furthermore, Mourinho benched Rashford due to his poor training attitude, which led to Rashford's dissatisfaction with him.

Mourinho has offended both Pogba and Manchester United's crown prince.

But that's not all.

Mourinho wanted to sign a center-back in both the summer and winter transfer windows of 2018, but was rejected by Woodward.

This prevented Mourinho from getting support in terms of player recruitment and also affected his authority within the team.

Moreover, Woodward, for commercial gain, chose to side with "problem" players like Pogba between the players and the coach, placing the players above the coach's authority and further exacerbating the chaos in the locker room.

The entire Manchester United team is now on edge.

Recently, there have even been rumors circulating.

Mourinho may leave Manchester United in December.

"Hmm..." Professor Wenger pondered for a moment.

He certainly wasn't gloating, but seeing his old rival, with whom he had fought for many years, in trouble made him feel quite good.

Especially when I think about the bitter defeat to Manchester United at Old Trafford last season.

This time, Wenger is going to personally hand Mourinho a defeat at Old Trafford, on his own turf!

"Alright, lads! Joke time is over!" Wenger clapped his hands, his voice loud and clear, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Next game, Old Trafford, Manchester United. I don't need to say more, you all know what that means!"

The players immediately stopped smiling and their expressions became serious.

Manchester United under Mourinho's management is always a tough nut to crack, regardless of their form.

Especially for Arsenal, it is a place filled with complex grudges and affections.

"Manchester United's form has been inconsistent lately, but never underestimate their fighting spirit, especially at their home ground!" Wenger's eyes shone as he scanned each player.

"Mourinho's team's forte is counter-attacking! We need to control the tempo and reduce mistakes! Our attack must be patient, but also highly efficient! Our defense must be focused; we can't give them any openings!"

"Yan!" Wenger looked at Yan Yuan. "The next match will be very stressful, much more so than the previous ones. If you encounter any problems in training these past two days, please let me know, and I will help you adjust!"

"Understood, boss!" Yan Yuan nodded vigorously, his eyes sharp.

"Rodri! Ramsey! Midfield interceptions and passing are key! Don't give Pogba and Matic too much space!" Wenger continued his instructions. "Aubameyang! Lacazette! Your runs and finishing need to be more decisive! Seize the opportunity and strike decisively!"

"Yes, boss!" the players responded in unison.

The training then transitioned into a high-intensity competitive phase.

Group scrimmage, set piece drills, fast break transitions...

Wenger personally oversaw the match, constantly calling for halts, correcting details, and emphasizing tactical discipline.

The players were completely focused, and their training clothes were quickly soaked with sweat.

The air was thick with the smells of sweat, grass clippings, and gunpowder smoke from the pre-battle battle.

Yan Yuan was exceptionally active on the right flank, repeatedly using his speed and technique to attack the "substitute lineup's" defense, displaying excellent form.

……

In the afternoon, after training ended, the players walked towards the locker room in twos and threes.

Yan Yuan returned to the locker room, picked up his phone, and habitually browsed sports news.

Two news items from the Bundesliga immediately caught his attention.

Headline 1: Bayern Munich defeats Borussia Dortmund 3-1 away! Returning to the top of the Bundesliga!

Headline 2: Hoffenheim defeats Dortmund 2-0 at home! Maintaining their three-game winning streak, Kramaric scores twice!

The second headline was from a news story that took place a few days ago.

"Oh?" Yan Yuan's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

Bayern's victory was not surprising, but seeing his former club Hoffenheim also win, and against the formidable Borussia Dortmund, made him particularly happy.

He clicked on the news details.

Bayern Munich 3-1 Borussia Dortmund: Lewandowski scored twice, and Gnabry added another. Bayern demonstrated their dominance at the Westfalenstadion, overtaking Dortmund in the standings to reclaim the top spot.

Hoffenheim 2-0 Dortmund: Kramaric scored twice, Hoffenheim played aggressively at home, with a solid defense and sharp counter-attacks, successfully thwarting Dortmund.

Looking at the familiar Rhein-Neckar Arena, the familiar blue and white jerseys, and the Hoffenheim players embracing and celebrating after scoring a goal in the news photos, Yan Yuan felt a warm current surge in his heart.

That's where his career took off.

It was Nash who gave him his initial trust and a platform.

It was his Hoffenheim teammates who created the miracle with him.

Although he has left, that affection and sense of belonging have never disappeared.

What makes him feel even closer is that Bayern Munich's current head coach is none other than his mentor, Julian Nagelsmann.

This young coach, after leading Hoffenheim to glory last season, took over Bayern Munich this season and has now led the team back to the top of the table.

Yan Yuan was genuinely happy for his mentor.

He opened social media and, almost without hesitation, immediately retweeted the two news articles, adding his own comments:

Yan Yuan:

Congratulations to Bayern Munich on returning to the top of the Bundesliga table! A fantastic victory! Special congratulations to Coach Nagelsmann! @Nagelsmann, your coaching is truly admirable! We look forward to Bayern achieving even greater glory under your leadership!

[Congratulations to my former club Hoffenheim! They defeated the formidable Borussia Dortmund at home! Beautiful play! This is a very rare victory. @Hoffenheim]

His writing was concise and sincere, filled with blessings for his former employer and respect for his mentor.

It lacks flowery language, yet it is full of human warmth.

Shortly after the post was published, replies followed one after another.

Hoffenheim official account:

Thank you, Yan, forever a son of Hoffenheim! Thank you for your blessings! We will always remember the glory you created at Rhein-Neckar! We wish you all the best at Arsenal! #HoffenheimFamily

Julian Nagelsmann:

Thank you for your congratulations, Yan, @YanYuan. It's great to see you continue to shine in the Premier League, and your performances at Arsenal have been amazing! Stay focused and keep going! Looking forward to seeing you on an even bigger stage in the future!

The official response was warm and friendly, while Nagelsmann's reply carried his mentor's expectations and pride.

Fans who saw this left numerous likes and comments in the comment section:

"I'm moved to tears. Yan Shen has never forgotten his roots."

"The official Hoffenheim account is so sweet! Forever Hoffenheim's son!"

"Nadal and Yan Yuan are one of the most representative mentor-student pairs in football."

"Seeing them interact makes me feel that the world of football is truly wonderful."

Yan Yuan looked at these replies and a warm smile appeared on his face.

He liked all the replies from Hoffenheim's official account and coach Nagelsmann, and replied with a "Go for it!" emoji and a handshake emoji to Nagelsmann's comment.

Putting down his phone, Yan Yuan looked out at the vast sky beyond the Kearney training ground.

The sunshine was just right, dispelling the chill of late autumn.

The challenges at Old Trafford are imminent, but the warmth of old Bundesliga friends remains.

"call……"

Yan Yuan took a deep breath and felt the surging power in his chest.

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