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

Shortly after Christmas, a new match day will begin, with the Emirates Stadium hosting Watford.

Ninety minutes later in the locker room, the joy of a 5-0 victory over Watford was like champagne foam, spraying freely and soaking everyone's hair and smiles.

Yan Yuan's face was still flushed with excitement from his second victory, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and he was being celebrated by his teammates.

Achraf Hakimi, Martin Ødegaard... even goalkeeper Martin Ødegaard became contributors to the goals.

During the final offensive play today, Martin wanted to do something special, so he joined his teammates in the attack.

Pepe's precise long pass found Martin, who rushed to the edge of the opponent's penalty area, and Martin calmly slotted the ball home, making all the strikers blush with shame, bringing the score to five goals!

This dramatic scene became a topic of conversation among fans after the game.

"Martinez! You stole my job!" Aubameyang exaggeratedly hugged Martinez's neck and shook him, drawing laughter from the crowd.

Yan Yuan smiled and shook his head, his gaze sweeping across the dressing room before landing on his own suit hanging there.

Amidst the noise, a slight sense of tension crept into my heart; tonight, there was another battlefield to be fought.

Victoria Beckham's annual fashion show is tonight.

Yan Yuan had promised to go and support them.

"Hey Yan, stop spacing out!" Ramsey laughed and nudged his shoulder. "Why don't you open a bottle of champagne too!"

Yan Yuan snapped out of his daze, smiled, and picked up a bottle of champagne to spray some.

After the celebration ended, in the shower, the water washed away Yan Yuan's fatigue and gradually cleared his chaotic thoughts.

……

As night falls, celebrities gather outside an arts center in central London that is adorned with lights and resembles a crystal palace.

The flashes of light from the cameras, like a dense cluster of stars, illuminated the red carpet as bright as day.

Luxury cars arrived in a line, and celebrities from various circles, dressed in fine clothes, displayed their most perfect poses in front of the camera.

A low-key yet luxurious black sedan slowly came to a stop.

The car door opened, and Yan Yuan stepped out first.

Today, he wore a well-tailored black velvet tuxedo, which accentuated his tall and composed figure.

He turned slightly to the side and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

Then, a slender hand wearing an exquisite lace glove rested on his palm, and Lin Jianwei gracefully leaned forward.

She wore a pearl-white strapless long dress, the skirt cascading down like flowing clouds, outlining her graceful figure.

Her long, black hair was styled into an updo, revealing her smooth neck and beautifully shaped collarbones. A few wisps of hair fell lazily down, adding to her gentle beauty.

A simple diamond necklace adorned her neck, refracting delicate sparkles under the light, perfectly complementing her refined and elegant demeanor.

Her appearance instantly attracted countless eyes and flashes of light.

"Oh my god! It's Yan and his girlfriend!"

"She's so beautiful! She has such a wonderful presence!"

"If I can get a shot of Yan, then today's trip will have been worthwhile!"

Yan Yuan nodded slightly, a polite smile on his face, and let Lin Jianwei take his arm naturally.

After her performance on the Golden Globe Awards red carpet last time, Lin Jianwei's performance this time was much better, with steady steps and graceful posture.

While walking the red carpet, Yan Yuan and she even posed for a photo together, looking into each other's eyes.

Lin Jianwei looked up at him, her clear eyes reflecting the dazzling lights, and returned a reassuring smile.

The two calmly dealt with the media's cameras and shouts, their youthful yet composed aura no less impressive than any of the big-name stars present.

Upon entering the show venue, the dazzling lights dimmed slightly, and the runway extended forward, flanked by carefully arranged seats.

The air was filled with the unique aroma of high-end fragrances and the various perfumes worn by celebrities.

Waiters moved among the crowd, serving champagne.

Yan Yuan quickly spotted his target in the crowd: David Beckham was talking with several friends.

"Mr. David!" Yan Yuan led Lin Jianwei forward.

Beckham turned his head at the sound, saw Yan Yuan, and immediately broke into his signature charming smile, opening his arms wide.

"Yan! You're here! Welcome!" He warmly embraced Yan Yuan, his gaze immediately falling on Lin Jianwei, a hint of undisguised amazement flashing in his eyes.

"This must be Ms. Lin? I've heard so much about you, you look absolutely radiant tonight!"

"Hello, Mr. Beckham." Lin Jianwei smiled and extended his hand with a graceful demeanor. "It is an honor to attend Mrs. Beckham's fashion show."

"Victoria will be so happy to see you all!" Beckham said with a smile, introducing, "Victoria! Look who's here!"

Victoria Beckham was talking to a designer when she heard the voice and gracefully turned around.

She wore a sleek black jumpsuit and exuded a powerful aura.

Upon seeing Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei, she smiled sincerely and walked over quickly.

"Yan, welcome. This must be Ms. Lin."

"Yes, madam, this is my girlfriend," Yan Yuan introduced.

"Ms. Lin, hello." Victoria took the initiative to shake hands with Lin Jianwei, her gaze lingering on her for a moment with admiration.

"Your dress is beautiful, and you have such a great presence. This pearl white color suits you perfectly."

"Thank you, Mrs. Beckham." Lin Jian smiled gently. "I've always admired your designs—simple, clean, and powerful, just like you." Her gaze swept over the runway backdrop and lighting setup.

"The set design for tonight's show was also very stylish. The use of geometric lines and light and shadow created a sense of futurism and sophistication, which perfectly matches the core spirit of your brand."

A hint of surprise flashed in Victoria's eyes; she clearly hadn't expected this young girl to have such a keen insight into fashion and such precise expression.

"Thank you! You have a very professional eye." She asked with interest, "Is Ms. Lin also in the fashion industry?"

"No, Madam," Lin Jianwei shook his head slightly, his smile humble. "I work at Goldman Sachs, doing investment analysis."

"Goldman Sachs?" Victoria was even more surprised, then her interest deepened. "A financial whiz! No wonder you have such an outstanding presence and such a clear mind. It just so happens that I've recently been considering further expansion of my brand in the Asian market, especially my investment strategy in East Asia. I wonder if Ms. Lin has any insights? Or, from a financial analyst's perspective, what risks and opportunities do you see worth noting?"

Lin Jianwei and Victoria quickly found common ground, discussing everything from fashion aesthetics to business investment. Victoria was clearly attracted by Lin Jianwei's eloquence, professionalism, and elegant demeanor.

The two chatted happily, occasionally bursting into knowing laughter.

On the other side, Beckham patted Yan Yuan on the shoulder and handed him a glass of champagne.

"Come on, Yan, let's go over there and have a chat, let the ladies have a good exchange."

He led Yan Yuan to a relatively quiet corner sofa.

"How are you? You just finished a match and came straight here. Are you tired?" Beckham asked with concern.

"It's alright, sir, I'm used to it." Yan Yuan smiled, took a sip of champagne, the bubbles dancing on his tongue. "The game went smoothly today, everyone was in good form."

"5-0! I saw it on the news." Beckham's eyes were filled with admiration.

"You scored twice again? And Martinez's goal... Haha, you guys really know how to have fun, even the goalkeeper scored!" He shook his head with a laugh, then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious.

"Honestly, Yan, your performance this season is simply unbelievable. In your first time in the Premier League, you're the top scorer in the Premier League and also the top scorer in the Champions League? At 18 years old? My God, this record is unprecedented."

Yan Yuan felt a little embarrassed by the praise and put down his wine glass.

"It's all thanks to good luck and the support of my teammates."

"Don't be modest, kid," Beckham interrupted him, his eyes gleaming.

"This is not luck, it is ability, talent, and hard work day after day!"

You know what? I've watched a lot of your game footage. Your positioning, your vision, your passing, your shooting... especially your aggressiveness in tracking back!

As a winger, your defensive tracking frequency is comparable to that of a defender; that attitude alone is incredibly valuable!

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with the earnestness of someone who had been through it all.

"Yan, have you ever thought about what would happen if Arsenal could win the Premier League title this season, go further in the Champions League, and even... lift the trophy? And you, as the absolute core player, could maintain these statistics and performances..."

Beckham paused, looked into Yan Yuan's eyes, and said, word by word.

"The Golden Globe Award is not out of reach. You came in third last time, so maybe you can come in first next time."

You should know how much the FA and England fans crave another player who can win the Ballon d'Or; you've done better than Owen.

Yan Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

The Ballon d'Or is the ultimate honor that every football player dreams of.

Of course he had thought about it, countless times after training, lying exhausted on the grass, gazing at the sky and daydreaming.

But he had never so clearly revealed this ambition to anyone.

"I..." Yan Yuan took a deep breath and said honestly, "Of course I want to, I dream about it, but Mr. David, you know, the Ballon d'Or... is too difficult, there are so many great predecessors in the football world..."

Beckham interrupted Yan Yuan, speaking with absolute certainty.

"Kid, none of those great predecessors you mentioned were at the top of the Premier League and Champions League scoring charts at the age of 18!"

Times are changing, and records are meant to be broken. You have the ability and the platform!

Arsenal is on a roll right now, and Professor Wenger is grooming you as a key player. This is an opportunity for you, and even more so for English football.

The FA should want you to win the Ballon d'Or even more than you do!

Beckham's words were like a shot of adrenaline, injecting into Yan Yuan's heart, and he felt a surge of hot blood rushing through his chest.

The conversation naturally turned to the national team.

"What about the national team?" Beckham asked, his eyes filled with inquiry.

"Southgate must be relying on you a lot now, right? After Kane, honestly, among the current England forwards, the only one who can consistently deliver... besides you, I can't think of anyone else."

Sterling? Rashford? Those two lads' form is so inconsistent. Victoria even told me that Rashford often dates her supermodels, tsk tsk…

Beckham remarked on Rashford's lifestyle as he spoke.

Yan Yuan didn't respond to that, but instead brought up Kane.

"Captain Kane is outstanding, with top-notch shooting skills. I think he's in great form right now."

"Yes, you're right, Kane is a good player, a top striker," Beckham agreed, but then changed the subject...

"But... how should I put it, he might be a bit too soft-hearted. As captain, especially in the locker room, facing a group of increasingly younger and more individualistic young men, scoring goals alone is not enough."

The role of captain requires a stronger presence, the ability to control the situation, and the leadership qualities to step forward and take responsibility in critical moments.

Does Kane have this personality trait? No, he doesn't.

And most critically, Kane has yet to win a single championship. He lacks the two most important qualities a captain needs: leadership qualities and a number of titles.

Beckham looked directly at Yan Yuan and asked.

"Yan, have you ever thought about wearing the captain's armband for the England national team someday?"

Yan Yuan's heart was struck hard by the question once again. He swallowed hard, did not answer immediately, but thought for a while before speaking.

"Well... Mr. David, to be honest, I've thought about it, and that's one of the reasons why I'm working so hard."

But I know I am still young and inexperienced, so I need championships, honors, and solid results to prove that I am worthy of that responsibility.

The Golden Globe Award and the captain's armband are both peaks I want to climb, but not the end. They are stepping stones for me to prove myself and contribute more to the team.

A strong light of admiration flashed in Beckham's eyes.

He patted Yan Yuan's shoulder forcefully.

"Good! Young people should have this kind of ambition and responsibility! Age is not a problem, and seniority is not a shackle. As long as you have the ability, the determination, and the championships and honors to your name, nothing is a problem!"

He lowered his voice and imparted his national team experience to his junior, Yan Yuan.

"Yan, as someone who's been there, let me remind you: the locker room of the national team is actually a small society. You need to understand a bit about interpersonal relationships and factional dynamics."

But don't worry, given your current performance and status at Arsenal, there will definitely be more and more players from the "Arsenal system" in the national team in the future.

Look at that kid on your team named Saka, he plays with such flair, it's only a matter of time before he gets into the national team.

"At that time, you brothers who have fought side by side in the club will naturally be closer and more united, which will greatly benefit your authority in the locker room. You'll play well, and people will speak up for you."

Yan Yuan listened attentively, nodding frequently.

As a former captain of England and a symbol of the Three Lions, Beckham's experience and wisdom were invaluable to Yan Yuan.

He saw a clearer path unfolding before him.

"Remember, Yan," Beckham said solemnly at the end.

"I have high hopes for you, not because you are young, but because you have the potential to become the backbone of the England team for the next decade or even longer."

You possess the skills, awareness, attitude, and leadership qualities.

The rest is about nurturing it with championships and honors, allowing it to thrive. I believe you can do it!

……

The fashion show concluded amidst dynamic music and dazzling lights.

Victoria's design was a resounding success.

When the event ended, Victoria made a point of finding Lin Jianwei again and exchanging contact information.

"Ms. Lin, it was a very pleasant chat with you. I'll definitely be seeking your advice on market investment matters from time to time!"

Lin Jianwei responded with a smile, "You're welcome anytime, Mrs. Beckham."

On the way back, Yan Yuan leaned back in the comfortable back seat with his eyes closed.

The London nightscape outside the car window was dazzling with lights, and the glow of the neon lights flickered on his young but slightly tired face.

Lin Jianwei nestled quietly beside him, seemingly still immersed in the excitement and conversation they had just shared.

In Yan Yuan's mind, however, his conversation with Beckham that evening was replaying like a movie.

Ballon d'Or, England captain... these weighty words resonated within him.

Beckham's affirmation and expectations were like a fire, igniting the deepest desire in his heart.

Just then, a system notification sounded deep within my consciousness:

[Player Beckham's interaction level has reached 100%, and he has acquired the skill: Crescent Moon Slash, with a compatibility rate of 91%]