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

The Champions League semi-final is about to begin, with only three days left until the second leg against Ajax.

Arsenal's training intensity has been raised to an almost brutal level by Professor Wenger.

Tactical drills, high-intensity competition, set piece offense and defense...

Every minute was draining the players' last bit of physical and mental strength.

On the training field, heavy breathing filled the air; everyone knew that a major battle was imminent.

As the team leader, Yan Yuan took the lead and set an example.

He not only had to complete his own training tasks, but also had to constantly shout, direct, and encourage his teammates, requiring a high level of mental concentration and consuming a great deal of physical energy.

"Alright, kids, you've worked hard today, we can wrap this up now!"

When the final whistle blew for the end of Wenger's training session.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After training, Yan Yuan wasn't too tired today, but he felt like something was missing.

For some reason, Lin Jianwei's image kept popping into his mind today.

In the bathroom, Yan Yuan quickly washed away his fatigue and sweat, changed into dry casual clothes, and now all he wanted to do was get home as soon as possible.

After driving home.

As he pushed open the door, a familiar and comforting aroma of food immediately enveloped him.

The savory aroma of preserved egg and lean pork congee, combined with the freshness of stir-fried vegetables with minced garlic, makes for a simple and healthy dinner.

The dining table was already set, with exquisite porcelain plates neatly arranged and two sets of bowls and chopsticks quietly awaiting their host.

However, today is different from usual.

There was no gentle "You're back?" from Lin Jianwei in the living room.

Yan Yuan changed into slippers and looked in the direction of the faint sound of keyboard typing.

Lin Jianwei was sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet in the living room, leaning against the sofa.

She was wearing comfortable off-white loungewear, her long, black hair casually pulled back, revealing her smooth forehead and focused profile.

Her laptop sat on a low coffee table, and Lin Jianwei's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Clearly, Kobayashi is busy with her work today.

She didn't even have time to wait for Yan Yuan to come back so they could eat together.

Yan Yuan tiptoed over and stopped behind her.

He didn't make a sound to disturb them.

I simply watched her focused profile in silence.

Lin Jianwei's profile is very cute.

However, she seemed to have encountered a problem; her brows furrowed slightly, and her fingers slid unconsciously across the keyboard.

The content on the computer screen looked like her academic paper.

Yan Yuan bent down, stretched out his fingers, and gently, with a hint of mischief, pinched Lin Jianwei's fair and smooth cheek.

"Hmm?" Lin Jianwei's thoughts were interrupted, her body trembled slightly, she looked up and saw Yan Yuan, the focus in her eyes instantly turned into a gentle smile.

"Stop fooling around, be good, go wash your hands and eat. The food is getting cold. I have to finish the first draft of this paper tonight, and it's due the day after tomorrow morning."

Her voice was soft, like she was coaxing a child, but her hands didn't stop moving, and her gaze returned to the screen.

"I'll make a scene." Yan Yuan wouldn't listen to her.

Instead of washing his hands as instructed, he leaned back and lay down.

Yan Yuan precisely placed his head on Lin Jianwei's lap as she sat cross-legged.

"Oh dear!" Lin Jianwei exclaimed, startled by his sudden movement.

"What are you doing? Get up, you're so heavy!"

"I won't get up." Yan Yuan not only refused to get up, but also rubbed against her legs playfully, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position, and sighed contentedly.

"Tsk tsk... I'm exhausted today... It's so much more comfortable in my sister's arms than in the treatment room... Let me lie down for a while and recharge."

He closed his eyes, his face showing undisguised enjoyment and dependence.

Lin Jianwei looked at his childish behavior and felt both annoyed and amused, but her heart melted completely.

She looked down at the big boy resting his head on her lap. The captain, who was usually a force to be reckoned with on the court with sharp eyes, was now acting like a spoiled child begging for candy.

"Okay, then you lie still and wait for me to finish writing this part."

Lin Jianwei sighed with a helpless smile.

Then, leaving Yan Yuan lying there, she instantly freed one hand to gently brush away the stray hairs on his forehead that were slightly damp with sweat.

"Was training tiring today?" she asked in a low voice.

"Hmm..." Yan Yuan responded vaguely, "The intensity was too high... This was the closest we'd come to winning the Champions League in the last two years, everyone worked really hard..."

As Yan Yuan spoke, he buried himself deeper into her embrace.

Lin Jianwei felt his warm body temperature and heavy weight on her legs, and a strange sensation arose.

"Um……"

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't stop him.

The sound of keyboard typing resumed, but the rhythm was slower, and the user seemed a little distracted.

Yan Yuan lay quietly.

At the same time, he was inhaling Lin Jianwei's fragrance through her clothes.

The fragrance is the fresh floral scent of Kobayashi's usual shower gel, mixed with her own unique, warm, and clean scent.

It makes me feel very at ease.

However, as he continued to smell it, it seemed that Xiao Yan Yuan wanted to express some opinions.

Yan Yuan couldn't help but move again.

He pressed his head even closer to Lin Jianwei's soft belly.

The clothes in this area are the warmest and smell the best.

Yan Yuan's breathing was so forceful that Lin Jianwei could feel it even through his clothes.

Her fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped, and a tingling, electric sensation instantly surged through her body from the places where his breath had touched.

Her cheeks flushed bright red instantly, her body stiffened slightly, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

"Yan... Yan Yuan..." Her voice trembled as she tried to remain calm.

"You...you shouldn't move..."

Yan Yuan acted as if he hadn't heard.

With his eyes closed, he restlessly wrapped his arms around Lin Jianwei's slender waist and gently embraced her.

"Um...stop...stop fooling around..."

Lin Jianwei was completely unable to concentrate at this point.

She put her hands down from the keyboard and, somewhat helplessly, placed them on his arms that were wrapped around her waist, her voice both shy and anxious.

"You could have just been lying down... why did you... why did you hit me..."

Yan Yuan then slowly opened his eyes.

Instead of letting go, he used the same posture to support himself and sit up.

But he didn't leave. Instead, he sat down behind Lin Jianwei and hugged her tightly in his broad chest.

His warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe and neck as he whispered.

"slight……"

Lin Jianwei's body trembled slightly, and her heart pounded like a drum.

"The Champions League semi-final is the day after tomorrow..." Yan Yuan's voice sounded almost seductive.

"The opponents were very strong... those young guys from Ajax are full of energy... today's training intensity was too high, I feel... I might need to adjust my form..."

"So...so?" Lin Jianwei asked him, her face slightly flushed.

Yan Yuan tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace, and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

He whispered in her ear.

"So, in order for me to win the competition the day after tomorrow... could you... give me some encouragement?"

"Wh...what encouragement?" Lin Jianwei's voice was barely audible, her cheeks burning hot.

Xiaolin felt like she was about to melt from the intense hormonal aura emanating from him and the whispers in her ear.

Yan Yuan chuckled softly.

Then, he turned his head, his lips almost touching her small earlobe, his voice lowered, with a hint of mischief.

"Weiwei, a few days ago... I bought you a new battle robe... It's in the gift box at the very back of your wardrobe... It's black... The kind with only a few threads..."

boom!

Lin Jianwei felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head!

She instantly understood what Yan Yuan meant by "battle robe"!

My mind went blank.

Although the two of them were very close, they had also had quite a few sexual encounters.

But that battle robe had almost only a few thin straps.

She really had never tried it before.

"I hate you...you're such a pervert!" Lin Jianwei was both ashamed and angry, struggling to escape from his embrace.

"I won't wear it! Don't even think about it! Let me go!"

"Really don't want it?"

"don't want!"

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

"No... Ah!!!"

Lin Jianwei hadn't finished speaking.

Yan Yuan's arm around her remained as still as an iron hoop, but his other hand suddenly attacked.

He precisely tickled the soft, ticklish flesh on Lin Jianwei's side.

"Ah!" Lin Jianwei was caught off guard and instantly lost her composure. She curled up, tickled, and couldn't help but giggle as she dodged.

"No...don't tickle me...hahaha...I hate it...let me go..."

"Want it or not? Hmm?" Yan Yuan persisted, a smug grin spreading across his face.

"Sister, give me some encouragement... just this once? Okay? I need to get myself in a good mood..."

"Hahaha... Stop... Stop... I... I promise... I promise, okay...?" Lin Jian smiled so hard that tears were almost coming out of her eyes. Her whole body went limp, and she could only surrender.

Yan Yuan stopped, satisfied, but still held her in his arms, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her rosy cheeks.

"You really agreed?"

Lin Jianwei was panting, her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting away, too shy to look at him, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"Um... I agree, but... but the lights have to be turned off..."

Turning off the lights was Lin Jianwei's final line.

"Deal!" Yan Yuan's eyes lit up with a smile.

Without saying another word, he suddenly used his arms to lift Lin Jianwei up in his arms.

"Ah..." Lin Jianwei exclaimed in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

Yan Yuan carried her and strode towards the bedroom.

Lin Jianwei buried her burning cheeks in his firm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and feeling the strength in his arms.

The slight embarrassment in my heart had long been replaced by a secret anticipation and sweetness.

I said no earlier, but I was actually quite honest when it came to actually wanting it.

The bedroom door was closed.

……

Several hours later, the storm subsided.

The bedroom was filled with an ambiguous yet warm atmosphere.

Yan Yuan had already torn that battle robe to shreds.

He leaned against the headboard, his chest rising and falling slightly, his forehead still damp with sweat, but his eyes were clear and content.

He doesn't look like he's recovered from a major battle at all; it seems he's really in good shape.

Lin Jianwei lay on Yan Yuan's body.

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her whole body felt weak, and she didn't even want to move a finger.

Yan Yuan looked down at the languid, satisfied yet slightly tired face of the woman in his arms, and pinched her ear.

"Is my sister tired?"

"Hmph... When aren't you tired? You're always working like an ox..."

"What are you saying? Then why were you so cooperative just now?"

"Don't laugh at me..." Lin Jianwei buried her face even deeper.

Suddenly, Yan Yuan remembered the computer in the living room that was still lit up.

"Oh right, Weiwei, wait a minute, I'll go get your computer."

He carefully withdrew and gently got out of bed.

Walking into the living room, the laptop screen on the coffee table was still lit up, displaying the interface of that unfinished thesis.

Yan Yuan picked up the computer and tiptoed back to the bedroom.

"Weiwei," he called softly, placing the computer on the bedside table, "your computer."

Lin Jianwei groggily opened her eyes, and only when she saw the computer did she suddenly remember her thesis assignment.

A strong sense of exhaustion and guilt welled up inside me.

She glared at Yan Yuan resentfully, and accused him weakly.

"It's all your fault... Now I'm doomed... I have to stay up all night to finish my thesis... and I have to get up early the day after tomorrow to submit it... Waaah..."

Lin Jianwei rubbed her forehead against his chest.

Yan Yuan was amused by her adorable appearance, lay down again, pulled her into his arms, and kissed the top of her head.

"Don't worry, I'm here for you. I'll help you."

"You'll help me?" Lin Jianwei raised her wet eyes, somewhat puzzled. "You understand my financial model?"

"I don't understand models," Yan Yuan smiled.

"But you're a computer science major, after all. Did your thesis include some data processing and algorithm verification work? Those parts that are highly repetitive, require patience, but are relatively simple in logic?"

Lin Jianwei's eyes lit up: "Yes... data cleaning, feature extraction, and the code implementation and result processing of several basic regression models. Those are particularly tedious and time-consuming."

"Okay, leave it to me." Yan Yuan hugged her even tighter.

"Weiwei, tell me your requirements, and I'll write the code, run the data, and organize the results. You focus on writing your theoretical analysis and conclusions."

Lin Jianwei looked at him with surprise, but then became a little worried.

"But...but...Yan Yuan, you have training tomorrow too..."

"It's alright, this workload is nothing." Yan Yuan ruffled her hair, his tone relaxed. "Just tell me the specific requirements, and I'll be fine. My skills are reliable; I even got a perfect score on the last assignment."

Since Yan Yuan had said that, Lin Jianwei didn't stand on ceremony anymore. She forced herself to sit up and leaned against the headboard.

She began to explain in detail to Yan Yuan the data sources, processing steps, algorithm requirements, and output formats for the parts of her paper that required his help.

Yan Yuan listened attentively, occasionally asking key questions.

This serious attitude is just as impressive as when he's playing football.

He turned on his computer, brought up the programming environment, and his fingers flew across the keyboard, producing lines of code that appeared smoothly on the screen.

Lin Jianwei looked at Yan Yuan's focused and handsome profile.

Watching him skillfully operate the complex software filled me with sweetness and a sense of security.

This man can conquer and command armies on the basketball court; he can make her lose her mind and be unable to resist in matters of the heart; and now, he can sit by her bedside, solving a tricky algorithm problem for her...

How many facets of him are there that she has not fully understood?

Lin Jianwei couldn't resist touching Yan Yuan's face and gently pinching it.

"Hmm...why are you pinching my cheek?"

"What? You're allowed to pinch me, but I'm not allowed to pinch you? I'll pinch you anyway."

Lin Jianwei pinched even more recklessly.

"Little brother, tell your sister, how did you get such a handsome face?"

"Are you making a scene again? Wait for me to finish coding in a bit."

Yan Yuan gently squeezed Lin Jianwei's hand.

Lin Jianwei's eyes remained fixed on Yan Yuan's face, lingering there for a long time.

When a girl is with a boy she likes, she really feels like she's "looking after her son".

She thought of something, then quietly leaned close to Yan Yuan's ear, breathed warm air into his ear, and whispered something.

"Honey, there's something I want to ask you..."

Yan Yuan stared intently at the computer screen and said.

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Um...it's just...next time...I want to hear you...call me Mom..."

"Oh...ah???"

Yan Yuan hesitated for a moment before realizing what he had heard, then his face instantly turned bright red. He almost thought he had misheard.

"I...I didn't hear wrong, did I??? Called...Mom?"

Lin Jianwei extended her index finger and gently tapped his burning cheek.

"What? You're scared? Weren't you so confident just now?"

Yan Yuan looked at Lin Jianwei, swallowed hard, thought for a moment, and then suddenly smiled and said.

"Alright, but... it's only fair if we give and take. I agree to your condition..."

Yan Yuan leaned close to Lin Jianwei's ear and whispered.

"Then you... have to promise me that next time you'll wear my new... purple battle robe... and that red one..."

"Hehe... Deal..."

Lin Jianwei hugged Yan Yuan even tighter.

She felt the slight vibrations from Yan Yuan's fingertips tapping on the keyboard, and listened to his steady breathing; her eyelids gradually grew heavy.

"Are you sleepy? If you are, take a nap. Don't push yourself."

Yan Yuan didn't even look up, his voice gentle.

"I'll show it to you after I finish this basic framework."

"Um……"

Lin Jianwei gave a vague reply, finally succumbing to the overwhelming drowsiness.

I drifted off to sleep to Yan Yuan's reassuring presence and the rhythmic clatter of his keyboard.