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

At 2:50 PM, at the Lin family's residence.

Lin's father and Yan Yuan had already changed their clothes.

The new jerseys for the School of Economics team are predominantly dark blue with white stripes, featuring a simple and elegant design.

Lin's father specially gave Yan Yuan the No. 7 jersey, which symbolized the core of the team, while he himself wore a regular number jersey.

Yan Yuan had already changed into his jersey and shorts, and on his feet were the latest Adidas Y7 basketball shoes that he endorsed, with a black and white color scheme and sharp lines.

Shin guards and knee pads are also ready.

Although the fabric and technology of this college team jersey are far from comparable to the equipment of Premier League clubs.

But when worn by Yan Yuan, his perfect inverted triangle physique and the unique upright posture of an athlete made it look like a supermodel.

For enthusiasts like Lin's father, who are not professional players, wearing a jersey certainly won't fully showcase their abilities.

But Yan Yuan was different.

Lin's father circled Yan Yuan twice, his eyes shining, praising him repeatedly.

"Great! Great! Excellent! Xiao Yan, with your physique and presence, wearing our School of Economics jersey is like adding a golden layer to our school's reputation! You look amazing! Just standing on the field, without even kicking, you already have a three-point advantage in terms of sheer presence!" He became more and more satisfied as he looked at you, as if he could already see his opponents' dumbfounded expressions.

"By the way, Xiao Yan, um... don't mind this jersey, it's something our department ordered online, so it's definitely not as good quality as your Premier League jerseys."

Yan Yuan stretched his shoulders and said with a smile.

"Uncle, this jersey is great. It's comfortable to wear and breathable. It's perfect for these friendly matches."

"That's good, that's good!" Lin's father was relieved.

On the other side, Lin's mother and Lin Jianwei had also finished getting ready.

Lin's mother changed into a decent casual outfit, while Lin Jianwei wore a refreshing sporty outfit with her ponytail tied high, making her look energetic.

Their task today is to cheer from the sidelines.

Lin's father announced with great pride.

"I've already informed the school security! I'm just worried that too many students will come running and the situation will get out of control. Let's leave now; the timing is perfect!"

The family got into Mr. Lin's SUV and drove towards Zhejiang University's Zijingang Campus.

Inside the car, Lin's father was still excitedly simulating tactics.

Although his "tactics" sounded rather simple and cute to Yan Yuan, Yan Yuan always listened attentively with a smile on his face, and occasionally offered a professional suggestion or two, which made Lin's father even more confident.

The car drove into the campus of Zhejiang University.

Because it's almost summer vacation, the school environment is less crowded than usual.

Towering trees, beautiful waterways, and modern buildings intertwine, creating a rich academic atmosphere that is also full of vitality.

Looking out the window, Yan Yuan exclaimed sincerely, "Zhejiang University is so beautiful! The environment is really nice."

Lin Jianwei took his arm and proudly introduced him to him.

"That's right! Our Zijingang campus is famous for its great environment. Xiao Yan, look, that's the library over there, and Qizhen Lake over there... It's a pity we didn't have time to explore it properly today. I'll definitely take you around next time."

The car stopped near the stadium on the west side.

As soon as the group got off the car, they saw a group of people gathered by the stadium, wearing matching red jerseys; it was the Computer Science Department team.

The tall, thin, bespectacled, and equally energetic professor at the head of the group was Dean Li of the School of Computer Science.

"Old Lin! You've finally arrived! We thought you were scared and had deserted at the last minute!" Dean Li greeted Lin's father in a loud voice and led his team members to greet him.

His gaze swept over the economics team members behind Lin's father, and finally landed on Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei, who hadn't fully walked over yet.

"Old Li, enough nonsense! When have we in the Economics Department ever been afraid?" Lin's father puffed out his chest, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense. "But what about the sports academy's outside help you hired? Let's see what they're made of!"

Dean Li pointed proudly to two young men behind him who were noticeably more robust and had darker skin.

"Hey! How about that? A genuine football major from a sports academy! Today, I'm going to utterly crush your economics department!"

He changed the subject and asked curiously.

"Hey, where's that 'top-tier foreign aid' you were raving about on the phone? Is he just bluffing?"

Just then, Yan Yuan walked over.

With a gentle smile on his face, he nodded to Dean Li in greeting.

"Hello Dean Li, I am Yan Yuan."

For a moment, the air froze.

Dean Li's smile froze. He pushed up his glasses, his eyes wide as he stared intently at Yan Yuan, as if trying to confirm whether he was hallucinating.

The computer science team members behind him, who had been laughing and joking, were all stunned, and then burst into incredulous gasps and commotion.

"Holy crap! Yan Yuan?!"

"It really is him! Yan Yuan from Arsenal!"

"Holy crap, no way! The top-tier foreign aid Professor Lin mentioned... it's him?!"

"Pinch me! Am I dreaming?!"

"Wait a minute??? We're going to have a match against Yan Shen today???"

"Wow... this is like raising a friendly match to the level of the Premier League..."

Dean Li was stunned for a good seven or eight seconds before blinking sharply, stammering as he pointed at Yan Yuan, then looked at Lin's father, who was beaming with pride.

"Old...Old Lin...he...he...Yan Yuan? The outside help you invited today is...is it Yan Yuan?!"

Seeing his old friend's shocked and almost out-of-control expression, Lin's father felt incredibly pleased, even more so than drinking ice-cold plum juice on a sweltering summer day.

He suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, pretended to be calm, patted Yan Yuan on the shoulder, and said to Old Li.

"How about it, Lao Li? Look at our reinforcements, aren't they top-notch? More than enough to deal with your bunch of ragtag soldiers, right?"

Yan Yuan was amused by Dean Li's reaction and said in a friendly manner.

"Dean Li, would you like an autograph or a photo? I'm available now."

These words seemed to suddenly awaken Dean Li. He slapped his thigh and frantically started to pull out his phone.

"Wait...wait! A photo! I absolutely have to have a photo! And an autograph too! But...but I need to call my son first! I need him to bring my grandson over right away! My grandson is a die-hard fan of yours! His room is covered in your posters! If he finds out I played soccer with you today without him, he'll definitely give me a piece of his mind! Wait, wait, I'll call right now..."

Seeing Dean Li frantically making phone calls, Lin's father finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. The team members from the School of Economics also joined in the laughter, creating a very joyful scene.

The commotion had already attracted the attention of a few students nearby.

At first, only a few people looked around curiously, but when someone recognized Yan Yuan, exclamations immediately spread.

"Look! Isn't that Yan Yuan?"

"It really is him! Yan Yuan from Arsenal! He actually came to our school!"

"Where? Where? Oh my god! It really is him! Quick, let's get his autograph!"

"Holy crap, Yan Shen, the living Yan Shen!!"

"Has Yan Shen transferred to our Zhejiang University School of Economics team?"

"Why is there such a crowd over there? Are some celebrities here?"

"Hey! Fengzi, stop fiddling with your crappy FC in the dorm and get to the stadium right now! Yan Shen is at our school!!"

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

The news spread like wildfire across campus social media and chat groups.

The once empty stadium stands began to see students appearing in twos and threes, and then more and more students surged in like a tide.

Many people even wore Arsenal's number 7 jersey, clearly showing they were loyal fans of Yan Yuan.

The school's security department had been notified in advance. Although they did not expect the scene to be so chaotic, they quickly dispatched personnel to set up a simple cordon and maintain order.

Yan Yuan demonstrated exceptional professionalism and approachability.

He smiled and walked to the edge of the stands, patiently fulfilling the students' requests for autographs and photos. He also greeted everyone, eliciting cheers and screams.

His appearance instantly turned what was supposed to be an ordinary inter-college friendly match into a mini fan meet-and-greet.

Taking advantage of the moment when Yan Yuan was surrounded by students.

Dean Li finally finished his call, pulled Lin's father aside, lowered his voice, and his face was still full of disbelief.

"Old Lin! Tell me the truth! What exactly happened? Why is Yan Yuan here playing for you? I saw on the news yesterday that he just finished a commercial match against Shenhua in Shanghai. How come he's suddenly in Hangzhou participating in this amateur game between two weaklings?"

Looking at his old friend's envious, jealous, and curious eyes, Lin's father felt his vanity greatly satisfied.

He leaned close to Dean Li's ear, feigning mystery, and spoke in a tone that seemed low-key but was actually incredibly boastful.

"Old Li, this is a long story, but to put it simply, Yan Yuan is my daughter's boyfriend, and also my future son-in-law."

My future father-in-law is having a little trouble and needs to play a game of football to make things easier. Do you think I, as his son-in-law, can refuse? It's perfectly reasonable, isn't it?

After hearing this, Dean Li's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg. After a long while, he patted Lin's father on the shoulder heavily, his face full of admiration.

"Old Lin, Old Lin! I'm completely impressed! This isn't just hiring outside help, it's like dropping a nuclear bomb on the court! Well, for today's game, our Computer Science department... admits defeat! But losing to Yan Yuan isn't shameful! It's actually quite respectable!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

The two old rascals looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, the stadium was already packed with people, all eyes were on the young man wearing the number 7 jersey of the School of Economics, anticipating the extraordinary "Zhejiang University Derby" that was about to begin.