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

On the first day after the match, at 6 p.m., the flight carrying the entire Hoffenheim team slowly landed at the international airport in Baden-Württemberg (the state where Hoffenheim club is located). It was already dark outside the window.

It's 70 kilometers from here to the club's location, and we'll have to take a bus for quite a distance.

The players dragged their slightly tired steps down the gangway, but each of them had an undisguised smile on their face.

The club's blue bus had been waiting by the helipad for quite some time. As always, the driver, Uncle Karl, had an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and waved to the players with a smile.

"Welcome home, heroes! Well done!"

After the players high-fived Karl, they boarded the bus and slumped into their seats in twos and threes.

Gnabry took out his phone, browsed the sports news for a while, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:

"Hey, look! Bild has put Yan's picture on the front page! The headline is 'Hoffenheim's Oriental Magician'!"

Amiri, the locker room clown, immediately came over, waving her phone exaggeratedly: "What's this? Kicker photoshopped him into a medieval knight, captioned 'Yan Yuan, the Dragon Slayer!'"

Big Barry burst into laughter.

Schultz shook his head and sighed, "The media's speed is even faster than our counterattack."

Gnabry raised an eyebrow smugly.

"Of course, after all, our Magician had two shots and one assist yesterday. Yan, look at your news..." He was about to turn around and pat Yan Yuan in the back seat, wanting him to see the news as well, but was stopped by a look from Coach Nagelsmann, who was sitting next to Yan Yuan.

Nagelsmann put his index finger to his lips and lowered his voice to Gnabry:

"Shh~ Gnabry, let Yan get some sleep, he's already very tired."

Only then did everyone realize that Yan Yuan had fallen asleep with his head tilted against the car window.

His team jacket was casually draped over his shoulders, his phone was still loosely clutched in his hand, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, trembling slightly with his breath.

The carriage fell silent instantly.

Captain Vogt tiptoed out his phone and secretly took a picture of the sleeping Yan Yuan. He then mouthed to his teammates, "Look, I have new meme material."

Gnabry suppressed a laugh, gave a thumbs up, and then carefully moved the air conditioner vent above Yan Yuan's head in the opposite direction.

Nordveit, sitting in the back row, quietly handed over a blanket. Nagelsmann took it and gently covered Yan Yuan with it, his movements as practiced as if he were tucking his own younger brother in.

The bus traveled smoothly on the highway. Occasionally, when there was a bump, Yan Yuan's head would unconsciously bump against the glass, making a soft "thump" sound.

Ute, who was sitting diagonally behind him, would reflexively reach out to steady him each time, even though he couldn't reach him at all.

Polanski lowered his voice and said,

"Honestly, this kid is much more well-behaved when he's asleep than on the field."

Hübner suppressed a laugh and agreed.

"That's right, Yan was bouncing around like a spring yesterday when we were celebrating in the locker room."

Nagelsmann gazed at the fleeting scenery outside the window, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

In the rearview mirror, he could see the way his teammates would occasionally glance at Yan Yuan, a look that was a mixture of pride, doting, and a little envy, like watching their own child suddenly grow up.

Strictly speaking, Yan Yuan is indeed a child. He is the youngest on this bus, and he is not even an adult yet, but everyone already treats him like a treasure.

There's no way around it, this kid is just very likable both on and off the field.

As the bus drove over a speed bump, Yan Yuan mumbled something in a daze and unconsciously rubbed against the window.

The entire team immediately held their breath, and even the driver, Hope, subconsciously slowed down.

Only when they heard the even breathing resume did everyone relax.

As night deepened, Hoffenheim's team bus drove smoothly on the road back to Sinsheim.

Inside the train carriage, the players were still basking in the joy of defeating Liverpool away from home, chatting quietly about the media reports and the cheers of the fans.

Yan Yuan leaned against the window, fast asleep, a tired but satisfied smile on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

However, this tranquility was soon shattered.

"Bang!"

A loud bang was heard, and the car window shattered violently, sending shards flying everywhere.

Yan Yuan woke up instantly, his body tensing instinctively. The world before him suddenly became clear from his hazy sleep. A rock the size of a fist smashed through the car window next to him, and sharp shards of glass were scattered on his seat.

"What's going on?!" Gnabry suddenly stood up and looked out the window.

"Someone is attacking us!" Uncle Carl, the driver, roared and quickly slammed on the brakes, but the bus tires had already been punctured by a sharp object, the bus shook violently, and it was eventually forced to stop on the side of the road.

Outside the window, a dozen or so vagrants armed with sticks and knives surrounded them.

They wore tattered jackets, had ferocious smiles on their faces, and shouted short phrases.

"money!"

"cell phone!"

"A watch!"

The leader was a burly, tall man who brandished a rusty iron rod and shouted:

"That's a Bundesliga team's team bus! These players must be rich! Let's rob them!"

The carriage was thrown into a brief moment of chaos.

"Damn it! I know who they are, they're homeless people!" Kramaric cursed, quickly grabbing his backpack and using it to shield the car window.

Coach Nagelsmann immediately stood up, his voice calm and firm: "Everyone calm down! Don't get out of the car! Carl, call the police immediately!"

Uncle Carl had already dialed the police emergency number, urgently reporting his location and the situation to the officers.

But they clearly weren't going to give the Hoffenheim players time to wait for rescue; they started smashing the car windows frantically, with shards of glass flying into the vehicle.

"They're trying to break in!" Ute shouted, getting up to block the window.

Yan Yuan sprang from his seat without hesitation. He grabbed his seat cushion and placed it directly in front of the shattered car window, shouting:

"Everyone! Block the windows with your gear! Don't let them in! They can't overturn our bus!"

The teammates immediately sprang into action.

Goalkeeper Bowman grabbed his training bag and braced it against the shattered glass on the other side; Amiri and Hübner worked together to push over a row of seats and place them across the doorway.

Vogt and Schultz, two big guards, stood directly next to the glass in the middle of the corridor, using their bodies and equipment to block any weak points that could be breached.

"Guys! Hold on! The police are on their way!" Nagelsmann commanded, while keeping a vigilant eye on the outside.

However, these people became increasingly desperate. When smashing the windows failed, they began trying to pry open the car doors.

The burly leader roared at his men in an unintelligible language:

"If you can't break it open, burn the car!"

The players in the bus have noticed that these people are looking for ignition materials.

The situation was extremely critical; they could not wait any longer, and someone had to go out and seek help.

Gnabry and Amiri exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.

Gnabry shouted loudly,

"Coach! Amiri and I jumped out of the back window to get help from the nearby neighborhood! We're fast!"

Nagelsmann frowned. "No, this is too dangerous!"

"There's no time left, Coach!" Amiri gritted her teeth. "If this drags on any longer, they might really set it on fire!"

Captain Vogt overheard their conversation and immediately turned around: "Let them go, Coach, you two be careful! Run as fast as you can! Don't let them spot you!"

Gnabry nodded, and while the mob's attention was focused on the front of the car, he and Amiri quietly moved to the back, suddenly pushed open the escape window, and jumped out.

After landing, the two immediately lowered their bodies and, under the cover of darkness, ran swiftly along the roadside bushes.

A thug's roar came from behind: "Someone escaped! Catch them!"

Gnabry and Amiri are incredibly fast; they are one of the fastest wing duos in the Bundesliga, and at this moment they are unleashing an astonishing sprinting ability.

A few seconds later, they had shaken off their pursuers and rushed into a nearby residential area.

"Gentlemen! Help! Someone is attacking our bus!" Gnabry rushed into the door of a house with the lights on and pounded on the door.

Soon, the nearby residents were alerted, and lights came on one after another in their windows.

"They're Hoffenheim players!" A middle-aged man recognized them and immediately rushed out.

More and more residents have been reminded.

"These bastards! How dare they mess with our team?" another burly man roared, grabbing an axe and walking out of his house.

Within minutes, dozens of community residents spontaneously gathered, some carrying tools, some even leading their own sheepdogs, and followed Gnabry and Amiri to the scene of the incident.

Meanwhile, the situation on the bus was already extremely precarious.

The thugs began smashing the car door with iron bars, the sound of twisting metal making a sickening noise.

The burly leader grinned maliciously.

"Keep pushing! Their bus is about to break down!"

Just as the car door was about to be pried open...

"Stop!" A furious roar came from afar.

The group turned around in astonishment and saw dozens of residents wielding various "weapons" rushing towards them menacingly, led by Gnabry and Amiri.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Yan Yuan's eyes, and he shouted to everyone,

"Residents from the town's community have arrived! Everyone, hang in there! We'll be alright!"

These people suddenly panicked; they hadn't expected to attract so many people.

The burly leader tried to resist, brandishing his machete and threatening, "Get out of my way! Or I'll chop you all up too!"

But the residents were not afraid at all. A tall farmer swung his shovel and slammed it hard on the arm of the person who had bumped into him the most, and the machete fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Grab them!" The residents rushed forward and surrounded the rioters.

These people had nowhere to escape; they couldn't return to their settlement.

Soon, the sound of sirens grew louder as several police cars arrived at the scene. The police quickly brought the situation under control, pinning the people to the ground and handcuffing them.

Even as the burly leader was pinned to the ground, he continued to curse resentfully:

"Damn it! So close!"

Yan Yuan and his teammates breathed a sigh of relief and got off the bus. The residents immediately surrounded them, asking with concern if they were injured.

"Thank you so much!" Nagelsmann bowed deeply to the residents. "If you hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

An old man patted Nagelsmann on the shoulder.

"Don't be so polite, you are our heroes, how can we let these vagrant bastards bully you?"

"Hey, look, I recognize that young man in the back, the hero who led our team to victory against Liverpool."

"Yan, can we take a picture together?"

...

Soon after the rioters were all subdued by the police, the chaotic scene transformed back into a fan interaction session.

Yan Yuan nodded gratefully to the local residents, while his teammates actively interacted with their home team's fans.

"Serge, I didn't realize you were so fast," Yan Yuan nudged Gnabry and teased in a low voice.

Gnabry wiped his sweat and said, feigning smugness,

"Of course, that's Champions League level speed."

When the police were taking inventory of those arrested, they discovered that most of them were unemployed people from nearby refugee camps who specifically targeted secluded sections of roads at night to rob passing vehicles.

They targeted Hoffenheim's team bus because they recognized the club's logo and thought they could make a fortune.

One of the police officers shook his head.

"How foolish! Stealing professional players? Don't they know how terrifying their daily training regimen is?"

Another officer continued, saying,

"These people are too arrogant."

"Ugh, I've really had enough. I'm even thinking of resigning. I've already handled three related incidents this month."

……

After the crisis was resolved, the club, having received the news, quickly arranged for another bus to pick up the players.

Club president Hopp breathed a sigh of relief after confirming with Nagelsmann that everyone was safe.

Before leaving, Yan Yuan and his teammates thanked the residents again and promised to invite them to watch the next home game.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the carriage had changed from tense to relieved to be safe from disaster.