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

The Premier League was suspended, but the professional lives of Arsenal players did not stop; instead, they continued in an unprecedented way—online training camps.

Every morning at 9:00 AM sharp, the strength and conditioning coaches and tactical analysts at the Kearney training facility appear in front of their respective computer screens.

Meanwhile, Gunners scattered across London and around the world logged into designated video conferencing software to prepare for a day of "online training."

This is destined to be a unique training session full of surprises, laughter, and warmth.

"Alright, guys, can you see me? Type 1 if you hear me!" The voice of fitness coach Paul came from the loudspeaker, with the background being his study, where an Arsenal team flag hung on the wall.

On the screen, small windows lit up one after another.

The training grounds presented a variety of diverse activities for the team members.

First, there's William Saliba's "dilemma".

The French center-back appears to live in a typical London apartment, which is not particularly spacious.

When the coach asked everyone to practice lateral sliding steps, Saliba almost bumped into the sofa behind him after only doing two.

"Hey, William! Watch your coffee table!" Rice, with a sharp eye, called out with a laugh.

Saliba looked helpless, struggling to complete the movement while muttering to himself.

"Mr. Paul, could you please arrange more stationary exercises next time? My living room is only so big..."

Coach Paul couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, William, I understand. Then change your sliding step to a high knee, just be careful not to kick the ceiling!" This drew a burst of laughter.

Next up is Grant Zaka's "family interference".

Zaka has a lovely son at his home in Switzerland.

Halfway through the training, a toddler stumbled into the camera's field of view.

I stared curiously at the screen, at a group of "weird uncles" doing burpees.

"Papa! Papa!" the little guy called out in his baby voice, trying to grab Zaka's leg.

Zaka quickly stopped what he was doing, and with a mix of amusement and exasperation, gently picked up his son and apologized to the camera.

"Sorry, guys, the little guy is awake."

Aubameyang shouted, "Grant, get your son in a group too! Start training him from a young age!"

Lacazette chimed in, "Yeah! Let's see how Xhaka's core strength is!"

Zaka's son seemed to find it amusing and ran back, babbling in front of the camera, becoming the most popular "special guest" in the training session.

The most persistent "source of interference" came from Rhodes' cat.

This Spanish defensive midfielder is diligently performing a set of lunges.

His chubby orange cat, however, thought the camera was a novelty.

It jumped onto the table again and again, rubbing its furry face and body against the camera, instantly filling the entire screen with cat hair and an enlarged cat face.

"Oh my god, this cat is so cute."

"Rodri, can it take your place on the livestream? We all want to see your cat."

"No, no, no, Diego (the cat's name), get off! I'm busy, my God!" Rodri reluctantly picked up the cat for the nth time, his expression a mixture of affection and despair.

Yan Yuan, who was focused on completing his training, couldn't help but laugh when he saw Rodri's scene and teased him.

"Rodri, it seems your new defensive coach is very strict, constantly checking your training posture."

Rice chimed in, "It probably felt that Rhodes' lunge wasn't quite right, so it's demonstrating it itself."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Rodri, you've made the cat a little too fat."

The teasing from the crowd continued unabated.

Rodri had no choice but to keep the cat outside temporarily, and immediately a pitiful meow came from outside, which made everyone laugh again.

Of course, there were also heartwarming moments.

As Saka was doing core strength training, grimacing as he struggled to hold a plank, his mother's voice could be faintly heard off-screen.

"Bucayo! The juice's over there, remember to drink it! It'll give you some vitamins!"

"Okay, Mom, I'm busy right now, could you please not bother me?" Saka replied a little embarrassedly.

Odegaard laughed.

"Bukayo, it seems you're still your mother's good boy."

Throughout the entire process, Yan Yuan's performance was exemplary.

His home seemed spacious enough, and the training backdrop was a simple white wall.

Yan Yuan trains in his home gym, where he is undisturbed and has plenty of space.

He was meticulous in every movement, with precise force and a focused expression; his sweat quickly soaked through his sweatshirt.

He would occasionally stop to observe his teammates' actions through the camera, offering encouragement or reminders as needed.

"Saliba, don't let your knees go past your toes."

"Declan, keep breathing, keep the rhythm!"

"Well done, Bukayo!"

Yan Yuan's presence is like a stabilizing force, ensuring the team maintains discipline and cohesion even through a screen.

He would join in the chat during training breaks.

"Guys, anyone want to play CS:GO tonight? I want to play some."

"Yes, yes!! Captain, take me with you!"

"Me too, me too! I'm really good at sniping!!"

Although Nagelsmann doesn't often appear in the videos of every training session, he occasionally "lurks" to observe or provides guidance in the coaching staff's group chat.

Occasionally, he would suddenly log on and say a few words to boost morale.

"Great, guys, keep it up! Although we can't be together right now, our hearts are together. During this special period, whoever is more disciplined will have the upper hand when the competition resumes!"

Nash's voice, coming through the microphone, always invigorates everyone.

After a 90-minute online training session.

Despite numerous unexpected situations, the required training volume remained unchanged.

More importantly, this novel format greatly alleviated the loneliness and anxiety experienced by the players due to isolation.

Watching their teammates on the screen, some serious, some funny, and some flustered, everyone felt that the distance between them had not been widened.

After training, everyone will not log off immediately.

They would often chat for a few minutes, asking about each other's lives and sharing interesting stories from their families.

Yan Yuan would always conclude with a sentence.

"Alright, guys, that was great today. Remember to stretch and stay hydrated. Stay healthy, stay connected, and that's it!"

Then, one by one, the small windows on the screen dimmed, but the team spirit forged with laughter and sweat during this special period shone even brighter.

This unique online training camp has become one of the most precious memories for the shooters during this difficult time.

……

As the outside world slows down due to the pandemic, it's a different story for Yan Yuan and Lin Jianwei, a young couple deeply in love.

This period of being forced to stay at home did not bring boredom or depression; instead, it became an excellent opportunity for their relationship to warm up further and for them to enjoy a pure world for just the two of them.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, softly bathing the large bed in the bedroom.

Yan Yuan woke up first, turned to look at the peaceful sleeping face of the person next to him. Lin Jianwei's long hair was spread out on the pillow, and her breathing was even.

He couldn't resist leaning closer and gently kissing her forehead.

Lin Jianwei's eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gentle gaze. A smile naturally appeared on her lips, carrying the languid feeling of just waking up.

"What time is it? Goodness... why are you awake so early?"

"It's just past seven o'clock, did you sleep well?" Yan Yuan's arm naturally wrapped around her waist.

"Mmm... hold me tighter..." Lin Jianwei snuggled closer to him, like a satisfied kitten.

"With you here, I always sleep especially soundly." She looked up into Yan Yuan's eyes, "Especially last night... after the five sons passed the imperial examination..."

Yan Yuan chuckled softly, his fingers gently twirling the ends of her hair.

"Really? Then I'll try for 7UP next time."

"7...7 Up...?" Lin Jianwei blushed slightly, but boldly looked him straight in the eye. "Do you even want anyone to live anymore...?"

"Tsk tsk...you two-faced woman. You say one thing but mean another. My back still hurts a little from the scratches you gave me last night."

"Huh??? Really? Come on, turn around, let me take a look."

Yan Yuan turned around and showed Lin Jianwei her masterpiece from last night.

……

After breakfast and some light housework, it's Yan Yuan's unwavering personal training time.

His home gym is fully equipped, enough to maintain his basic physical fitness.

But today, Lin Jianwei changed into sportswear and walked in eagerly.

"Coach Yan, how about taking on a student today?" she asked with a smile, tilting her head. "Pamela's tired of the training methods of the World Player of the Year and wants to try out the training method exclusive to her, to see if she can develop an athlete's physique like yours."

Yan Yuan looked at her slender yet vibrant figure and readily agreed.

"Okay, but my training will be quite intense, so Teacher Lin should be mentally prepared."

Based on Lin Jianwei's physical condition, he designed a modified core strength and flexibility training combination for her, avoiding heavy weight training and focusing on control and stability.

"For this movement, tighten your abdomen and feel the muscles in your sides... Yes, keep breathing, don't hold your breath." Yan Yuan patiently instructed from the side, demonstrating professional technique.

Lin Jianwei tried her best to follow along, and soon she was covered in sweat.

"Phew... This... feels much more tiring than Pamela's... Are all athletes this tired?" she said, panting.

"But the effects are also more direct," Yan Yuan encouraged. "If you stick with it, your physique will look better, and with stronger core strength, you'll be more comfortable sitting for long periods at work."

"That makes sense, I'll listen to you obediently." Lin Jian smiled and pinched Yan Yuan's cheek.

During a training break, Lin Jianwei propped her head up with one hand.

Watching Yan Yuan smoothly complete a set of challenging suspension training exercises, his muscles bulging under the sweat, exuding a powerful beauty, one couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"My goodness, your figure... it's a work of art, I can never get enough of looking at it. Do you know what I look forward to most every day?"

Yan Yuan got off the equipment, wiped his sweat, and asked.

"What is it?"

"It's so nice to be able to bury my face in your chest muscles for a while every day, and then experience the feeling of being hugged by you (ᐥᐜᐥ)♡︎ᐝ"

"Oh, Teacher Lin likes this? Here, I'll allow you to bury it now."

"Really??? Okay, here I come..."

Besides his daily training, Yan Yuan also does other things.

Sometimes, after a training session, Lin Jianwei felt as if all the muscles in her body had been awakened, leaving her feeling sore and refreshed.

She collapsed onto the yoga mat, yelling.

"I can't take it anymore, Coach Yan, I need a relaxing massage!"

Yan Yuan smiled and shook his head, then went to get the massage oil and knelt down beside her.

"Lie down and enjoy the exclusive rehabilitation services of the world's best footballer."

Xiao Yan's technique was surprisingly professional, with just the right amount of pressure. Starting from her calves, she carefully pressed and kneaded every sore muscle.

The warm palms and the soothing scent of essential oils made Lin Jianwei groan comfortably.

"Mmm...wow, how come your technique is so good? Who taught you?" She closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

"The team's physical therapist taught me some basics, but mainly it's about relaxing after training. You get the hang of it, I guess." Yan Yuan's voice was gentle, his hands moving without pause.

"How does it feel here, Mommy?"

"So comfortable...so comfortable...I feel like all the soreness in my muscles has been massaged away by you, I love you, my darling..." Lin Jianwei exclaimed sincerely.

When massaging the back and neck and shoulders.

Yan Yuan's technique became gentler, and the relaxed body gradually became more sensitive.

Lin Jianwei could clearly feel the temperature and strength of his fingertips, and a familiar feeling seemed to surge up.

As Yan Yuan continued to press down, Lin Jianwei couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

She opened her eyes, her pupils glistening with tears, and gazed at Yan Yuan with watery eyes.

"Goodness... I think something's... off..."

Yan Yuan was taken aback at first, then understood what she meant. Looking at Xiao Lin's appearance beneath him, his voice lowered.

"Looks like the training volume isn't enough; you still have the energy to think about other things?"

"It's because your technique is so good... Come closer to me... I want to hold you..."

Lin Jianwei took the initiative to reach out and hook her arm around Yan Yuan's neck, pulling him towards her.

This place has become a battlefield once again.