The Super Rich Second Generation Playing for Arsenal

[Brain storage...]

[When in doubt, parallel universe, everything is subject to the book's settings, hehe...]

July 20, 2010.

London.

Hertfordshire.

Colney Training Centre.

A group of men in yellow and blue jerseys were sweating profusely on the grass.

Among them, a mixed-race youth with distinct Asian features was dribbling past defenders.

Seeing that the person dribbling was this Asian mixed-race youth, the players in blue jerseys couldn't help but look grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Hi, Bro, relax, I'm not a monster, I don't eat people!"

The Asian youth looked at the England youth in front of him and teased.

"Li Yufei, I am relaxed. Don't think I'm one of those cowards who go weak in the knees when they see you!"

The England youth spoke insincerely; despite his grim expression, he didn't hold back when it came to trash talk.

"OK, OK, Bro, you know, I've always thought you were brave..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Li Yufei dropped his shoulder and changed direction, shifting the England youth's center of gravity before cutting inside, completing the dribble with ease.

Facing the defender stepping up, Li Yufei changed direction and accelerated again, charging into the penalty area in a diagonal line.

The entire process was smooth as flowing water; in less than two seconds, Li Yufei had already created a near One-on-one.

"Shit!!!"

The England youth behind him realized this guy had played him again, cursed under his breath, and rushed over to apply physical pressure.

Facing the goalkeeper moving rapidly toward the near post, Li Yufei brushed off the petty interference behind him and curled a shot.

The football traced a beautiful arc in the air, just clearing the goalkeeper's left hand before dropping into the net, splashing white foam.

"Wow!!!"

"Nice!!!"

"Li Yufei, you're too strong!"

Facing his teammates rushing over to celebrate, Li Yufei remained calm, making a downward pressing motion with his right hand, his arrogance appearing entirely natural.

After all, this was already his third goal in this training match, and it had become quite dull.

Just then.

Neil Banfield, the Arsenal reserve team coach who had been silently watching from the sidelines, said to an old man wearing a VENNGER shirt beside him:

"This kid is no longer suited to play in the reserve team; his presence is a nightmare for the other Youth Training players. If this continues, the confidence of the other kids will be completely shattered."

After a pause, Neil offered his suggestion: "It's time to promote him to the first team. He has the ability to establish himself in the Premier League! Arsène, what do you think?"

The old man was none other than the famous Arsenal football godfather—Arsène Wenger.

He had come to Colney Training Centre today specifically for that unbridled, dominant Asian mixed-race youth on the pitch.

At this moment, hearing his old friend's words, Arsène nodded without refusal:

"Neil, you are right. This kid belongs in the Premier League, belongs to all of Europe, and belongs to the whole world."

"I was only worried that he was too young, and that participating in top-tier leagues too early would harm his body. If he were to fall midway, it would truly be a tragedy for world football."

Sighing, Wenger seemed to be reminiscing about something.

Neil beside him did not disturb him, instead watching the youth continue to gallop on the pitch with great interest.

"Beep, beep, beep, beeeep----"

Accompanied by the final whistle of three short blasts and one long one, the training match ended.

The final result was a 6:2 victory for the yellow team, with Li Yufei putting on a show of three goals and two assists, directly contributing to 5 goals.

As soon as the match ended, reserve team coach Neil Banfield called him over.

"Sir, is there something?"

As soon as Li Yufei asked, he noticed Wenger standing nearby and quickly greeted him: "BOSS, why are you here?"

Wenger looked at the Asian youth before him with a kind expression and said slowly: "Li Yufei, Coach Neil just told me that he doesn't think you are suited to stay in the youth ranks anymore; the first team is where you belong."

"I think it makes sense, and I called you over to ask for your thoughts."

"Kid, do you think you're ready?"

Hearing this, Li Yufei seemed to have expected it; his expression was firm, and he replied with extreme confidence: "Of course, BOSS, I've been ready for a long time. I want to get on the pitch right now and kick Manchester United's ass!"

Wenger and Neil were not surprised by the youth's arrogant and unbridled words.

Because this super genius had always been this 'haughty', as if no one was worthy of his attention.

Oh, wait... that's not entirely accurate. After all, the Sister he spoke of—already famous across America and gradually spreading her reputation worldwide—could turn him into a "good boy," causing him to sheath all his sharp edges.

However, in Wenger's view, she was the only one who could do that.

Even the boy's father, Mr. Li, a world-class billionaire, found this slightly rebellious teenager to be a massive headache.

Perhaps thinking of the boy's personality, Wenger laid the ugly truth out first, warning him: "Kid, your playing time in the first team depends entirely on your own performance. I will not give you a starting spot just because of your father."

"If your performance is not up to par, you will be spending a long time on the bench."

Fry was not intimidated by Wenger's stern tone; instead, he looked absolutely determined. "BOSS, don't you worry. I don't need you to give that Old Man any face. Being a nepotism hire is a disgrace to me. I have absolute confidence in my own ability!"

In reality, Fry had never once thought about using his father's connections from the very beginning.

Otherwise, given that his father had acquired Arsenal back in 2006, if he had truly wanted to rely on his Old Man to secure a starting spot, it would have been incredibly easy!

In fact, when Fry first joined the Arsenal Youth Training academy, many people assumed he was a nepotism hire, thinking the young master of the Li family was just there to experience life.

Fry still remembered how the Fleet Street media spared no effort in hyping that narrative back then.

Fry first became famous precisely because those damned Fleet Street hacks wouldn't let go of the "nepotism hire" label, as if a billionaire's son playing football must have some ulterior motive.

They never once considered whether this boy, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, possessed enough outstanding footballing talent.

Fortunately, after Fry tore through every level of the Youth Training ranks, the rumors about him being a "nepotism hire" gradually vanished, replaced by the title of "super football genius from a world-class billionaire family."

It could be said that the harder those media outlets trashed Fry back then, the more fiercely they hyped him up later!

However, for Li Yufei, who had experienced the information explosion era in his past life, this was just standard media procedure; nothing worth making a fuss about.

Looking at Wenger, seeing the confident expression on Fry's face, he knew that this proud teenager would never allow himself to wear the label of a "nepotism hire," and his own words just now had merely been to provoke him.

"Good. Then pack your things and report to the first team next week. You can take a few days to rest first. Although the first team plays fewer matches in a year than the Youth Training team, the intensity is on a completely different level. You need to prepare yourself both physically and mentally."

Wenger gave this final reminder before taking his leave.

"I've been ready for a long time, BOSS!"

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