After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 30 - 00 If it’s not scientific then it’s theology
30: 0030 If it’s not scientific, then it’s theology.
30: 0030 If it’s not scientific, then it’s theology.
Milan lost 1:2 at home to Messina, missing their key player Huang Kaiwen.
Ancelotti was both relieved and worried about Huang Kaiwen’s injury.
A minor sprain of the metatarsal, he would recover in about a week.
However, after consulting with the team’s two divine doctors, it was still determined that Huang Kaiwen’s body had no issues, and even his previous injuries had left no hidden problems.
That left Ancelotti feeling uneasy.
His body was fine, with no hidden issues, so why did he get injured as soon as he played?
Huang Kaiwen had figured it out himself; because of the “Injury Prone Modifier,” his injury probability in the previous UEFA Champions League game had been infinitely high.
However, since he had an “Injury Immunity Card,” he hadn’t gotten injured.
Once the card expired, he got injured as soon as he played.
Four days later, Milan won 1:2 away against Lazio, and Huang Kaiwen had already started to resume training.
It was just indoor training, though, as the team doctor wasn’t yet confident enough to let him train with the ball.
On September 29, back on home turf, Milan won 3:1 against Celtic in the second match of the UEFA Champions League group stage.
After the match, Kaka made a special visit to Huang Kaiwen’s house.
“Hey, buddy, haven’t I already returned to the team?”
Huang Kaiwen took out a bottle of mineral water and tossed it to Kaka across the couch.
“Then I should probably come to your house to visit, that would be polite.”
Watching Kaka skillfully connect the PS2 to the TV, Huang Kaiwen felt that this man’s speech was not entirely sincere.
Come to see me?
Seems like you’re here to play games with me.
After sitting down, Huang Kaiwen immediately chose the Brazilian Team, causing Kaka to groan.
In Pro Evolution Soccer 8, there are not many teams that can defeat the Brazilian Team.
While most teams have one or two glitch players, the Brazilian Team almost consists entirely of glitches.
Without those classic teams, no team could rival the Brazilian Team.
“Kevin, can you not use the Brazilian Team?
I’m a player for the Brazilian Team.”
“I’m a fan of the Brazilian Team, would you rather I switch sides?”
Kaka looked somewhat helplessly at Huang Kaiwen; this reasoning was indeed impeccable.
As a Brazilian star, he can’t really expect Brazilian fans to support other national teams, can he?
“Alright then, let’s go with our clubs.”
Huang Kaiwen unchecked his selection and quickly switched to AC Milan.
Thus began another Milan vs.
Real Madrid match.
Kaka still left the field in chagrin.
AC Milan was just too strong.
After a few more games, with Kaka losing more than winning, he left in a sulk without even eating dinner.
At the dawn of October 1, the system’s store refreshed again.
“Lucky Necklace” 50 fate points, “Curling Master” 500 points, “Maradona Template” 10,000 points, “24-hour Injury Immunity Card” 20 points, “24-hour Luck Potion” 20 points.
Seeing the new items refreshed, Huang Kaiwen suddenly thought of a problem.
Even if his injury probability was infinitely high, there was also an infinitely small probability of not getting injured on the field.
If he was lucky enough, every touch of the ball, every confrontation, could he remain uninjured by chance?
Perhaps by buying the Lucky Necklace and using the Luck Potion, he could keep himself injury-free?
No sooner said than done.
With just 93.5 fate points left, he spent 90 points in a moment.
In addition to the usual “Injury Immunity Card,” he pocketed the two luck-enhancing items.
Looking at the designs of the “Lucky Necklace” and the “24-hour Luck Potion,” Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but scoff; weren’t these just a tiger tooth necklace and blessing oil?
Was the “24-hour Luck Potion” supposed to be rubbed on the soccer shoes?
Whatever.
Returning to the team during the day, Huang Kaiwen spent the entire morning in the Milan laboratory.
After carefully reviewing all the projects, Giovanni Nanni remarked, “You are fully recovered now, and you don’t even have minor issues like cavities.
Your body is very strange; it shouldn’t be so prone to injuries.”
Sweat began to form on Huang Kaiwen’s forehead.
He knew he shouldn’t be injured so easily, but who was there to reason with?
He had feared this issue being questioned before, and now that his fear had materialized, he had no way to explain it.
He had to find a reasonable excuse, right?
“Yes, very strange, I almost doubted all my life’s learning, as nothing that happens to you is scientific,” Lieven Maesschalck followed up.
Right!
When Huang Kaiwen heard Lieven Maesschalck say that, he suddenly had an idea.
If it’s not scientific, then it must be theological.
Isn’t it said that the end of science is theology?
The unscientific nature of his injuries must certainly have a reason.
That evening, with heavy thoughts, Huang Kaiwen returned home and locked himself in the study to start drawing and writing.
After being reminded by the team doctor during the day, Huang Kaiwen finally found a reasonable excuse for his injuries.
In Europe, mysticism has many followers.
The European football scene is also highly superstitious.
In the 2002 World Cup, the Nigeria team had specially devised an entire plan for practicing witchcraft.
Before the 1998 World Cup final, Yakay had poured chicken blood on his head, and then the Brazilian Team underperformed.
Before the 2004 European Cup group stage match between Switzerland and England, Swiss newspapers and magazines published posters of Beckham, describing methods of enchantment below them: sticking a poster on the wall and then pinning it with thumbtacks on Beckham’s foot, all the while chanting, “Can’t move your legs, can’t move your legs…”
Huang Kaiwen was aware of the Bog Seven leak about Pogba hiring a wizard to curse Mbappe, and Benfica hiring wizards to bless their championship win, with England’s coach Hoddle employing sorcery.
It was evident that these mystical affairs had a significant market in Europe.
Being careful, Huang Kaiwen wore gloves and wrote with his left hand, then placed the “whistleblower letter” into an envelope and called for the old butler, Albert.
“Albert, make sure this letter gets to the editor of ‘Milan Sports Newspaper’, and ensure they can publish it tomorrow in the paper,” he ordered.
“Yes, Master,” the butler replied.
The Mediterranean butler bowed and turned to leave.
“Wait…” Huang Kaiwen stopped him.
“Is there anything else, Master?” the butler inquired.
“Think of something, don’t let them connect this matter to me.
You could find someone else to deliver the letter.
I believe once they see the content, they will definitely publish it, maybe even on the front page.
Oh, and don’t tell Barbara.”
“Very well, Master.
You can be assured,” Albert answered.
Albert turned and left.
Huang Kaiwen leaned back slightly, looking at the ceiling.
That should settle it.
Always getting injured, there had to be an explanation after all.
Since that’s the case, he, Huang someone, would give an explanation to the Milan fans.
The team doctor had said, his body was completely fine, and there were no hidden dangers after getting injured—all signs that did not match up scientifically.
It must be someone working behind the scenes, hiring a wizard to curse him, Huang someone.
And those working against him were certainly Milan’s rivals.
Speaking of a scapegoat, the first one Huang Kaiwen thought of was Inter Milan.
There was a genius in Milan, and it only made sense for Inter Milan to want to destroy this genius, right?
