After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 75 - 0073 One Hundred Ways to Avoid Training Thanks to the Summer Rain Reward
75: 0073 One Hundred Ways to Avoid Training (Thanks to the Summer Rain Reward)
75: 0073 One Hundred Ways to Avoid Training (Thanks to the Summer Rain Reward)
Before the game, Huang Kaiwen, who had won the jackpot, promised to go out and have fun if they won.
Huang Kaiwen naturally would not go back on his word.
As for things like players shouldn’t drink alcohol.
That was just nonsense to the players of Milan City.
High income, high spending.
Milan’s top players were the biggest patrons of the city’s nightclubs.
If they stopped going out, several nightclubs in Milan City would have to shut down.
Even in the Netherlands, the players from Milan knew how to party.
A team with Brazilians was never boring.
Interestingly, they also ran into a few Eindhoven players drowning their sorrows after a loss.
Kevin got on well with Van Bommel.
After all, Van Bommel was the coach’s son-in-law.
And Kevin was the coach’s daughter’s heartthrob.
Fellow sufferers, as they say, could talk all night long.
Huang even covered the expenses of the Eindhoven players that night.
Who knew, one day they might become teammates.
He, Huang, was certainly not short of that bit of money.
Of course, Kevin didn’t miss the chance to give that Heurelho Gomes a piece of his mind.
In the end, Van Bommel and Kevin walked arm-in-arm.
Before passing out, Van Bommel said he swore to give Gomes a good lesson back at the team.
If it hadn’t been for Ancelotti urging them to return to the hotel to rest.
Kevin would have even waited for Van Bommel to sober up.
To encourage Van Bommel to take on Lee Young-pyo.
Damn, did they think they could offend him, Huang, just because they weren’t on the same team?
The monk might run away, but the temple won’t.
The next afternoon, back at home,
Albert, the butler, couldn’t wait to report to Kevin.
“Sir, Donalba is dead.”
“Who?”
Kevin looked bewildered at the butler, wondering if that person was someone important.
“It’s that Nigerian wizard who cursed you before,”
Albert explained.
“Oh, how did he die?”
“I don’t know, but that Chinese ‘wizard’ came by claiming it was his doing.”
“Master, master, not wizard,”
Kevin slapped his forehead and said in an exasperated tone, “Next time he comes, tell him to get lost.”
“But sir, what if it really was his doing?” Albert, ever loyal, worried that his master might offend someone powerful, quickly advised.
“You can get lost too!”
Waiting for the butler to leave,
Kevin sighed.
So tiring!
The last time that charlatan showed up to peddle the “Nailing Seven Arrows Book” was in October.
The artifact from “Investiture of the Gods” supposedly could curse someone to death in 21 days.
The “master” performed the “ritual” for 21 days, which finished in November.
That Nigerian wizard was still hopping around alive and well at the time.
Kevin didn’t care much and just sent the “master” away without giving it much thought.
Just another swindler.
And to think he had the nerve to claim it was his doing.
It’s freaking May now!
What kind of network speed is that, such a huge skill delay.
If Kevin hadn’t known better about the “curse,” he might have been scared out of his wits by these charlatans.
Always coming over to spout some nonsense.
Kevin was really annoyed by it.
He played a game for a while,
Then waited for Barbara to come back to have dinner together.
Seeing that Kevin had a lot on his mind, the young lady asked softly, “Has something happened to the team?”
“Nothing.”
“Your worries are written all over your face,” the young lady uncovered Kevin’s lie.
“I’m just a bit afraid of getting hurt and missing the UEFA Champions League final.”
Kevin could only find that reason for himself.
“Oh, poor Kevin.
You shouldn’t have to bear so much; it’s all that damn Inter Milan’s fault.”
“Yes, all Inter Milan’s fault.”
That night, the young lady donned the 23 jersey of Inter Milan.
It was another restless night.
…
The next morning came.
At breakfast, Huang Kaiwen saw the newspaper.
“Following Basten, finally, a Milan player has scored 4 goals in the UEFA Champions League.
Kevin’s efficiency in the Champions League is unparalleled.
The only issue is the curse on him.
Now that the Nigerian wizard is dead in his own home, but according to the information we’ve received, such a vicious curse won’t disappear with the caster’s death.
On the contrary, after backfiring on the wizard, the power of the curse might become even stronger, which is truly worrisome.” — Milan Sports Newspaper
The Milan Sports Newspaper’s knack for talking nonsense is truly exceptional.
Compared to “curses”.
Huang Kaiwen was more concerned about getting injured.
Every time he used an “Injury Immunity Card”, his injury probability accumulated sky-high.
Stepping on the pitch made him prone to getting hurt easily.
That was what Huang Kaiwen was most worried about.
If it was a minor injury, fine.
A major injury that sidelines you for the season, missing the UEFA Champions League final.
That would mean his saved “Injury Immunity Cards” were wasted.
More importantly, he still wanted to defend the Champions League title to remove the “Abnormal Status”.
There were three days left until the match against Juventus.
After some thought, Huang Kaiwen made a phone call to Ancelotti.
Fat Ancelotti, hearing he wasn’t feeling well, overflowed with concern in his tone.
It was easy to get a day off.
Huang Kaiwen, having a day off at home, spent it playing Legend.
His 31-level Taoist’s experience bar had barely moved.
Mostly because he secretly killed some players who were buying potions, then got escorted to Red Name Village by a big blade, spending his time soaking in Red Name time.
Huang Kaiwen, feeling bored, finally realized the problem.
Everyone who skips class to go to the internet café likes to bring along others: it’s because skipping class alone is too boring.
Without Kaka by his side, he, Huang, felt like King Arthur without the great wizard Merlin.
When Kaka finished training, he called him over to his house.
His character’s red name status had cleared.
The two of them enjoyed killing potion buyers in Mud City, feeling that things were finally right.
“Kevin, you poison him, then I’ll follow up with a savage charge into a fiery blast!”
“Poisoned, poisoned, go for it, push towards my skeleton!”
“Burst, burst, full of potions.”
“Damn, someone’s stealing the potions, kill him!”
Having experienced the duplication of equipment in Legend, gold coins weren’t very valuable, and those potions were even less so.
But killing people in Legend was very interesting.
Even Kaka, the good kid, became addicted after a few plays with Huang Kaiwen.
When they couldn’t play themselves, they would also level up by leaving their characters on auto-pilot at home.
In the evening when Barbara came home, she sighed at the sight of Kaka and Huang Kaiwen having so much fun, then picked up the phone to order takeout.
She didn’t understand what was so fun about playing a game with crude graphics, controlling a little person running around with a stick.
May 7th.
Huang Kaiwen went to the team.
He had no choice but to go.
If he took two consecutive days off, Ancelotti might just rush to his house and send him directly to the hospital.
Tomorrow was the title-deciding match against Juventus.
Just get through this day.
And he would temporarily get through this challenge.
While changing clothes in the locker room, Huang Kaiwen dawdled for half an hour.
He couldn’t come up with a good excuse.
Standing at the door, Huang Kaiwen could only replay his old trick.
He squatted down, clutching his stomach and wailing.
Chelotti, standing on the training field, turned his head to look.
He immediately displayed an agility that belied his size.
He zipped over to Huang Kaiwen’s side.
Concernedly asking, “What’s wrong, Kevin?”
“My stomach hurts; I might have eaten something bad.”
“Then you rest in the strategy room for a while.
If you don’t feel better by noon, go home directly.”
“Okay, coach.”
Huang Kaiwen was escorted to the strategy room by Ancelotti.
He finally let out a sigh of relief.
Now, he was even a bit in awe of Carlos Kaiser.
Just after faking sickness for two days, he, Huang, was already struggling to keep it up.
“The King of Football” had been doing it consistently for twenty years.
And he was never exposed.
Indeed, no one succeeds casually.
