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207: 0134 Let Ancelotti Accompany in Burial (Seeking Subscriptions) 207: 0134 Let Ancelotti Accompany in Burial (Seeking Subscriptions) “Huang Kaiwen is injured again.”

“It should be said that this guy is faking an injury again.

He must be pretending.

Would he really get hurt only after pulling off a double assist hat trick?”

“Who knows.

Anyway, when I saw he was injured, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I’m actually not used to him not being injured.”

“AC Milan spent 6 million Euros to hire a master.

Huang Kaiwen can play at most 2 matches a month.”

“You all don’t understand shit.

The Italian dia says Barbara is now fiercely fighting with Gagliani.

Wait until she takes over; not to ntion 6 million Euros, she wouldn’t hesitate to spend 16 million Euros a year.”

“I don’t know what kind of magic Huang Kaiwen has used on Barbara.”

Seeing the discussion on the forum.

Huang Kaiwen casually replied: “You guys can’t even see Huang Kaiwen’s greatness.”

Then, his response was drowned out by the furious scolding from his fellow forum users.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t mind.

The news about Barbara’s internal battle with Gagliani was released by him at Barbara’s request.

Any smart person wouldn’t believe it.

Gagliani is Be’s number one henchman.

The young mistress is busy trying to please Be to prepare to take over.

Even if she doesn’t like Gagliani, she wouldn’t openly offend that bald guy.

The reason for doing this.

Mainly to prepare for the end-of-season ‘phone-gate’ scandal.

After all, it was Gagliani who handled all the money matters for Milan.

By the ti it goes down, just let Gagliani take the rap, and Barbara, ‘in disagreent’ with Gagliani, would naturally appear innocent.

The young mistress could then take the opportunity to rise to power.

It’s easy for Gattu to leave Milan.

But if he wanted to return, that would be difficult.

And by that ti, wouldn’t it be Huang soone-or-other calling the shots?

“You’re injured, you should get so rest,” said the young mistress softly as she saw Huang Kaiwen online, fiddling with the cutlery.

“Hmm, okay.”

He used the “Immunity Card” for the match; he wasn’t actually injured.

In order to rest for a while.

After the checkup, Huang Kaiwen could only claim to feel dizzy and nauseous.

He even perford a live fountain show, vomiting on Nanni, and successfully got diagnosed with a concussion.

Even though he got a little revenge on that bastard Nanni who always treated him like a lab rat.

But Huang Kaiwen still felt a bit ntally exhausted.

Standing by the window, gazing out at the snowy world.

Huang Kaiwen missed his good friend, Dr.

iselmann, who had gone to London.

He wondered how Dr.

iselmann was doing in London.

Dr.

iselmann was the true pioneer and founder of the Milan lab.

Giovanni Nanni rely stole Dr.

iselmann’s work.

It’s a pity that he, Huang soone-or-other, was not influential back then; otherwise, Huang Kaiwen would’ve fought tooth and nail to protect Dr.

iselmann, the outstanding chief physician.

If Dr.

iselmann were still in Milan, there would be no need for Huang soone-or-other to skulk around like he’s behind enemy lines, constantly putting on an acting performance.

Huang Kaiwen sighed.

The moonlight brings back mories hard to revisit.

A few seconds later, he saw Kaka’s car through the window.

Huang Kaiwen had already put iselmann out of his mind.

Huang Kaiwen turned and asked, “Everything ready?”

“Mhm.”

The young mistress nodded in response.

Kaka ca with his girlfriend Beatrice, and they brought a bottle of wine.

Then ca the Maldini family.

“Uncle Kevin!”

Christian ran towards Huang Kaiwen, excited.

Huang Kaiwen lifted the young master in his arms, twirled around, and then set him down.

Petting the young master’s little head, he praised, “You actually scored two goals, that’s pretty impressive.”

“What’s the use of being impressive?

The coach says he doesn’t train properly,” said Paolo Maldini as he sighed and ca into the house.

“Kids, you know.

They’ll grow out of it.”

Huang Kaiwen forced a laugh as he tried to defend the young master.

“I’ve also convinced Paul that there’s more to life than just playing football,” said Adriana, smiling as she hugged her eldest son.

“You help persuade him.”

“Of course, captain!”

Huang Kaiwen saluted and then took the young master to the backyard.

The snow in the courtyard had already been cleared by soone.

The two found a step to sit down on.

Huang Kaiwen handed the young master a lollipop and asked, “Got into trouble again recently?”

“Mhm.”

The young master nodded sullenly.

“Tell about it, what happened?” Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

The young master clearly was on the right path.

It was only because of his young age and limited experience that he often made mistakes.

Huang Kaiwen was ready to listen to the young master’s troubles and then give him so advice.

“The teacher gave us howork…”

The young master was too embarrassed to continue.

“And you got caught outsourcing it again?”

“Yes!”

“Explain exactly what happened,” Huang Kaiwen sighed.

He felt like he might have overestimated the young master; a smart person would never make the sa mistake twice.

He was already caught once.

Why hasn’t he learned?

“The teacher wanted us to write an essay about dreams.

My neighbor is a writer, so I asked him to help,” said the young master.

“I see.”

Huang Kaiwen suddenly realized sothing was off and asked, “How did you persuade him?”

“Who?” asked the young master.

“How did you persuade the writer to help?”

The young master scratched his head uneasily and said, “When I was ho sick and bored, I took so photos of him fighting with the maid.

I gave him the photos, and he agreed to help with my howork.”

Huang Kaiwen: …

Such a short sentence, yet so much information.

The young master was still young, not fully aware of such matters, which was normal.

But this illness.

It didn’t seem genuine at all.

And normally, kids faking sick at ho would secretly play video gas.

What’s with taking a cara and snapping pictures everywhere?

Was his teacher Huang’s photography prowess due a successor?

Another thing, this “giving” to the neighbor sounded more like a threat.