After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 270 - 270 0155 Zorro's Mask Subscribe Please3

270: 0155 Zorro’s Mask (Subscribe Please)_3 270: 0155 Zorro’s Mask (Subscribe Please)_3 “You guys are fucking terrible, haha.”

“Laughing, all you know is to laugh.

How can you not grasp the main point?

Huan is a student from a prestigious university.

The key is he even has a girlfriend, do you have one?”

Nobody in the forum ntioned Huan’s matter again.

Everyone started talking about football again.

In the end, neither side scored another goal, and Lecce managed a 1:1 draw at ho against AC Milan.

The match ended.

The entire Milan team then flew back to Milan City.

After the checkup.

The results were neither good nor bad.

The nasal bone was fractured, but there was no displacent.

This kind of injury could heal well with proper rest and might even heal on its own.

But Huang Kaiwen needed to exercise, which inherently conflicted with resting.

So as he had anticipated, he needed a custom mask and would have to go to the hospital for a checkup after exercising.

Inzaghi, who had co along, felt extrely guilty.

Huang Kaiwen consoled him, “It’s okay, I get injured all the ti.

Maybe I would have gotten hurt anyway that day.

If it wasn’t you, I might have been hit by the other player and ended up with hearing damage.”

“Don’t comfort anymore, I’m an adult.”

Inzaghi said with a forced smile.

“I’m telling the truth, and you don’t believe .”

Huang Kaiwen said to Inzaghi, who bore a troubled expression, “Then how about this, buy a al, and we’ll call it even.”

“Kevin, is there anything else you need my help with?”

Inzaghi asked.

Just inviting soone to a al for causing an injury seed too simple.

“Since you’ve asked so sincerely,” Huang Kaiwen suddenly rembered sothing and, raising an eyebrow, said, “then I’ll be magnanimous and let you make up for your mistake.

When the ti cos, do it like this…”

Listening to Huang Kaiwen’s words,

Inzaghi’s eyes lit up.

It’s just like you, Kevin, always stealing the spotlight!

…

As expected.

The next morning, Huang Kaiwen’s bizarre injury made headlines in all the major newspapers.

The lady looked at the “Milan Sports Newspaper” and said, “Why not just send Inzaghi away?

He caused your injury.”

Huang Kaiwen: …

Why are you so fixated on sending Inzaghi away?

“Forget it, it wasn’t on purpose.”

Huang Kaiwen tried to persuade her.

“Okay then.” The lady nodded, albeit reluctantly, and said, “I’ve already had soone speed up the customization of your mask.”

“Mm-hmm, that’s great.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

“I’ve seen the design, and it looks quite good.

You’ll definitely have it before the match against Arsenal.”

“That’s aweso!”

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

Who says Italians are inefficient.

Clearly, when the money’s right, everything’s negotiable.

Customizing a mask to fit the size of his head and look good only took a few days.

April 5th.

Arsenal visits to challenge AC Milan at their ho ground.

Milan fans were prepared early.

Many fan clubs had made huge banners.

And ticket prices soared.

That morning’s “Milan Sports Newspaper” even reported that many fans rented out their season tickets.

Season tickets only include league and dostic cup matches; to watch European gas, separate tickets are required.

However, season ticket holders have the right to first refusal for European match tickets, and each holder is guaranteed the option to purchase one.

For a match of this caliber, watching with the entire family was challenging.

Huang Kaiwen had already used his [Injury Immunity Card] early on.

When the team was changing, Ancelotti asked, “Has anyone seen Kevin and Filippo?”

“They were here just a mont ago, maybe they went to the toilet?”

Maldini asked.

“Don’t joke, that bastard Filippo would be afraid to stink us out and go outside to shit?” Pirlo said with disdain.

Inzaghi had a habit.

Taking a dump before a match, and it was particularly slly.

Pirlo ntioned this habit in his autobiography later on.

Nobody believed that Inzaghi would be so courteous, as he had already fud them out for so long.

“Do you think Filippo tricked Kevin?”

Kaka asked with a worried expression.

“That guy doesn’t know the limits when joking, it’s possible.”

Maldini nodded.

San Siro Stadium.

Both sets of fans were mostly in their seats.

Milan fans were busy organizing replica shirts and banners, waiting to show them off to the world before the match.

Just at this mont,

San Siro’s sound system blared a rhythmically intense, vibrant dance track.

Flanco!

Unrestrained, passionate, up-tempo.

It was “Lorca”!

A few girls in red long dresses entered and began to dance gracefully.

The ruffled layers fluttered and soared with the music.

The Arsenal fans who had co from afar also watched with great interest, thinking the Italians were quite hospitable, arranging a show for them to stave off boredom.

Just then, Zorro entered on his steed, slowly elevating the atmosphere to a climax.

After a close-up from the director’s cara,

fans in front of the TV first noticed that Zorro’s feet were also on the ground, and the horse had only two legs.

“Coach Zhang, that horse looks kind of familiar,”

Duan Xuan said, sowhat unsure.

“Heh, you’re not wrong, it’s a bamboo horse.

Who would have thought we’d see a Chinese elent in the pre-match show today,” Coach Zhang said with a laugh.

“AC Milan is really thoughtful, even specially preparing a pre-match performance.

I don’t know if it’s just , but this Zorro looks kind of familiar,”

Originally,

players from both sides were getting ready to co onto the pitch for warm-ups.

Seeing this spectacle, they all stood on the sidelines to watch the fun.

“Look, he’s wearing sneakers!”

Shevchenko pointed out on the pitch.

The Milan players looked over, and sure enough, Zorro was wearing sneakers.

Damn, even Zorro’s horse had sneakers on.

Everyone had the sa guess.

Could it be those two guys?

Just as the dance track was nearing its end,

Zorro dismounted and walked over to a dancing girl by his side.

Two pretty-faced girls grabbed his sleeves and gave a strong tug.

Rip!

The Milan No.

10 with red and black stripes made a dazzling entrance!

“Kevin!”

“Kevin!”

“Kevin!”

Fans at San Siro Stadium kept cheering.

Huang Kaiwen took off his hat, held it to his chest, and bowed slightly to the stands all around, making the atmosphere at San Siro even more frenetic.

Arsenal fans thought this entrance was very cool.

As for playing the ga, that’s another story.

But Milan’s Kevin, he’s really sothing.

Without a doubt, Kevin was going to be on the front page headlines again.

Waving to the sideline,

Huang Kaiwen walked to the stands below and placed the black bowler hat on a young fan’s head.

The fans’ attention was all on Huang Kaiwen.

But it was different for the players.

Seeing Zorro’s horse trying to escape through the players’ tunnel,

Pirlo quickly stepped in to block the way.

Several Milan players clumsily tore off the prop costus.

Indeed, it was Inzaghi inside!

Inzaghi covered his face and said, “It’s not , I’m not Filippo.”

Damn it.

Playing a horse was just too embarrassing.

If it weren’t for injuring Huang Kaiwen, Inzaghi would never have agreed to it.

“Filippo, what are you playing at?”

Shevchenko asked curiously.

“Nothing much, just that little rascal Kevin wanting to steal the lilight.

You know how it is with young people.

As the team’s elder brother, of course, I have to fulfill the wishes of the younger players,”

Inzaghi said earnestly.

“It’s definitely because you felt guilty for hurting Kevin that you agreed to play the horse, otherwise you would have been the one vying for attention,” Pirlo rcilessly exposed Inzaghi.

“Filippo, tell us, how did Kevin’s shirt tear off so easily?”

“It was pre-cut, with Velcro sewn inside, a simple tug would do the trick.”

Inzaghi began speaking at length: “I even went to Chinatown to get this horse costu, and those girls are from the La Scala Opera House Ballet Troupe, they dance beautifully, don’t they?

I even bribed the DJ at San Siro.

I always feel, having a good friend like Filippo Inzaghi is your greatest fortune.”

“Psh.”

“Co on, let’s warm up.”

“Don’t want to talk to a substitute, even bad playing can be contagious.”

“Shit, I knew there was a reason I kept ssing up on the field recently.”

Inzaghi, teased by the whole team, stood there on the verge of tears.

He made up his mind silently.

If he got the chance, he was definitely going to show these jerks.