After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 482 - 482 0214 Jiang Gan Steals Books Request for Su

482: 0214 Jiang Gan Steals Books (Request for Subscription)_2 482: 0214 Jiang Gan Steals Books (Request for Subscription)_2 Huang Kaiwen curled his lips.

Having previously drawn an [Injury Tiout Card], Huang Kaiwen had guessed that this item was very precious.

More than half the season had gone by and there was still only one card, which proved his speculation.

He planned to save this card for the Spanish national derby.

As for the UEFA Champions League, although Real Madrid wasn’t considered strong right now, Bayern wasn’t invincible either.

Both teams were pretty evenly matched, and there shouldn’t be any issues when playing away under Capello.

In the afternoon, Huang Kaiwen went online only to find that the “Huang Kaiwen” forum had undergone another transformation.

The fans and Xiao Hei knew how to have fun, swapping the king’s banner on the city gate, turning “Huang Kaiwen” forum once again into Xiao Hei’s hangout spot.

The plot twists were enough to make a TV series.

He closed the forum and checked the news from Spain.

The old man Cruyff was still ranting in his column; he’d let Cruyff know what a real surprise was when the ti ca.

The Yellow Ball King very much suspected that Cruyff thought he wouldn’t make it to the national derby, and that’s why he was being so arrogant.

February 28th.

Soone delivered a package first thing in the morning.

Huang Kaiwen and the Young Mistress looked at the big box in front of them and exchanged glances.

“Did you buy sothing?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

“No, I wanted to ask you that, dear,”

The Young Mistress shook her head and said.

“We didn’t buy anything.”

Huang Kaiwen told the delivery guy.

“Then I have no idea, it’s foreign goods, air-shipped over here.”

The guy looked at the note on it and said, “It’s from Filippo Inzaghi.”

Inzaghi hadn’t caused any trouble during this ti, and Huang Kaiwen hadn’t drawn any [Destiny Points]; he had thought that Inzaghi had beco honest, but he hadn’t expected such a big surprise as soon as he returned to Milan City.

“Alright, bring it in.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

After opening it, Huang Kaiwen saw an arcade-style racing ga machine like the ones in entertainnt centers.

Huang Kaiwen took out his phone and called to ask, “Filippo, what’s the deal with this ga machine?”

“I heard you were injured, so I wanted to give you a little gift to prevent boredom at ho.”

Inzaghi said, laughing rrily on the other end of the phone.

“Indeed, it’s ‘little’… but I don’t really play these kinds of ga machines.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

He tended to play more console and computer gas.

“No problem, I can play with you.

We’ll bet ten thousand a ga, and after today’s match, when we go to your house, we’ll have a showdown,”

Inzaghi said from the other end of the phone, and then quickly hung up, not giving Huang Kaiwen a chance to object.

Huang Kaiwen: …

Fuck!

His left soleus muscle was injured, making exertion very difficult.

This ga machine was even more complex than those at entertainnt centers.

It had a steering wheel, a gear lever, and three pedals, clearly requiring the use of both feet.

Huang Kaiwen could imagine Inzaghi scrambling to make countless calls overnight, getting this ga machine air-shipped here from the manufacturer in a hurry.

Inzaghi, that bastard, really went out of his way to win against him, Huang soone.

“Inzaghi sent it to you?”

The Young Mistress asked.

“Sort of,”

Huang Kaiwen said, massaging his temples.

He wasn’t sure if he could really call it a gift.

“You like playing gas, so he did put so thought into it,”

The Young Mistress said with a smile.

“It’s not like that,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Besides, Inzaghi clearly had a sche this ti, aiming to win Huang soone’s money.

But was the Yellow Ball King’s money that easy to win?

2 PM.

Huang Kaiwen watched Milan’s away ga against Palermo at ho.

Kaka scored a hat-trick in the ga and celebrated by taking off his shirt, wishing Huang Kaiwen a speedy recovery, and for that, he received a yellow card.

Milan won the away ga 3:1.

The match ended around 3 PM, and the whole team flew straight back to Milan City.

Around 5 PM, as Huang Kaiwen sat in the yard without seeing anyone yet, he first heard Inzaghi’s voice.

“My dear little treasure, Kevin, did you miss ?”

Inzaghi exclaid with his arms spread wide.

“You just want to race cars and win my money, right?”

Huang Kaiwen said, not sounding too pleased.

“Yes, ah, no, what are you talking about!”

Seeing Huang Kaiwen stand up, Inzaghi went over to hug his shoulder, chuckling, “Our relationship, how can money asure that?”

“On the way back on the plane, he talked about winning your money,”

Maldini said with a laugh, exposing Inzaghi.

“Right, he also said he was going to use that money to buy an antique with sentintal value to keep at ho as a family heirloom!”

Kaka nodded and added.

Huang Kaiwen: …

After all that, Inzaghi had blabbed it everywhere.

Now, it would be difficult for Huang Kaiwen to even play along.

“Since everyone’s here, let’s get started,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Today was another barbecue.

When there were a lot of people, barbecuing was the easiest to prepare, and it was quite fun getting busy together.

“The two kids miss you, but we didn’t have ti to go back and pick them up today,”

Maldini said, holding a glass of wine.

“I miss that little guy, Chris, too,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

The character of the Young Master was a bit more endearing.

Danny was just too competitive.

“When there’s ti, I’ll have my father take them to Spain for a visit,”

Maldini suggested.

“Sure, by the way, how is Adriana doing?”

Huang Kaiwen inquired.

He had high hopes for the Third Young Master.

The First Young Master turned out peculiar, the Second Young Master lacked talent, and the Milan’s number 3 jersey needed an heir.

“She’s doing well, and the baby is fine too.

Her due date is in May,”

Maldini said with a happy smile.

“That’s good to hear,”

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

“Kevin, co quickly, Ricardo has already lost!”

Inzaghi shouted anxiously.

His target was Huang Kaiwen, not Kaka.

“Okay, I’ll co to check it out,”

Huang Kaiwen said, patting Maldini’s arm, and followed Inzaghi inside.

“Let make it clear first, ten thousand a ga,”