After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football! Chapter 75 - 75 0073 One Hundred Ways to Avoid Training Than

75: 0073 One Hundred Ways to Avoid Training (Thanks to the Sumr Rain Reward) 75: 0073 One Hundred Ways to Avoid Training (Thanks to the Sumr Rain Reward) Before the ga, 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 inco, 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 Boml.

After all, Van Boml 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 beco teammates.

He, Huang, was certainly not short of that bit of money.

Of course, Kevin didn’t miss the chance to give that Heurelho Gos a piece of his mind.

In the end, Van Boml and Kevin walked arm-in-arm.

Before passing out, Van Boml said he swore to give Gos 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 Boml to sober up.

To encourage Van Boml to take on Lee Young-pyo.

Damn, did they think they could offend him, Huang, just because they weren’t on the sa team?

The monk might run away, but the temple won’t.

The next afternoon, back at ho,

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 soone 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’ ca by claiming it was his doing.”

“Master, master, not wizard,”

Kevin slapped his forehead and said in an exasperated tone, “Next ti he cos, tell him to get lost.”

“But sir, what if it really was his doing?” Albert, ever loyal, worried that his master might offend soone powerful, quickly advised.

“You can get lost too!”

Waiting for the butler to leave,

Kevin sighed.

So tiring!

The last ti that charlatan showed up to peddle the “Nailing Seven Arrows Book” was in October.

The artifact from “Investiture of the Gods” supposedly could curse soone to death in 21 days.

The “master” perford the “ritual” for 21 days, which finished in November.

That Nigerian wizard was still hopping around alive and well at the ti.

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 so nonsense.

Kevin was really annoyed by it.

He played a ga for a while,

Then waited for Barbara to co back to have dinner together.

Seeing that Kevin had a lot on his mind, the young lady asked softly, “Has sothing 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 ca.

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 ho, 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 beco even stronger, which is truly worriso.” — 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 ti 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 an 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 so 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 ho, spent it playing Legend.

His 31-level Taoist’s experience bar had barely moved.

Mostly because he secretly killed so players who were buying potions, then got escorted to Red Na Village by a big blade, spending his ti soaking in Red Na ti.

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 rlin.

When Kaka finished training, he called him over to his house.

His character’s red na 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, soone’s stealing the potions, kill him!”

Having experienced the duplication of equipnt 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, beca 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 ho.

In the evening when Barbara ca ho, 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 ga 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 co 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 imdiately 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 sothing bad.”

“Then you rest in the strategy room for a while.

If you don’t feel better by noon, go ho 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.