After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

”Is this a JAY song?”

”Huang Kaiwen is acting like a jerk again, this is ’Grandpa’s Brewed Tea.’ Taking advantage of his teammates getting drunk to force himself into the role of grandpa.”

”Wouldn’t Guti beat him to death if he found out the truth?”

”Alas, who can tell Guti the truth?”

”I’ve learned a trick or two from this jerk Huang Kaiwen. Tonight, I’ll buy a case of Er Guo Tou and peanuts and edamame back to the dorm and officially have seven grandkids acknowledge their ancestor.”

”Wait till they sober up tomorrow, they’ll beat you up like Scorpion King.”

”Remember to get a DV first, it’s not easy to identify people with a Nokia. With a DV, you can even show it in the auditorium, letting more people understand your relationship.”

”You guys really enjoy watching the excitement without fearing the trouble.”

”Probably won’t be a big deal, we’re all good brothers after all, at most it’ll just be a semi-paralysis beating.”

Morning.

By the time Huang Kaiwen woke up, some teammates had already left.

He glanced at the two rooms and felt it was somewhat jarring to the eyes.

Who knows what they dreamed about, anyhow their clothes were quite disheveled, but thankfully no excessively outrageous scenes.

Cassano was the second last to wake up.

Cassano woke up around noon, clutching his head and said, ”Did you give me fake alcohol yesterday? Why is my head hurting so much?”

Huang Kaiwen gave Cassano the middle finger.

He had gotten to know Cassano quite well during this time.

Cassano definitely was talented, but more impressive than his soccer talent was Cassano’s mouth.

Cassano really had a foul mouth.

He spoke without thinking.

And was adamant as well.

Some things he regretted saying himself, but he wouldn’t admit it.

The person wasn’t bad, though.

Cassano, with bed hair, walked to the fridge, took out a box of juice, twisted it open, and drank it head back.

After drinking, he carelessly put the juice box back in the fridge, making Huang Kaiwen want to punch someone, which he would after Cassano left.

Cassano made himself at home.

He found some cutlery, sat down next to Huang Kaiwen, and began eating a sandwich.

Huang Kaiwen felt it was time to discipline Cassano.

He took out the DV and placed it in front of Cassano to watch.

Cassano’s expression was priceless. After watching, he stiffened his neck and said to Huang Kaiwen, ”Everything I said was true, even if you show it to that guy I wouldn’t care.”

”Really? I’ve already sent someone to deliver the tape to Fabio,” said Huang Kaiwen with a smile.

Spurt.

Cassano spat out a mouthful of water and looked at Huang Kaiwen speechlessly.

”If you call me the boss, I might be able to get the tape back. It probably hasn’t been delivered yet,” Huang Kaiwen said.

Teasing a stubborn guy was fun, especially the satisfaction from forcing someone to change.

It’s like some people enjoy persuading women of the night to turn over a new leaf, preaching morality at them at the slightest opportunity.

”I didn’t say anything wrong,” Cassano said stubbornly.

”Well then, if you think you’re right, I won’t worry about it. I’ve even sent a copy to the Italian TV stations. I’m sure Mrs. Capello will be thrilled to hear you want to sleep in her master bedroom,” Huang Kaiwen teased.

”Of course, I’m a lady-killer. Maybe she liked me in the past,” Cassano said with a forced smile.

He knew Fabio Capello all too well.

Capello met his wife when he was 14 and hadn’t been apart for more than a few days in his life, almost like conjoined twins.

If Cassano insulted Capello, the worst Capello would do was to bench him.

But if Capello found out Cassano fantasized about his wife Laura, it was likely going to be a headline-grabbing coach murder case, where not even Holmes could piece together the complete body.

”Why don’t you get the video tape back?” Cassano said with a dry laugh.

”Are you scared?” Huang Kaiwen asked smilingly.

”Who’s scared?” Cassano said with wide eyes, ”I just drank too much. I don’t regret cursing that bastard Fabio. He should not only lick my feet but also my ass. Mainly because Laura took good care of me when I was in Rome, I think I might have said something wrong.”

Huang Kaiwen picked up the DV and said to Cassano, ”Then what should you do?”

”Don’t even think about making me call you the boss!”

Cassano continued stubbornly.

”That’s fine, Mrs. Capello would just be a little upset, that’s all,” Huang Kaiwen said nonchalantly.

Besides teasing Cassano,

Huang Kaiwen also wanted to keep some evidence.

Cassano had a big mouth.

If this guy bad-mouthed him on TV after retirement, with the video tape Huang Kaiwen could instantly slap Cassano in the face with it.

”Boss...” Cassano said quietly.

”What? I didn’t hear you.”

”Boss, you’re the boss, alright? You asshole, you’re better at soccer than me, but you’re an asshole!!!” Cassano shouted impatiently.

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but laugh and put away the DV, saying to Cassano, ”I’m keeping this recording. Don’t talk smack about me outside.”

”Hmph, you should have told the person delivering the tape to come back, right?” Cassano said impatiently.

”I never sent the tape in the first place. I invited you over to have fun. It would be too much of a jerk move to record you while you were drunk and send it to the coach,” Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Cassano’s mouth fell open, his expression couldn’t be more splendid.

In the end, all his words turned into a single middle finger.

”You really are nasty,” said Cassano.

”Aren’t you going home yet?” Huang Kaiwen asked.

”Not leaving!!!”

Cassano said with huff, ”You’ve deceived my feelings; I have to finish all the alcohol in your house to feel comfortable.”

”Hope you can manage that,”

Huang Kaiwen stomped his foot and said, ”We have a constant temperature wine cellar underneath our feet. If you like, you can stay there tonight.”