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

Huang Kaiwen laughed and said,

”Why are you all like this!”

Lily protested unhappily, ”I haven’t done anything.”

”So you’re not going to say it?”

”Uh, I haven’t really done anything.”

Lily said weakly, ”Anyway, I’m not going to say it.”

Seeing Lily with her neck stiffened, Huang Kaiwen didn’t have any good solutions either.

The young lady was still sleeping.

Huang Kaiwen could only turn over, get out of bed, and wash up.

Realizing that Huang Kaiwen now couldn’t do anything, Lily waved her hand at him in a challenging gesture.

While brushing his teeth, Huang Kaiwen thought that he must later make her understand why he, Huang Kaiwen, was the Yellow Ball King.

After washing up, Huang Kaiwen changed into a new set of clothes and asked, ”I’m getting ready to go to the restaurant to eat; are you coming with me, Lily?”

”I won’t go, I’ll wait for Barbara to wake up and then we’ll call room service together.”

Lily whispered.

Having just provoked Huang Kaiwen, she didn’t want to put herself in his way.

”Alright, then I’ll head to the restaurant to grab something to eat first,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

He hadn’t really eaten much last night.

”You should hurry up,”

Lily urged, sitting on the bed.

Huang Kaiwen laughed and waved his hand goodbye.

Did this girl really think she could escape the punishment of the Yellow Ball King?

Offend the Yellow Ball King and expect to run away?

So naïve and innocent.

Huang Kaiwen made a phone call to Ramos and Kaka.

Unexpectedly, Kaka hadn’t had lunch either.

Huang Kaiwen had thought that he had eaten after the Milan players didn’t celebrate with him last night.

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”Damn it, you should show some respect for the UEFA Champions League winners!”

”I’m already tired of UEFA Champions League medals; you little fellow should show some respect for the World Champion!”

”That’s because I wasn’t there. If I had been, it would have been even easier for Italy to win the championship!”

”Anyway, say whatever you want; if you’ve got the guts, then win the championship with Italy next time!”

Just as he reached the entrance to the restaurant, Huang Kaiwen heard the voices of Inzaghi and Cassano.

He hadn’t invited those two guys; how did they come along?

Huang Kaiwen walked into the restaurant, and Ramos and Kaka quickly waved him over.

He walked over and sat down.

Ramos handed the newspapers to Huang Kaiwen and said, ”Kevin, I’ve found most of the newspapers; I knew you’d definitely want to take a look.”

Kaka pushed a plate toward him and said, ”I’ve already ordered lunch for you according to your usual preference, Kevin.”

”Alright, thank you guys.”

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile, ”What’s the deal with those two?”

”Filippo has been dragging me to play cards all morning, and as for Cassano, we saw him showing off the newspaper to everyone as soon as he stepped out of his room,”

Kaka said.

”Don’t mind that idiot,”

Ramos said, ”He scored a goal yesterday and now acts as if he wants the whole world to know.”

”Who you calling, you idiot?”

Cassano turned his head to ask.

”You!”

Ramos replied.

He joined the fray as well.

Huang Kaiwen held his temples looking at Cassano, somewhat impressed with the guy.

Kaka poured Huang Kaiwen a glass of water and said, ”The newspapers are all praising you, Kevin; just read the newspapers first, don’t bother with them.”

”Okay.”

Huang Kaiwen started flipping through them, and Ramos really had found most of the newspapers.

Many newspapers were only distributed in their own countries; Ramos couldn’t have gone to the airport to buy them from just-landed travelers, could he?

The ”Free News,” as the largest circulating newspaper in Greece, featured on its front page the photo of Huang Kaiwen surveying the field. The paper wrote, ”In the Champions League final in Athens, many players performed well; veterans were stable, and young players brought hope. But Kevin was undoubtedly the best on the field. Every time he got the ball, Manchester United players could only chase after him, constantly trying to stop Kevin’s advances with slide tackles. Ferguson’s post-match rumination served as the best evidence; even with his usual tough attitude, the godfather of Manchester United rhetorically asked the reporters if there was any other way but slide tackles, showing Ferguson’s helplessness.”

The second page did indeed talk about Cassano, but he only got half a page, including a photo, while the other half belonged to Raul.

”Milan Sports Newspaper” wrote, ”Kevin was not standing in front of the goal nor did he score the winning goal; the Athens final was uneventful, and although Manchester United was scoring, Real Madrid was never in real trouble. Kevin dribbled past Manchester United’s defenders multiple times during the game, making the finals seem one-sided; Manchester United’s arrangement of several people to defend could not stop Kevin with the ball. Kevin intentionally missed a penalty kick, sublimating the one-sided final and demonstrating to the world what spirit of fair play is with his performance. The Pope was right; Kevin is not only an idol to young people but also a role model for soccer players around the world.”

”Corriere dello Sport” wrote, ”Kevin is gradually distancing himself from injuries; he has been injured less than before. This is the gospel of the Lord, a reward for Kevin’s devoutness. In Athens, besides showing irresistible skills, he also won over the Orthodox and Protestants, as well as countless fans in front of their TVs, with his noble spirit!”

The ”Manchester Evening News” excerpted a quote from Gary Neville’s interview, where he said, ”It was hard for me to sit in the stands and watch the game; my teammates wanted to defend but couldn’t stop him, making me feel terrible. But my reason told me, even if I hadn’t been injured and had played, it wouldn’t have mattered; my teammates were already performing extraordinarily well, and if our opponents had been any other team, we could have won the championship. Unfortunately, our opponent was Real Madrid with Kevin. I have never seen a player who could dribble past so many people repeatedly in a game; I’ve seen Maradona’s tapes, and Kevin’s performance is as though he combined several of Maradona’s performances into one game; yes, he’s stronger than Maradona, I’m sure of it! He can easily dribble past players and score goals from the sideline; there’s no defender in the world who can stop that kind of player.”