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

”A fault,”

Bernadette said.

She felt her husband had already lost.

After Albert quickly adjusted the net, Robben served again.

This time, Robben served a rather ordinary ball, and Kevin moved slightly before backhanding it diagonally with his left hand.

Robben awkwardly rushed to the right side of the court, stretching his arm desperately to hit the ball back.

Kevin ran behind the net, and without waiting for the tennis ball to land, he gently tapped it with his racket. The ball quickly passed over the net and fell, while Robben, using all his strength, rushed and fell behind the net, still unable to save the ball.

”Kevin scores, 40:0!”

Bernadette said.

She had thought Robben could win.

After all, Robben had played tennis for many years, but now it seemed he was no match for Kevin.

No, it would be accurate to say he was completely powerless!

After playing for so long, Kevin had still not faced any danger; he was merely toying with her husband, as their abilities were not on the same level at all!

After the match yesterday, Robben had gone home and told her how excellent Kevin was.

Bernadette thought her husband was exaggerating, but now it seemed his words could not even fully describe Kevin’s excellence.

Even on the tennis court, he was equally talented!

Bernadette might have been average at tennis, but her ability to appreciate the game was not bad.

She felt Kevin’s skills might be enough for professional matches.

For a soccer player to have such a level of tennis skills was truly surprising!

Robben rested for a while and then served again, a fault on the first and a fault on the second, both mistakes giving Kevin points and ending the match.

Both players walked to the side of the court, picking up the water and towels that Albert had prepared.

”You’re really strong,”

Robben said, panting heavily.

More than the physical fatigue, the mental pressure was greater.

”So, do we stop here for today?”

Kevin asked, wiping his hair.

”No, we agreed to play three sets; I at least want to see your serve,”

Robben shook his head and said.

Anyone who could become an elite professional athlete was very competitive.

Feeling the gap, Robben became more curious about Kevin’s serving skills.

”Kevin, why are you playing tennis so early?”

Shakira, dressed neatly, walked onto the tennis court and asked.

”A teammate came over, just playing around,”

Kevin said with a smile.

”Your stamina is really good,”

Shakira exclaimed.

Robben looked at his wife; Bernadette shook her head slightly, signaling Robben not to say too much.

The ”The Sun newspaper” had almost torn Kevin’s private life to shreds, and Shakira was one of the scandal subjects; what else was there to ask? Asking about someone’s relations in such a situation would only make both parties uncomfortable.

The four chatted for a few minutes, then Robben said, ”I’m rested now, come on Kevin.”

”Alright!”

Kevin walked to the edge of the court, picked up a tennis ball with his racket, walked to the baseline, tossed the ball, and slightly jumped, swinging his right arm.

Bang—

The tennis ball, like a streak of light, flew towards the right corner.

Robben, standing at the baseline too, didn’t even manage to run; the ball had already rebounded out.

”Kevin scores, 15:0!”

Bang—

Kevin served again, the tennis ball rapidly hitting the left corner and bouncing out.

”Kevin scores, 30:0!”

Bernadette shouted.

Kevin lifted his hand, shook the racket, and said with a smile: ”Let’s stop here for today; it’s not nice to keep the ladies just watching.”

Robben nodded along.

He had already determined.

Continuing the game would just result in 4 straight aces; he wouldn’t be able to return even one.

As Shakira and Bernadette played, Robben, unable to resist, asked, ”Why are your tennis skills so impressive?”

”It must be talent,”

Kevin said with a smile.

He, Kevin Huang, had never played tennis as a child, but now he was just amazing; if it wasn’t talent, there was no other explanation!

Robben nodded along.

He felt it was indeed the case.

Not long after, Sneijder arrived with his wife.

Young Sneijder was quite handsome, and his wife Ramona was also a high school classmate, just like Robben’s situation.

”Kevin, I brought a little gift for my first visit,”

Sneijder said with a smile, handing over a bottle of champagne.

Robben’s face fell immediately.

Just from the packaging, it was clear that Sneijder’s gift was much more expensive than his.

This damn bastard!

They had agreed to bring ordinary wine.

Kevin handed the champagne to the old butler and pulled Sneijder and his wife to sit by the tennis court.

Sneijder, curious, asked, ”Do you often play tennis at home, Kevin?”

”Occasionally.”

Kevin replied with a smile.

”You could try playing with Kevin,”

Robben egged on.

”Forget it, I’m not very good at it,”

Sneijder shook his head and said.

Robben felt a little disappointed.

It seemed today wasn’t the day to laugh at Sneijder’s expense.

”But I can play ping pong, Kevin, do you play?”

Sneijder asked.

”A little!”

Kevin gestured as he spoke.

Robben, seeing a familiar scenario, nearly burst with joy inside.

Robben said, ”Since the teammates haven’t arrived yet, why don’t you play a bit?”

”Sure,”

Sneijder agreed, nodding.

It was a good opportunity to bond with the team’s core player.

Kevin smiled, looking at Robben; how could one say bald men weren’t clever? Sneijder had more hair than Robben, so he definitely couldn’t play better than Robben.

Half an hour later, Sneijder, beaten by Kevin, questioned his life; he looked as if he had been fished out of water, his white casual suit all crumpled, and one would wonder if he had been mauled.

The spectating Robben nodded to himself; the result was just as he had expected.

Kevin’s knowing ”a little” was indeed just a little!

After a while, teammates gradually arrived at Kevin’s house.