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

”Good afternoon, Kevin.”

At around 12 o’clock, Ramos arrived at Huang Kaiwen’s house.

”I used your name in the newspaper to comment on Barca’s players.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

”Oh, it’s just that. You could have called me. There was no need for me to come over.”

Ramos said nonchalantly.

It wasn’t a big deal.

He casually picked up the newspaper, and his eyes widened immediately. Looking at Huang Kaiwen on the sofa, he asked, ”Kai, Kevin... could it be that the ’Marca’ article was written by you?”

”Yes, it was me.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

”Damn, that Bojan. I barely even noticed his presence. How could he possibly become the next Kevin.”

Ramos said excitedly.

”I had my reasons for doing so.”

Huang Kaiwen turned and said with a smile.

”Okay, I think so too.”

Ramos then asked, ”Is there a reason you called me over?”

”Yes, we’ll talk once everyone arrives.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Later, most of the teammates arrived at Huang Kaiwen’s house, except for Robben.

Sneijder remained quiet but was secretly pleased.

That bastard Robben was finally excluded from the core group. Now he, Wesley Sneijder, was finally going to become an indispensable member of Real Madrid.

Huang Kaiwen explained the newspaper situation to a few defenders.

But he didn’t say he wrote it himself.

He just mentioned it had Mr. Huang’s approval.

The defenders had no objections.

”Are we planning another get-together today?”

Cassano asked excitedly.

He had canceled a date to come.

”Sort of, but there’s a theme.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

”Is it to celebrate our thrashing of Barca?”

Salgado asked.

He rarely participated in such activities.

It was only because they thrashed Barca that he wanted to celebrate with his teammates.

”That’s part of the reason.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile and waved, ”And also to celebrate Aryang. His application to Madrid Polytechnic University Business School got accepted. As his teammates, we should naturally help him celebrate!”

The Netherlands team primarily had vocational high school graduates, equivalent to a mid-level technical qualification.

A vocational high school further up is a vocational university.

De Jong, Sneijder, and Robben all graduated from regular high school, allowing them to apply for university.

Among them, Robben had the best grades. Even if he pursued a regular education and normal job, he would have a decent future.

Unable to commit to full-time education, Robben applied to a less rigorous business school.

This was influenced by Ramos and De Jong.

Ramos attended university.

The help from the young lady was minimal and not worth mentioning.

Now Robben was also going to be a university student.

As the team’s organizing committee member, Huang Kaiwen naturally had to organize a celebration since the team’s average education level was rising.

”I see...”

Cassano said, curling his lips.

He was somewhat envious of his teammates going to university, but he would never admit it as he wasn’t cut out for academics.

”I didn’t know before, but since Kevin mentioned it, let’s plan a surprise party for Aryang.”

Raul said with a smile.

”Exactly, that’s what I meant.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Sneijder rolled his eyes.

No wonder that bastard Robben kept texting him, asking if he had any time.

Turns out, it was to show off in front of him.

He and Robben had a good relationship, but they also had some rivalry in Real Madrid. After all, they were often positioned on the flanks and many times only one of them could play.

”Do we need to prepare anything?”

Salgado asked.

”Indeed, we do.”

Huang Kaiwen took out a stack of A4 papers and distributed them to his teammates.

Besides the lyrics, there were also phonetic notations.

Salgado hummed a few lines. Almost everyone recognized the song.

The song was too famous, with versions in various languages. Real Madrid players were familiar with the tune and the movie ”Waterloo Bridge” had used it as an interlude.

Guti volunteered to conduct, and the whole team started practicing.

A little later, the party planning company and band arrived at Huang Kaiwen’s house and began setting up the venue.

Every teammate, regardless of their status in the dressing room.

Had received a gift from Huang Kaiwen on their birthday. If time allowed, Huang Kaiwen would help them celebrate.

Their status in the dressing room was earned both on and off the pitch.

With the professionals’ arrangement, the garden looked quite proper.

...

Robben had been cooped up at home all day, wanting to show off to Sneijder, but that bastard said he had plans.

This made Robben very unhappy.

Having plans during holidays? Must be cheating.

Robben thought maliciously.

He had already bragged enough to Kevin. It was no longer fun to boast to him.

How about calling some friends from his time at Chelsea and Groningen?

Going to university without showing it off? It’s the same as not going.

Robben wandered around the house, unable to figure out how to word it.

”How did you know I was accepted?”

”If you want to invest in the future, come to me. I guarantee you’ll make money.”

”De Jong? Just because you’re educated doesn’t mean you have good judgment. A Dutchman doesn’t deceive another Dutchman.”

”If the annual return is less than 30 percent, I’ll give you my head.”

The further he spoke, the more absurd it became.

His wife Bernardine couldn’t stand it anymore. If this continued, Robben would organize a Ponzi scheme.

”Why don’t you call Kevin?”

Bernardine suggested.

”Forget it, Kevin is a scholar, and I’ve already told him.”

Robben said.

He suddenly grabbed his phone and searched for van Persie’s number.

That guy didn’t even finish vocational high school; he had to show off to van Persie!

After a while, Robben remembered he didn’t have van Persie’s number.