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

Chapter 1612: Chapter 446: Guā: Having a Max-Level Account Is Awesome

And Albertini is one of the members of Knight’s Table.

The Milan Knight’s Table can interfere with transfers and team formation to a certain extent; this is much greater than the rights of those English national team members, or Raul and Guti’s Real Madrid local group.

Huang Kaiwen truly doesn’t want to cement the reputation of being a ball tyrant.

”Now it’s only me and Gennaro left; you coming back is just right to help us regain momentum.”

Ambrosini said excitedly.

He really likes the tradition of the Knight’s Table.

”Alright, but don’t cause any trouble for the coach.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Ramos and Kaka sat next to them, not speaking.

Previously loaned to Milan, Ramos already knew about this tradition.

There is always a group of higher-status players in the team, which is quite similar everywhere.

Teams like Manchester United and Liverpool express this through their youth training.

Especially Manchester United, because both of their dynasties were built on youth training.

”As long as he doesn’t give us any trouble.”

Ambrosini said.

He doesn’t have much demand for position, just wants to retire at Milan.

Gattuso shares a similar sentiment.

If not for Huang Kaiwen returning, the Milan Knight’s Table might have disappeared into history.

Milan’s current local players are too weak, unable to bear such responsibility.

Recruiting someone like Bonera, not to mention being a leader, he isn’t even fit to be a member.

During the afternoon’s team match, Huang Kaiwen donned the vest symbolizing a free player.

No matter which side was attacking, Huang Kaiwen could get involved.

Guardiola stood with arms crossed at the sideline, nodding at the situation on the field.

Clemente holding a whistle, laughed and said, ”Feels more lively than Barcelona; Milan’s attack speed has significantly increased.”

”Yes, because Barça likes to pass and find opportunities; I think Milan can also achieve this.”

Guardiola nodded, saying.

He once thought Barcelona was unique.

But seeing Milan players’ technical abilities, he thought it could be attempted.

Guardiola always had the heart to seek change.

A day of training satisfied Guardiola; when he walked to the parking lot at night, he specifically checked a few car wheels.

When he was researching the teams Huang Kaiwen played for, he discovered the wheels of those teams’ cars often went missing; such a trend was popular in football, he too was afraid of falling victim.

Finding no issues, he drove away from Milanello.

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Huang Kaiwen invited the teammates to his home for a visit.

Returning home, he found Young Master sitting in front of the computer.

”Young Master Maldini came in the morning.”

Albert said.

”I see.”

Huang Kaiwen entered the room, rubbed Young Master’s head, and asked, ”Why don’t you go find a girl to date, young man?”

”Girls are annoying, Kevin; often, I don’t know why they get upset.”

Young Master stared at the screen, not turning his head, saying.

As he spoke, he used a scarecrow to jump out of the F4 pit successfully sneaking an opponent.

”You’re right, Christian!”

Inzaghi came in searching for wine and said, ”Don’t let emotions affect you; you just need to seek happiness with them.”

Huang Kaiwen grabbed a bottle of mineral water and threw it hard, cursing, ”You jerk, don’t corrupt the kid, get lost.”

Inzaghi pulled a face and disappeared in a flash.

”Are you going to high school?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

Italy has 5 years of elementary education and 3 years of middle education, totaling 8 years of compulsory education, and at 14 one graduates middle school.

”Yes, Kevin, but I don’t want to go to school.”

Young Master sighed, saying.

His adolescent voice carried a hint of weariness.

”What would you do if you don’t study, do you really want to go to a mine?”

Huang Kaiwen asked jokingly.

”I don’t know either.”

Looking at the victory image on the screen, Young Master finally put down the keyboard and mouse, turned his head, saying, ”I feel I’m not suited for studying, I can’t play football well; what can I do then... I could specifically play games at home.”

”Paul would kill you.”

Huang Kaiwen said, amused and annoyed.

”That’s why I come to play at your place.”

Young Master blinked, begging, ”Kevin, how about you hire me, I can help take care of your game accounts.”

Not wanting to study in the third great year and directly becoming a practice gamer; this saves a decade of detours.

If he really agreed, Old Paul Maldini would have to drive to Milanello tomorrow, ready to run over the Yellow Ball King.

Italians, in some ways, are very similar to people in China.

They maintain close family ties, often several generations living together.

So they also emphasize children’s education significantly.

Huang Kaiwen embracing Young Master’s shoulders said, ”Whether you want to or not, you should learn more. It’s not just for future development; you surely don’t want to find yourself with no common language while out with friends, not understanding simple terms on TV; you would quickly be eliminated, you’d feel out of place in this world.”

”Okay.”

Young Master nodded, looking down.

Huang Kaiwen wrapped his arm around his neck to have a meal together, even a professional player can’t sit in front of the computer all day.

If this kid wants to play professionally in the future, Huang Kaiwen would find him a tutor, at least to mix and match until high school graduation.

Then Kevin would also find you a place to attend college.

”Can I have a drink?”

Young Master asked looking at the table.

Looking at the situation on this side, Ibrahimovic feigned anger, glaring at him fiercely, ”Kid, it’s way too early for you to want to drink.”

”But I’ve heard you were drinking at a young age when hanging in the streets.”