It's You, AC Milan

Opening his eyes, Huang Kaiwen found a Nokia phone. Seeing the date—May 24, 2004—he did not panic at all.

Having written hundreds of millions of words over more than a decade, he had fantasized about this sort of thing countless times. He immediately threw back the covers, got up, and changed clothes. Then he looked down. Damn, was this thing crossbred with a donkey?

Feeling the vitality and youthfulness of his body, he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, nearly stunned by his own handsomeness.

The boy in the mirror looked around seventeen or eighteen, just over 1.8 meters tall, with sharp brows, bright eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a high, straight nose. There was even a beauty mark beneath his eye—though girls should be the ones crying over him. The only slightly discordant thing was his medium-length hair falling past his ears, with the same color as a Pepsi spokesperson's. It was extremely of its era.

None of that mattered!

He had been reborn and transmigrated, becoming more than ten years younger, brimming with vitality, and he was a ridiculously handsome guy to boot. No matter how he looked at it, he had hit the jackpot.

Based on his experience writing so many novels, wouldn't he be able to casually rise to godhood at this point? Then buy some Bitcoin and effortlessly achieve financial freedom?

By then, Wet in his left hand, Honey in his right, he would head straight for the pinnacle of life.

"I'm not Huang Rong, I don't know martial arts, I only want Brother Jing and perfect love..."

Turning on the television, Huang Kaiwen hummed along to the song, full of the flavor of the era.

An hour later, having completely figured out the situation, Huang Kaiwen sat by the bed in a daze.

The owner of this body had also been named Huang Kaiwen, and both of his parents had been university professors.

In that era, highly educated intellectuals worshipped foreign countries. They would rather go abroad to wash dishes than remain in China. Giving him this name was perfectly normal, as though being called Kevin made someone first-class.

Huang Kaiwen's professor parents had died in a car accident, but they had left him seven school-district apartments in Beijing, along with a considerable fortune earned from stock trading.

Logically speaking, this Huang Kaiwen should have been a winner in life. Even without money, he could have dated female celebrities with that face alone. Graduating from university at twenty-one also made him something of a prodigy.

But when God opened a door for you, it might be the gate to hell. There was a family history of cancer. He had mid-to-late-stage liver cancer and only six to twelve months left to live. There had been no warning whatsoever; he had simply been sentenced to death.

The original owner had been unable to accept it and had been scared to death, letting him pick up this "bargain."

Sitting there blankly, Huang Kaiwen finally understood what it meant for extreme joy to turn into sorrow.

Damn it, at least in his previous life, he had bought a house and a car through writing. At most, he had been a little unhealthy. But now, he had a literal countdown to death.

The television continued its endless report: "Mr. Addis of the Italian Foreign Trade Commission; Mr. Ivan Scott of FIFA's event agency; Mr. Iwata Ryuji, president of Lockheed Corporation; Mr. Lu Shen, chairman of the Shanghai Football Association; relevant officials from Shenhua Club; and leaders from the event organizers, Wenguang News Media Group and Wenhui Xinmin United Press Group.

Lu Shen, chairman of the Shanghai Football Association, warmly welcomed AC Milan's return visit to Shanghai at the press conference. He said, "The visit of Italy's AC Milan to Shanghai carries positive significance for Shanghai football. AC Milan is a great team. Its long history and outstanding achievements prove that AC Milan is not only excellent in Italy, but also in European and world football. AC Milan's visit to Shanghai will help strengthen..."

The official on television was speaking with great enthusiasm, but Huang Kaiwen only found him noisy.

[Ding! The Play Football Like Maradona System is activating... Activate?]

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes at the air in irritation. Damn it, even if he were Lionel Messi, there would not be much football left to play in twelve months. Besides, in his previous life, reading novels had turned into writing novels, and he had already had enough of that. He was a football fan, sure, but he had no real interest in playing. Never turn your hobby into your job. His biggest regret in his previous life was reading novels during the time he should have been studying in class.

[Ding! Activation of the Play Football Like Maradona System canceled. The Football King System is activating. Loading: 1%, 5%... 60%, 99%. Trial version activating.]

[Beginner's gift pack being issued. Mission issued: Join a G14 giant during the summer transfer window and inherit the will of the great football king Carlos Kaiser. Mission reward: Remove all illnesses from the body and restore health. Activate the full version of the system.]

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"Hahahahaha..."

Huang Kaiwen grabbed his hair and laughed wildly. Otherwise, there was simply no way to express his excitement.

What did it mean when heaven never blocked every path? What did it mean to be the chosen child of destiny?

He knew it. With transmigration and a system, there was no way he would die young.

As for joining a giant club, to stay alive, he would do it even if he had to resort to any means necessary.

Besides, the system had also given him a [Beginner's Gift Pack]. Once he opened it, he should have football-king-level abilities, right? After all, it was called the [Football King Carlos System].

On the television, Shanghai's officials were full of vigor. Huang Kaiwen slapped his thigh. He had already picked his victim—it was you, AC Milan!

[Open Beginner's Gift Pack]

After he made his choice, the rewards appeared.

Obtained: Super Star Experience Card. Effects last for thirty days after use. Must be used before the end of the summer transfer window.

Obtained: Four-Language Selection Gift Pack.

Obtained skill: Tom Hanks's Peak Acting Skills. How could a great player not know how to act? —Sergio Busquets.

Huang Kaiwen was a little dumbfounded.

The things this system gave him somehow did not feel very proper.

Of course he knew Sergio Busquets. After all, he was the Best Actor winner of football's Oscars. But what did that have to do with being a football king?

After searching on his laptop for half the day, Huang Kaiwen still could not find any player named Carlos Kaiser.

The name felt familiar, but he simply could not remember it. That was very abnormal for a football fan.

While absentmindedly making food, inspiration suddenly struck him.

He had seen that name on a public account in his previous life. Damn it, this football king was not legit. No wonder he could not find him. It was only after the explosion of self-media that Carlos Kaiser's story had been uncovered and widely circulated.

For twenty-six full years, Carlos Kaiser had never officially played a single match, nor had he scored a single goal. Yet with his exceptionally high emotional intelligence and slick tongue, he had thrived. Not only had he played for more than a dozen Brazilian top-flight giants and national teams such as Brazil and Mexico's Puebla, he had even once been crowned the "football king."

Carlos had limited talent. His only strength was decent stamina.

At sixteen, he had been spotted by a Mexican second-division team because of his off-ball training, but he was quickly discovered to be unable to play football and was fired.

After returning to Brazil, Carlos began "latching onto powerful connections" everywhere.

With his superb emotional intelligence and eloquence, Carlos quickly became very familiar with many football stars.

A whole group of Brazilian internationals liked him very much.

They would even proactively recommend Carlos to their clubs.

That was how Carlos always managed to join big clubs.

Most professional players treasured every opportunity to play and tried their best to perform well in order to earn more recognition.

But Carlos Kaiser was completely different in this regard.

He always tried every possible way to avoid matches.

After all, the moment he touched the ball, his actual ability would be exposed.

So whenever he joined a new team, Carlos Kaiser would immediately tell the coach that he had not been in good form lately and needed time to train alone.

During his individual training, he would just run laps and display impressive stamina.

Once that trial period had passed, he would pretend to be injured and avoid matches.

Carlos used all kinds of excuses: straining his thigh while playing football, slipping and falling in the shower.

The most outrageous time, he had asked a dentist friend to write him a diagnosis proving that he had dental problems that had even affected his thigh, leaving him unable to compete.

Given the medical conditions at the time, his lies were difficult to expose.

And so Carlos Kaiser succeeded, always finding another team.

Whenever he was about to be exposed, he would choose to run away.

Besides fooling coaches within teams, Carlos also deeply understood the art of "building hype."

He was close with many reporters from local newspapers.

He often invited reporters out for meals.

The reporters, in turn, praised him to the heavens.

Or there would be all sorts of rumors: Mexico desperately wanted to sign him, or Brazil's national team was eager to have him.

Before every match, Carlos Kaiser would buy candy for the children watching from the stands.

Then he would have them crowd around him after the match to ask for autographs.

This created the illusion that he was extremely popular.

For a while, Carlos carried a brick phone with him everywhere. From time to time, he would take it out and babble loudly in English in public, claiming that Barcelona Club was considering signing him.

Little did anyone know, the English was complete nonsense, and the brick phone in his hand was merely a toy model.

Thus, despite never having fully played a match or scored a goal, Carlos was treated like a genuine football superstar everywhere he went. His fans gave him many nicknames: "Divine Striker," "Demon Blade," and "Football Caesar." His reputation grew larger and larger.

After making the rounds at Brazil's major clubs, Carlos set his sights overseas. Ajaccio from France sent him an invitation, and Carlos headed to France.

That day, enthusiastic fans packed the entire training ground, wanting to witness the brilliance of the "Brazilian Divine Striker."

Under those circumstances, pretending to be injured would have been too awkward. Carlos had a flash of inspiration and came up with a brilliant idea: one by one, he kicked every football on the training ground toward his fans.

With no footballs left on the field, his teammates could only join him in an "imaginary football match," pushing the enthusiastic atmosphere to its peak.

Over the following years, Carlos even left behind his legends in the United States, Mexico, and Argentina, becoming one of the world's most famous football stars.

It had to be said, the guy was talented in his own way.

Huang Kaiwen now understood what the [Football King Kaiser System] was all about. Wasn't it just making him act like Carlos Kaiser—a salary thief who toyed with giant clubs?

He agreed. To survive, people were willing to do anything.

At worst, once he completed the mission and recovered his health, the team could sack him. He was a transmigrator—why would he be afraid of getting fired? After retiring, he could just write a book called I Really Don't Want to Play Football!. Wouldn't that sell like crazy?

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