Huang Kaiwen swung his leg and volleyed again. The ball flew into the bottom of the left post, then bounced right back to him.
Then he kicked it again.
It hit the middle of the left post. Duang.
The ball came back, and he kicked it again. This time it struck the top of the left post. Duang!
Next, he kicked it into the junction of the left post and crossbar, just a little above the top corner. Duang!
The fans in the stadium were stunned. What kind of genius player was this?
It wasn't just them. The players and coaches watching the live broadcast of his unveiling ceremony on Berlusconi's TV channels were dumbfounded too. Some players couldn't resist grabbing a ball and running out into their gardens to try it themselves.
But after just a couple of kicks, they realized that not only could they not hit a specific spot without moving, they couldn't even control the ball's rebound. They couldn't catch it at all.
After he'd worked his way up the left post, he started along the crossbar. Huang Kaiwen, who'd been having a great time, suddenly felt a twinge in his toe. It hurt.
But as Milan's new king of showboating, he had to see it through. Without changing expression, he switched to his left foot and continued along the crossbar, from the middle toward the right. Duang. Farther right. Duang. The junction of the crossbar and post. Duang... He continued all the way to the bottom of the right post, then, when the ball bounced back to him—
He kicked it high into the sky.
The singing continued, but this time he had to move. The wind caught the ball after it went up, and even his unrivaled ball control couldn't make it land in the same spot. At best, he could get it somewhere nearby.
Still singing the Milan Team Anthem, Huang Kaiwen took two small steps back and adjusted his position before volleying again.
To send the ball into the stands without hurting anyone, he deliberately put some height on it and gave it the dipping flight of a knuckleball. Even Juninho couldn't have reproduced Huang Kaiwen's shot from a volley.
But with the strongest attributes of various top players boosting him, Huang Kaiwen managed it.
Not only did he manage it, he did it perfectly.
The stands rose at an angle. His shot climbed higher and higher, then began to drop when it reached the third tier, flying straight into the arms of a young fan.
The little girl, as cute as a doll, hadn't expected such a gift from the sky. She hugged the ball and shrieked with excitement. The fans nearby who'd been about to fight over it saw that a child had caught it and felt too embarrassed to grab it from her.
San Siro erupted in cheers once again.
"...Milan, Milan, I'll support you alone. Milan, Milan, forever for you." When Huang Kaiwen finished singing the last line for the twelfth time, the entire stadium erupted in wild cheers.
The Milan fans chanted his name in unison.
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
"Kevin!!!"
The unveiling ceremony lasted an hour. Huang Kaiwen's performance during his moment in the spotlight had left them completely satisfied. It was a ceremony unlike anything the world had ever seen, and one no one would ever surpass—the greatest unveiling in all of football.
Ancelotti, who'd once been a player himself, had watched Huang Kaiwen's performance and realized his own expectations had been far too conservative. They could win an unprecedented treble this season, then add the UEFA Super Cup next season for a quadruple. If all went well, they might even win the Champions League three times in a row, recreating Real Madrid's early European Cup glory.
He'd reach the pinnacle of his career. The only downside was that he wouldn't be able to marry a rich, beautiful woman.
Just imagining himself standing at the Zurich Opera House for several years in a row, collecting the World's Best Coach award, made Ancelotti feel as if his heart might explode.
Who could have guessed that a genius player would show up at their door in this day and age?
Ancelotti even wondered if he was God's most favored son.
When Huang Kaiwen handed the microphone to a staff member and headed toward the players' tunnel, the club staff looked at him differently.
In competitive sports, ability was what mattered most.
A big-name footballer with a bad temper could even hold a club president to ransom.
No one wanted to offend a player who was visibly a superstar.
Everyone treated Huang Kaiwen almost absurdly well.
"Kevin, would you like a tour of the club? You haven't been in to report before. Since you're a Milan fan, I'm sure you'd be interested in Milan's trophy room."
"Sorry, I have plans with Barbara."
The staff member felt it was so unfair.
The team's new player was not only handsome and good at football; he'd also started dating the owner's daughter as soon as he arrived.
They were both human, so why was the difference between them so huge?
"Oh, right. I'm going to open a bank account later. Tell the finance department to deposit my salary today if they can."
Huang Kaiwen reminded them before leaving.
It was nice to spend Barbara's money, but that would tie him and Barbara together too tightly.
Besides, having money of his own wouldn't stop him from spending a woman's.
You could spend someone else's money, but you still had to have your own.
With several staff members watching, Huang Kaiwen got into Barbara's Mercedes-Benz.
The system prompt came immediately.
[ Ding! Perfect unveiling. The system is about to upgrade to King of Football System Deluxe Edition. Estimated upgrade time: 168 hours ]
Huang Kaiwen: ...
This damn thing sounded like a novel he'd written once, My System Upgrades Infinitely.
He hadn't even played a single official match, and the system had already upgraded twice. Would there be a Super Deluxe Edition, a PRO Edition, a PLUS Edition, and a PRO MAX Edition next?
Whatever.
Even without the system, he was happy now.
With his life no longer in danger, there wasn't much he was afraid of.
"Darling, you were amazing! Did you hear them? The whole stadium was crazy about you. You're practically San Siro's God!" Barbara said excitedly, making no move to start the car.
Seeing that she wasn't even wearing her seat belt, Huang Kaiwen leaned over to fasten it for her and gave her a quick feel while he was at it.
"Honestly! We're right outside the stadium."
Barbara asked coyly, "Where are we going?"
"To open a bank account. I want the club to pay me as soon as possible."
"All right."
Barbara obediently started the car.
Huang Kaiwen had complained that riding in a sports car was uncomfortable, so she'd switched to a coupe today.
Barbara was a VIP, so the bank handled their business quickly. When they came out, Barbara noticed Huang Kaiwen looking at the shop next door and asked, "The European Championship is about to start, so they're working hard to attract people to bet on the matches. Are you interested in that too?"
"Not really."
Huang Kaiwen brushed it off. When he'd seen Greece at 1:77, his heart had nearly leapt out of his chest.
But the club hadn't paid him yet, and he didn't want to tell Barbara about it.
"Okay, then let's head back."
"Mm."
On the drive back, Huang Kaiwen was distracted.
Because he could see a huge fortune right in front of him.
Greece would pull off a miraculous European Championship win this year.
Over the next month, Otto Rehhagel—the man who'd once led Kaiserslautern to their own miracle—would guide Greece to a stunning European Championship title. It would be the biggest upset in the tournament's history, and would make King Otto a god in Greece, with power comparable to an emperor's.
If he, Huang Kaiwen, didn't get in on it, he wouldn't be doing himself justice.
After all, he was a fan of King Otto.
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