Coach, I'm Feeling a Little Unwell (Thanks to Denghualanshan R for the Tip)

"Alessandro Nesta—don't let his refined looks fool you. He's actually a beast."

"Hello, Alessandro." Huang Kaiwen walked up and gave him a hug. "Milan has the best defense in the world. That really puts one at ease."

"Hello, hello~"

Nesta said, flattered.

In Europe, people were not especially accustomed to pleasantries.

"Dida and our loyal Abbiati are the team's number one and number two goalkeepers."

The moment Stam finished speaking, Dida came over and hugged Huang Kaiwen. Turning passivity into initiative, he even complimented Huang Kaiwen's Spanish.

Brazilians spoke Portuguese, but Portuguese and Spanish were very similar, and speakers of the two languages could understand each other. Dida found it quite comfortable.

"Hi, mate." Abbiati raised a hand in greeting as well. After seeing Huang Kaiwen's "ability," the Milan players were all willing to show him goodwill—especially since Huang Kaiwen knew how to conduct himself.

"Gennaro Gattuso. He's the opposite of Nesta: he looks like a beast, but he's actually a quiet guy." Stam began his commentary for the day again.

Huang Kaiwen somewhat understood why Ferguson had disliked Stam.

Whenever Stam evaluated others, he always sounded as though he was the best in the world. He had probably said plenty about Ferguson in his autobiography too. With Ferguson's temper, how could he have put up with that?

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

Gattuso smiled and came over to shake Huang Kaiwen's hand.

"Clarence Seedorf, my national team teammate."

Stam was not nearly as enthusiastic when introducing his fellow countryman.

"Don't mind that big idiot. He only just transferred to Milan too," Seedorf shot back.

Huang Kaiwen pursed his lips and said nothing.

Gattuso whispered from the side, "One came through PSV Eindhoven, and the other came through Ajax."

Now Huang Kaiwen understood.

The Dutch national team's greatest enemy had always been itself.

Still, he had not expected Stam to have only recently transferred to Milan. Stam's performance had completely fooled him. Stam seemed to have played for Lazio before, though? Then it was not strange that he knew Milan's players; after all, they had been in the same league.

After introducing several more insignificant players, Stam brought Huang Kaiwen over to greet a young man.

"His name is Digao. He's Kaka's younger brother and only just transferred here."

Stam's words dripped with disdain. He was one step away from pointing at Digao's nose and calling him useless.

Digao could not speak Italian and could only wear a foolish grin, looking quite simple and honest. After all, he was the team's only nepotism signing, and his wages were not low either.

Huang Kaiwen immediately gave Digao a big hug.

Even if football valued ability, you still had to consider the owner before beating the dog, didn't you?

His brother was the biggest idol in football.

Digao had not expected a "big star" like Huang Kaiwen to still be friendly toward him, and he was deeply moved.

Ancelotti watched Huang Kaiwen greet the first team with a smile before approaching with the coaching staff and asking, "How was your holiday?"

"Not bad."

"It was a little short."

"It's a shame I couldn't play in the European Championship."

"Not bad, boss~"

The players chimed in all at once.

Ancelotti's smile immediately widened. Waving the roster in his hand, he said, "It seems you all had a good time. I've already noticed that some of you have put on weight, so let's do a little test and see what condition you're in."

A chorus of groans rose below.

Even players did not like tests.

Naturally, the coaching staff ignored them. On the contrary, they were delighted to see how the stars performed.

"Kevin, you don't need to go over to the medical staff. You had your physical just a few days ago."

"Oh, all right."

Huang Kaiwen stood by the pitch and chatted with the coaching staff.

"It's wonderful to see you integrating with the team so quickly. In a few days, the players who took part in the summer tournament will return, and you'll have some new teammates." Ancelotti did not hold back his praise.

"Don't worry, Coach. I'll get along well with everyone."

As his teammates gradually returned to the pitch, Huang Kaiwen immediately went up to greet them. Raising his hand, he said, "Guys, dinner's on me tomorrow night. I'll pick a good restaurant, so remember to bring your families."

"Thanks, Kevin."

"All right, we'll be there."

"You're really generous, mate. Michelin-starred?"

"Why not today..."

Huang Kaiwen had originally wanted to take everyone out today, but on second thought, he had not told them in advance, and they might not have been able to arrange their schedules. So he set it for tomorrow.

When the teammates who had played in the summer tournament returned, he would find another chance to treat them to dinner.

Huang Kaiwen did not believe that if he kept treating them to meals, their relationship could still be bad.

Looking at the smiling Ancelotti, Huang Kaiwen said to the coach, "The coaching staff might not feel comfortable joining us, but you can pick a place yourselves. Remember to have some good wine. I'll cover the bill. My biggest problem right now is that I have too much money to spend."

The coaching staff were also delighted, feeling only that Huang Kaiwen really knew how to handle people.

Before he had even touched a ball, Huang Kaiwen had already become quite popular at Milan.

By the time of the tests, teammates had already crowded around him.

"Andrea runs like a snail. I bet he can't break 11.5 seconds."

"I bet he can't even break 12."

Inzaghi folded his arms and loudly egged everyone on.

Andrea Pirlo, preparing for the 100-meter sprint test, turned around and gave Inzaghi the middle finger.

"All right, Andrea, let your performance do the talking... Go!"

After Pirlo sprinted out, he began running at full tilt. More than ten seconds later, the assistant coach in charge of timing shouted, "11.82 seconds."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh! You actually broke 12 seconds! Nicely done, Andrea!"

Inzaghi shouted sarcastically. Pirlo found a ball at the sideline and kicked it into the crowd. His technique was precise, but he did not put much power behind it, and Abbiati caught it easily.

Shevchenko ran 11.4 seconds and looked unhappy when he came back.

Inzaghi, who had been mocking Pirlo, went up and somehow ran 12.8 seconds. He came back smiling, slung an arm over Pirlo's shoulders, and said, "I don't need to be that fast. As long as my first step is quick enough, that's all that matters."

Pirlo rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Kaka is the fastest," Nesta said.

Huang Kaiwen was a little curious, because he had heard that Kaka was faster with the ball than without it. "How fast is Kaka?"

"Under 10.5 seconds, probably."

"Kevin, you're up!" Ancelotti called.

Everyone else followed with a chorus of encouragement. They were curious about the kid's 100-meter time too.

Especially those who had taken part in Milan's summer tour of China. Huang Kaiwen's pace on the pitch then had been astonishing, perhaps even faster than Kaka's.

Huang Kaiwen stood there stiffly. Ancelotti smiled and reassured him, "Don't be nervous. It's just a little test."

"Ready, go!"

Huang Kaiwen sprinted out at full speed.

Without the experience card, even he could feel that he was slower than before. Fortunately, Carlos Kaiser's body was still in decent shape.

He almost exhausted all his strength, charging forward at full speed.

The 100-meter distance vanished in an instant.

The assistant coach shouted, "11.6 seconds."

The teammates watching erupted in an uproar.

Ancelotti, who had been standing at the starting line, took the initiative to walk over to Huang Kaiwen.

For an ordinary player, that speed was all right, but Huang Kaiwen should not have failed to break 11 seconds.

"What's going on? You're quite a bit slower than before," Ancelotti asked with concern.

"Coach, I'm feeling a little unwell."

Huang Kaiwen said helplessly.

He really had given it everything. You were the ones who thought he was too strong.

Ancelotti patted him on the shoulder and advised, "Though I probably shouldn't be saying this in my position, I used to be a player too, so let me give you some advice: if you want to keep shining on the pitch, it's best to restrain yourself a little when it comes to women."

The other players immediately started jeering again.