Something Big Happened—Kevin Was Injured!

Giovanni Ferrero, whose family sold chocolate; Paola Fendi, the fourth-generation heir of Fendi; Joanna Ferrari, Piero Ferrari's granddaughter; Silvana Armani, who ran Armani's design department; Giulia Rosso, daughter of Diesel founder Renzo Rosso...

Barbara's circle of girlfriends ranged from under twenty to their early thirties, and nearly all of them came from prominent Italian families.

Though these little rich girls had yet to take control of their families' businesses, if they pooled their money, they could buy AC Milan.

Take the daughter of the Ferrero family, Italy's richest—she had received huge allowances since childhood. Her birthday presents as a kid had been yachts. Yachts!!!

CANALE5, under Berlusconi's ownership, was Italy's most profitable television station. When the director spotted the heiresses in the stands today, he said with a surprised smile, "Kevin really has some pull. Barbara actually brought so many friends to cheer him on. A single word from these girls' elders could influence Italy's related industries and economy."

Seeing the Milan players warming up on the pitch, Paola Fendi curiously pointed at the only Asian player and asked, "Is that your boyfriend, Barbara?"

"I guess," Barbara answered, somewhat gloomily.

"What do you mean, you guess?"

"He doesn't seem very happy about being my boyfriend."

"How could that be? Our Barbara is so beautiful, comes from such a good family, and has such big boobs. Even I want to grab them twice."

"Get lost!"

Since they had not chosen a private box, the fans in the stands also saw the heiresses fooling around.

The younger fans could only smack their lips, filled with envy over the new signing's luck. He had landed one of Italy's most elite heiresses right away.

Barbara's family had not only money, but power too. Who could compete with that?

After the match began, Huang Kaiwen sat on the bench.

Ancelotti deliberately chose a seat beside him and began explaining things to him.

"Look at Gennaro. His tackles are clean, and he has some real ideas about positioning. When you play with him, you need to wait for him sometimes. He might not be able to keep up with your speed."

Huang Kaiwen nodded humbly. Gattuso really was not that fast.

"You're faster, so you need to look after your teammates. Most Milan players aren't very quick. Shevchenko is already among the fastest in the squad, and there's Kaka too. He hasn't returned yet, but talented players like you will definitely get along well."

"Mm, okay, Coach."

Huang Kaiwen did not even know what kind of genius he was supposed to be.

"You and Paolo get along well, which will help your coordination on the pitch. You can use both feet, so you can play either left wing or right wing, and Cafu will provide you with plenty of support when you attack. Our offense used to rely heavily on the middle, but now that you're here, we can attack through the center and the wings at the same time. I believe Milan will become much harder to defend against."

Ancelotti said with a cheerful smile.

Huang Kaiwen's performance when he had rushed onto the pitch earlier had been too dazzling, giving the good-natured old coach very high expectations.

Huang Kaiwen felt that his coach was thinking too much.

He felt a little awkward in the face of Ancelotti's enthusiasm.

Ancelotti's words made it clear that he already saw him as a core Milan player, which put considerable pressure on Huang Kaiwen. He was just an insignificant guy preparing to become a permanent fixture in the stands—how had he become the one his coach expected the most from?

Maybe as the season went on, the coach would eventually come to his senses.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen was not saying much, Ancelotti put an arm around his shoulders and said, "Don't be afraid of me. You can think of your coach as a friend. I've always had a very good impression of Chinese people. When there's time, I'll introduce you to my son. David is a good lad who loves football. I also have a daughter named Katia. She's a beautiful angel."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Hearing Ancelotti say that, he suspected that Ancelotti wanted to steal Barbara away from him. No, steal her away from Berlusconi.

Was Huang really that sought-after now?

Back then, Guardiola's daughter seemed to have dated a player too.

Van Bommel had simply married his mentor's daughter.

Was Ancelotti trying to follow Van Marwijk's example too?

Knowing that getting on the pitch today was unavoidable, Huang Kaiwen looked at the expectation meter in the system, which had already reached 100, and directly drew a single-match experience card.

[Ding, obtained David Beckham Experience Card: England vs Greece, the final match of the 2001 World Cup qualifiers.]

Having drawn a decent card, Huang Kaiwen excitedly pumped his fist. At least he would not be exposed today.

When Ancelotti saw Shevchenko score and noticed how excited Huang Kaiwen was, he was delighted as well. It was a great thing for the team when a new signing felt a sense of belonging.

By the end of the first half, Milan had barely exerted themselves, yet the score had already become 2–0.

Afraid that Huang Kaiwen would grow impatient from waiting, Ancelotti brought him on five minutes into the second half.

Seedorf came over and hugged Huang Kaiwen, who was waiting by the sideline, then encouraged him, "Good luck."

Imitating something he had seen in a movie before, Huang Kaiwen lowered his head and touched the grass before jogging onto the pitch.

"Wow, Kevin is replacing Seedorf. Milan's super genius is finally on the pitch, and the fans are giving him a warm round of applause. Rumor has it that his physical condition hasn't been great lately, but if he can play, then there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

"Go, Kevin!!!"

Barbara jumped up and down excitedly in the stands.

The fans responded with good-natured laughter.

Once play resumed, the Milan players consciously passed to Huang Kaiwen. After all, he had treated them to dinner just a few days ago.

To them, it was perfectly normal that Huang Kaiwen was not especially fast today.

Smack—

Receiving Ambrosini's pass in his own half, Huang Kaiwen swung his arms before launching a long ball with his left foot. It went straight behind the opposing defensive line, and Shevchenko easily raced onto it for a one-on-one before calmly slotting home to extend the score again.

"What a pass! Kevin's long ball was not inferior to Pirlo's at all."

After scoring, Shevchenko gave Huang Kaiwen, still in the backfield, a thumbs-up.

That pass had been so comfortable that it had made scoring effortless.

Ancelotti stood on the sideline, grinning from ear to ear. He had not expected Huang Kaiwen to possess such a long pass.

Pirlo, sitting on the bench, blushed a little too. Huang Kaiwen had previously called him the best long passer in the world, yet now Huang Kaiwen's long passing seemed no worse than his own.

The Milan fans cheered, not for Shevchenko, but for Huang Kaiwen.

The super genius the club had signed on an astronomical salary had finally begun to show his brilliance.

Huang Kaiwen discovered a problem as well.

This body of his could actually use both feet. After drawing the Beckham experience card, he could deliver precise long passes with his left foot too.

This feeling of hitting exactly where he aimed was unbelievably satisfying.

After the restart, Huang Kaiwen remained the brightest player on the pitch.

Whenever his teammates passed to him, Huang Kaiwen immediately launched an attack with a long ball.

Even Pirlo felt his scalp go numb at that level of precision.

Damn it, was this kid mocking me before?

In the 70th minute, Milan won a free kick on the right side. Huang Kaiwen went straight to the spot, and his teammates readily gave him the right to take it.

"Is Kevin going to take the free kick? During Milan's China tour, he struck a dipping shot that was no worse than Juninho's, but this position is a little too wide."

"Wow, that movement looks a lot like Beckham's... It's in!!!!!!!"

"Goal!!!!!"

"Kevin Huang scores directly from the free kick! Milan has found another incredible free-kick master. He can strike knuckleballs, and he can also score curling free kicks like Beckham."

The entire stadium called out Huang Kaiwen's name.

More than forty thousand fans had come to San Siro today, mainly to watch Huang Kaiwen perform.

Otherwise, they would have had no interest in seeing Milan play a Serie C side.

Huang Kaiwen looked excellent as he embraced his teammates.

More importantly, his teammates liked him too, so the fans no longer needed to worry about whether he could fit into the team.

If Huang Kaiwen had not been the scorer, the Milan players would not have rushed over to celebrate together.

A third-tier team was not worth it.

The main reason was to encourage this newcomer who knew how to behave.

He was so talented, yet so humble.

The Milan players liked Huang Kaiwen very much.

"Good job."

"That was a beautiful strike!"

"Keep it up, Kevin."

"You're in pretty good form too, huh~"

Huang Kaiwen silently accepted his teammates' encouragement.

Of course Beckham against Greece had been strong. That strike had been worth its weight in gold.

He wanted to properly experience what it felt like to play football like Beckham.

But not long after play resumed, Huang Kaiwen collided with an opposing defender and felt as though the muscles in his thigh had torn apart. The pain pierced straight through his heart.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen clutching his thigh and rolling around on the ground, Ancelotti froze.

It was as though his entire world was collapsing.

When he came to his senses, he reacted like a mother whose child had been beaten up, waving both hands, hopping in place, and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Team doctor, team doctor, team doctor! Get out there, now!"