Kevin Terry

Kevin Terry

Huang Kaiwen let out a long sigh.

He really was the best brother in the world. Since Kaka was destined to be his good brother, he might as well keep Nani. Not only that, he would bring Lieven Maesschalck back when the time came, then poach Dr. Meersseman, whom Huang Kaiwen respected most, and turn Milan Lab into a true "cutting-edge laboratory" of world football.

That was right.

Even if he could no longer extend his rest through misdiagnosis, Huang Kaiwen could still cling to the big shots!

As long as everyone on the team stayed healthy, this injury-prone guy would definitely get fewer chances to play. Wouldn't he be able to lie back and make money then?

When the road seemed to end amid mountains and rivers, a new village appeared beneath shady willows and blooming flowers.

Huang Kaiwen finally saw the light.

He got it.

Gather all the miracle doctors at Milan. Once Milan's players were all healthy, would he, Huang, still need to play?

No way!

Even if Ancelotti thought he had ability, he had barely built any chemistry with his teammates. Ancelotti would definitely prioritize a stable starting lineup.

Fine. That was the plan.

[Ding, obtained 20 Fate Points]

[Changed the fate of future Ballon d'Or winner Kaka]

Another notification?

Still, displaying fate took quite a while. Huang Kaiwen could only wait until his teammates had left first.

Otherwise, Barbara would think he had fallen into the toilet.

Once he came out, Huang Kaiwen immediately greeted his teammates again and called them over to help.

Today's menu was Argentine barbecue. AC Milan couldn't let Inter Milan outdo them, could they? As the event organizer, he would lose face otherwise. From now on, whatever Inter had, Milan had to have too. And whatever Inter did not have, Milan had to have as well. He would arrange everything perfectly for his teammates.

Doing it themselves was actually rather fun.

"Albert, bring out a few more cases of champagne. That Louis Roederer stuff. My teammates have to drink their fill today. If anyone doesn't get drunk, it means I, Huang Kaiwen, haven't been hospitable enough." Seeing that there was not much alcohol left, Huang Kaiwen directly called over the butler.

Holding a glass, Huang Kaiwen sidled up to the teammates grilling meat and cracked a dirty joke. "This Louis Roederer champagne—the salesman told me Napoleon's wife Eugénie personally chewed it up to ferment it. Let's have a taste of what a French empress tastes like."

"Kevin, isn't it Louis Roederer? What does that have to do with Napoleon?"

Digao, who had come with his older brother, asked quietly.

Huang Kaiwen threw an arm around Kaka's younger brother. Kaka's brother was his brother too. In an earnest tone, he said, "Don't worry about whose wife she was. As long as she was a French wife, that's enough. If you want to drink Napoleon's wife next time, I'll get you some."

"Hahaha, a toast to the French wife!"

"To the wife!"

Maldini, who was in charge of grilling, raised his glass with a helpless smile, and the Milan players followed suit, making a racket.

Compared to those elegant occasions, the players liked this atmosphere more.

At first, Milan's players had been intimidated by the food, clothing, and luxuries at Huang Kaiwen's home, and they had all been somewhat restrained. But after Huang Kaiwen stirred things up, they quickly relaxed.

At the end of the day, most players came from working-class families. Even if they tried to put on airs, they could not fake an aristocratic bearing.

The women, on the other hand, were much more civilized and chatted happily too.

Barbara was not some useless rich second-generation heir. She was excellent at dealing with people, while the captain's wife Adriana was a capable homemaker. One was the boss's daughter and the other the captain's wife; together, they could easily hold the room together.

After a while, the band arrived, and everyone really got into it.

They sang along with the band to "Old Time Rock and Roll."

Huang Kaiwen noticed Kaka glancing several times at his PS2, so he simply pulled Kaka into the house.

"Interested? Want to play for a while?"

"Sure!" Kaka rubbed his hands together twice, picked up a controller, and said, "I mostly play Winning Eleven."

"Fine, let's play a few matches. I play it at home too."

"That's great. I'm pretty good, so you'd better watch out." Kaka smiled brightly. He had finally found a friend willing to play games with him.

Huang Kaiwen instantly picked Real Madrid, while Kaka went silent for a moment before choosing AC Milan.

In Winning Eleven 8, the teams were extremely unbalanced. Premier League and Bundesliga clubs were practically just there to make up the numbers. Only Real Madrid and Milan were truly top-tier; teams like Inter Milan and Arsenal had glaring weaknesses. As for the future two great rivals, their attributes in the game were not even as good as those of third-rate players.

Ten-minute matches went by quickly. Huang Kaiwen beat Kaka 3–1, relying on Ronaldo's bugged physicality.

Kaka took the initiative and said they should switch to national teams. Huang Kaiwen nodded and instantly picked Brazil.

Kaka: ...

After another silence, Kaka chose Italy.

Kaka wanted to use Vieri against Ronaldo.

Unfortunately, Italy's other players were very average in the game, especially the fullbacks. They were nowhere near Cafu and Roberto Carlos, so Kaka still lost to Huang Kaiwen 3–1.

Still unconvinced, Kaka suggested again, "Let's play the Bundesliga."

"Fine. You pick first."

Kaka chose Bayern Munich against Huang Kaiwen's Werder Bremen.

After losing two straight, Kaka finally edged Huang Kaiwen 2–1. Makaay scored twice to defeat Micoud and Miroslav Klose.

Kaka had finally won once and was not satisfied yet when Digao came over to find him. "Everyone's getting ready to leave."

Kaka could only put down the controller regretfully. "We'll play again when we have time. Next time, I'll show you what I can do."

"Sure."

Huang Kaiwen got up to see his teammates off.

Playing Winning Eleven had been all about getting closer to Kaka. He had read in a magazine before that Kaka loved Winning Eleven 8.

To be fair, he was far more comfortable and much better at Winning Eleven with a keyboard than with a controller. After trying it today, Huang Kaiwen decided not to use a keyboard when playing Kaka.

Games were only fun when both sides won and lost. If Kaka kept getting crushed, he would probably give up before long.

After seeing his teammates off and kissing the young miss, Huang Kaiwen finally used taking a shower as an excuse to enter the bathroom again.

He tapped Display Fate below.

Images immediately appeared.

[Kaka hit it off with you at first sight, and the two of you often played games together.]

[Later, Kaka discovered that you were not only excellent at football but also witty and humorous. He often invited you out to have fun.]

[You met Kaka's girlfriend, Caroline.]

[Because you were often recovering from injuries and Kaka needed to train, whenever Caroline came from Brazil and Kaka had no time, you would take Caroline around to have fun. After all, she was a beauty.]

[Caroline developed feelings for you and took the initiative to confess to Kaka.]

[Kaka was somewhat irritated. Fortunately, he had dated before and had experience, so he decided to break up with Caroline.]

[You felt that Kaka would divorce sooner or later anyway, and you had sacrificed quite a bit for Kaka, so you accepted Caroline. Sometimes, when Kaka saw you with Caroline, he felt a little unhappy. Later, he injured his knee, and after you carefully looked after him, Kaka was deeply moved and no longer held any resentment.]

[Kaka accepted the proposal of the beautiful female fan Cristina Sampaio. They got married, and you were the best man.]

[The experienced Cristina Sampaio was not as innocent as Caroline. Kaka was drained dry and developed an injury-prone constitution.]

[Kaka gradually ended up watching matches from the stands with you. The two of you often drank maté together in the stands.]

[Kaka declined rapidly and was no longer called up to the national team. Afraid that Kaka might do something foolish, you took him out to indulge himself. Kaka felt that brothers were the best people in the world.]

[Kaka's child was born, but unfortunately, he got divorced and was at a loss as a single father.]

[Barbara gave you and Kaka contract extensions and decided to build a hotel suite in the stands, so you could play games whenever you got bored watching matches, while Kaka could also look after his child.]

[Through your introduction, Kaka married a little rich woman.]

[You were both wealthy and had no interest in football anymore, so you wanted to retire, but Barbara refused. Barbara had heard of a Japanese player named Kazuyoshi Miura who had played for a very long time. She hoped your career would last longer than Kazuyoshi Miura's.]

[Your son and Kaka's son received professional contracts.]

[In 2030, when the sixty-three-year-old Kazuyoshi Miura renewed his contract, you and Kaka renewed yours as well.]

[In 2040, you finally outlasted active player Kazuyoshi Miura, but your career was still not longer than his. Barbara was reluctant to let you retire, so Kaka could only continue playing alongside you. You, Kaka, and your son often played Fight the Landlord in the stands, while only Kaka's son battled on the pitch.]

[The team suffered an injury crisis, and fans furiously protested that the three-man stands group was occupying registration slots. Milan president Barbara remained unmoved. The fans tried to report the matter to UEFA, but unfortunately Barbara covered the sky with one hand. Money talked, and the fans failed.]

[Kaka lived to eighty-two. At the time of his death, he was still officially a Milan player. On his deathbed, Kaka gripped your hand tightly and refused to let go. His voice was faint, but you heard him clearly: "The last time we played Fight the Landlord, you still owed me eighty-two euros."]