Damn it, should I get Barbara to pull some strings and replace the coach?
If Ancelotti found out I'd let his precious little daughter get a draft, wouldn't he make a voodoo doll and curse me, Huang?
Ancelotti was, after all, a master of the occult now. He knew quite a few people on the mystical side.
Better not provoke him.
To avoid Katia, Huang Kaiwen ran back to the team that afternoon.
"Woooow, who's this?"
Inzaghi cried dramatically. "I don't even recognize you anymore. How did security let a fan in?"
"Quit messing around. We'll go out together after the match."
"Really?" The moment he heard that, Inzaghi dropped the sarcasm and threw an arm around Huang Kaiwen's shoulders.
He had tried several times to turn Huang Kaiwen and Kaka into the "Three Musketeers of Nightclubs," but never succeeded.
Inzaghi had figured it out: to form the "Three Musketeers," he needed to win over Kaka. To win over Kaka, he first had to win over Huang Kaiwen.
"Really!"
"Great! You've finally decided to grow up, Peter Pan!"
Inzaghi said with a gratified expression.
He was already imagining Huang Kaiwen and Kaka feeding him passes on the pitch, while the three of them wreaked havoc off it. To celebrate the first step in the "Three Musketeers" conquering Milan, Inzaghi decided to find someone to make the arrangements.
At the very least, Kevin and Kaka had to enjoy themselves. Only then would the "Three Musketeers" have another outing.
Outside the coaching office in the administration building.
Knock, knock.
"Come in."
Ancelotti, who had been checking tomorrow's starting lineup, looked up and saw Huang Kaiwen. He asked with concern, "Are you better, Kevin? Why did you come to the team?"
"I'm better. I should be able to play. Put me in the