National Honor: Huang Family's Eleventh Son

Saint Kevin Stadium had finally become jointly ruled by two saints.

Besides Saint Kevin, there was now Saint Paul.

The kid's performance had earned him that title, and most importantly, unlike Saint Casillas, he didn't have a journalist girlfriend.

If something went wrong in Milan's locker room and inside information leaked, it would be easy to identify the suspect.

First, rule out anyone surnamed Huang and anyone related to Huang Kaiwen by blood.

That didn't leave many people on the team.

Interestingly, this incident had helped Paul's relationship progress more smoothly.

Because some Nerazzurri had turned against Amelia's father and stopped helping him.

And his attitude was no longer quite so firm.

The only question was whether Kaka had influenced him, making him insist on waiting until after marriage to live together.

Huang Kaiwen had almost wanted to tell him the truth. Damn it, Kaka hadn't followed that rule before marriage either.

The kid's mind was just a little too rigid.

Huang Kaiwen couldn't even be bothered to say anything to him.

As the first team's manager, he had plenty of things to deal with.

So he had yet to make an appearance since the start of the season.

Huang Kaiwen didn't care much about that.

Even if he failed to make enough appearances by the end of the season and couldn't get a medal, it didn't matter. He was only worried that UEFA and the Italian Football Federation might disagree, classify Huang the Ball King as a goalkeeper, and insist on giving him a medal.

It wasn't as if something like that had never happened before.

"Kevin, lately I've felt that the first team has declined a little."

Ramos found Huang Kaiwen and said.

"How so?" Huang Kaiwen tossed his handheld console into a drawer, looked up, and asked.