Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197
Chapter 1197: Chapter 368: Happiness Is Like a Virus That Spreads
The other person grabbed him and said, “Take the left path at the fork, hide in the shadows, I’ll distract those two idiots.”
Before Boas could refuse, the other person had already dragged him to the intersection, shoved Boas away, and threw the bag he was holding into Boas’s arms.
Boas looked bewildered.
But still quickly hid in a flower bed of a nearby house.
Even if his identity wasn’t a problem, getting caught in disguise would cause some trouble.
Because of what happened at the Tower of London last time, he was punished with community service.
Watching as the police chased away, their footsteps gradually fading.
Only then did Boas remove the leaves from his head and rise from the flower bed.
What a mess, he originally intended to find out about the situation at Grave Street No. 46, but somehow he was mistaken for a thief.
Although he occasionally uses some magic items.
He is fundamentally different from those thieves who steal for money.
The “colleague” he met today was quite righteous, but Boas wasn’t about to stay here waiting for him.
He glanced at the street sign.
He chose a concealed route, zigzagging back to his apartment.
After undoing his disguise and taking a shower.
He finally remembered the bag the other person had thrown to him.
He opened it and was stunned.
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Identical to the magic items he had bought before, but in even better condition.
Boas felt that this might be a sign from above; at least he hadn’t been busy for nothing that day.
Huang Kaiwen woke up after ten.
Going downstairs, he found Cassano and Ramos; one was sprawled on the sofa, and the other was lying on the floor, with the TV connected to the PS game console still on.
Obviously, the two had played through almost the entire night again.
Albert slightly bowed and said.
“Did you cover them?”
Huang Kaiwen asked as he sat at the dining table.
“Yes, otherwise they’d catch a cold.” Albert said, “Recently, the night weather in London has been dropping sharply.”
“Yeah, the weather here is awful.”
Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.
Albert quickly prepared the newspaper and breakfast for Huang Kaiwen and quietly stood aside.
After Paul gave that bird to Cassano, he didn’t have much to do.
Just occasionally tidying up the flowerbed and helping Huang Kaiwen with his schedule.
Huang Kaiwen took a sip of his coffee and opened The Sun newspaper.
The front page of The Sun was about a theft, and the person who lost his stuff was the tycoon James Ratcliffe.
This man is the boss of the Ineos Chemicals Group.
Who would have thought someone like him would have things go missing at home?
Talking about this, one has to thank Ronaldo for intercepting his [Golden Prison Award], which turned out to be really useful.
Right now, Ronaldo is still contributing in Milan.
Although his competitive level has dropped significantly, his commercial value remains; at least his salary can be earned back, making the signing not too much of a loss.
The third page is still about those androids.
Continuing to flip through, Huang Kaiwen saw news that made him laugh and cry.
Because of him, a considerable number of newborn males in England this year were named Kevin.
Picturing such a scenario is terrifying.
One Kevin in the Ma Family is quite enough for the Yellow Ball King to handle.
Next, with baby carriages full of Kevins throughout London, how can the Yellow Ball King spend his days?
The Times: “Wenger showed remarkable restraint during this match; he didn’t criticize the referee or complain. Perhaps he has gotten used to such things. According to Henry in our phone interview, Chelsea has become head and shoulders above others because of Kevin.”
Manchester Evening News: “10 touches, 7 feints, Kevin once again proved to the world with his performance that he is the strongest player on this planet.”
Daily Mail: “After Boas left the coaching seat yesterday, it took him about half an hour to return, and his body was still covered with raven feathers. According to information provided by Wembley Stadium staff, someone pried open the storage room at Wembley during Boas’s absence from the coaching seat, took out fireworks, and brutally massacred the ravens gathered at Wembley. Very soon, Boas will be contacted by the police and animal protection organizations, and we wish him good luck.”
This really happened?
No wonder Boas had feathers on him then.
Probably just some superstitious behavior causing it.
But with the animal protection organization involved, Boas’s trouble might be significant.
Around noon, the Terrys came over.
Ramos and Cassano were still not awake.
Upon entering and seeing the two, Terry asked, “What’s going on here?”
“It’s exactly what you see.”
Huang Kaiwen shrugged and said.
Ramos and Cassano, when together, never stayed quiet.
They could always find opportunities to compete in the most inexplicable places, resulting in an endless competition.
It’s always the case, only when both are exhausted does the match come to an end.
Next, teammates arrived one after another.
Huang Kaiwen stuck with roasting meat as usual.
After all, there’s fun in doing it yourself, and you don’t need to hire many people.
Unfortunately, it rained in London today.
A group of people had to stay inside eating takeout.
Having been in the UK this long, it was only the second time Huang Kaiwen ate fried chicken and chips.
A nibble here and there is pretty tasty.
“There’s nothing interesting indoors.”
Holding a chicken wing, Ashley Cole complained, “If I knew it would be , I would’ve gone out to play. I’ve met some new friends recently.”