Chapter 189: Chapter 189

189: 0128 Fate, hahaha (please subscribe)_2 189: 0128 Fate, hahaha (please subscribe)_2 Wenger: “Kevin is the world’s best, he looks like a player from inside the game.”

Miss would not have publicized English football.

But what’s going on here?

Even Wenger, a top-notch manager, thinks highly of me, Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen felt it might be because he was too modest.

After dinner, Huang Kaiwen decided to take a stroll in Chinatown.

He said he had been in Milan but hadn’t visited Chinatown yet.

He heard that Milan’s Chinatown was the largest in Europe.

Huang Kaiwen was a bit curious.

After arriving, Huang Kaiwen discovered it was a complete fusion of local and Chinese elements.

The architectural style was mostly Mediterranean, with only the Chinese characters on the signboards and a few decorations revealing Chinese elements.

After walking around, he saw only a few snack shops.

This left Huang Kaiwen, who wanted to reminisce about Chinese-style pancakes, quite helpless.

In the end, he just bought a roast goose.

He didn’t know if it was authentic or not.

Regardless, today’s trip was overall rather disappointing.

It wasn’t quite what he had expected.

Preparing to go home and play video games,

Huang Kaiwen saw a group of elders gathering to play chess.

The scene was filled with the atmosphere of his hometown.

Huang Kaiwen moved closer to enjoy the spectacle.

Watching old men play chess in a foreign country seemed fresh to him.

Liu, you lost again.”

The winning elder looked up, and the crowd quickly dispersed.

Huang Kaiwen was a step too slow and got called over by the elder.

“Young man, how about a game?”

Huang Kaiwen subconsciously covered his pocket.

“We don’t play for money, just for fun in Chinese chess,” the elder said kindly, smiling.

Huang Kaiwen nodded and sat down opposite the elder.

Then Huang Kaiwen realized his mistake.

The elder was toying with him.

After four games, he lost all four, with little chance to resist.

On the chessboard, Huang Kaiwen was left with only six pieces, holding a pawn in his hand, unable to make a move.

“Huang Kai, will you hurry up.”

“Li, you’re disrupting my train of thought, that’s not how you play.”

Huang Kaiwen protested to Elder Li.

“Then hurry up, it’s going to get dark soon.”

“Aren’t I thinking here?” Huang Kaiwen looked down at his watch, it was almost 6 pm, he casually threw the pawn onto the board and said, “I still have to go home and cook, let’s save this game for later.”

Finishing his words, Huang Kaiwen got up and ran off.

Thinking he probably wouldn’t see them again.

Barbara, looking at Huang Kaiwen holding something, asked, “What’s this?”

“Roast goose, a kind of Chinese food.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, “I won it playing Chinese chess today, you know Chinese chess, right?

It’s similar to international chess.”

“Dear, you’re amazing!” Miss hugged him and kissed him, saying.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and helped with setting the table.

Getting home just in time for dinner, he had timed it perfectly.

“When will they announce those discoveries?”

During dinner, Huang Kaiwen asked.

Miss said frankly, “It was meant to boost your chances of winning; there should be news tonight, let’s watch TV.”

It was the same familiar historian, wearing the same brown jacket, speaking non-stop, “These discoveries come from the Ancient Roman Empire, including documents left by Titus Livius, Cicero, and others, as well as some sacrificial and divination tools, a great victory for Italian archaeology.

We will announce our findings to the whole world next.”

Huang Kaiwen simply could not watch.

If he didn’t know the truth,

He would have thought what the historian said was true.

How did this historian get such good acting skills?

Huang Kaiwen, with heavy thoughts, went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Soon after, Miss entered, insisting on giving him nutrition.

But lactose intolerance is a physical condition, drinking milk easily makes you throw up.

Seeing Miss running to the bathroom,

Huang Kaiwen shook his head helplessly.

Many people can’t afford meals, yet you’re wasting milk.

Huang Kaiwen received a phone call early in the morning.

He answered the phone gruffly, “Coach, I’ve already said I’m injured, you should be in Belgium right now, still thinking about calling me.”

A weak voice came from the other end of the phone: “Kevin, I’m not the coach.”

“Ricardo, what’s up?”

Huang Kaiwen asked listlessly.

He felt he should advise Kaka, he’s no kid, shouldn’t call people early in the morning.

“You’re in the newspapers!” Kaka shouted excitedly from the other end.

“I’m in the newspapers every day, what’s the big deal?”

“The paper says you should win the Ballon d’Or, it’s written on that Ancient Roman stele.”

“That magical?” Huang Kaiwen responded absentmindedly, suddenly jolting upright in bed and asking, “Wait, shouldn’t you be with the team in Brugge by now, how can you read Italian newspapers?”

“I felt a bit uncomfortable during training, so I stayed in Milan,” Kaka said.

Huang Kaiwen felt Kaka’s words sounded familiar.

Wasn’t that the same thing he always said to Ancelotti?

“Alright, shall we play video games together today?” Huang Kaiwen asked.

“You open the door for me first, I’m at your doorstep, it saves bothering Mr.

Huang Kaiwen went downstairs to open the door in his pajamas.

The cold on his face couldn’t stop Kaka’s excitement.

After entering, Kaka looked at Huang Kaiwen’s dark circles and asked, “Kevin, did you not rest well?”

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself you could have called later and I would have rested fine.

Mainly because he had played games late into the night with Miss, and he didn’t know how she managed to get up for work in the morning.

“Yeah, a little insomnia,”

Huang Kaiwen then said.