Chapter 190: Chapter 190

190: 0128 Fate, hahaha (please subscribe)_3 190: 0128 Fate, hahaha (please subscribe)_3 “Here you go, Kevin.” Kaka pulled out a newspaper from his pocket and handed it to Huang Kaiwen.

He sat down on the sofa.

Huang Kaiwen saw the front page of the Milan Sports Newspaper, which wrote about a prophecy from Ancient Rome: “Titus Livius recorded a prediction made by ancient Roman astrologers in 33 BC, stating that after 2038, or in 2005, a young man with black hair and black eyes would become the new Emperor.

Clearly, this man is Kevin, and the Emperor referred to here is the soccer Emperor, namely, winning the Ballon d’Or.

The astrologers had once predicted Nero’s fate as well: Nero would become the youngest Emperor of the Roman Empire, but he would also be a tyrant, even killing his own mother.

And this had already come to pass.”

Having poured himself a glass of water, Kaka came over and said, “See, there was a prophecy in Ancient Rome that you would win the Ballon d’Or!”

“These things are unpredictable,”

Huang Kaiwen said, rubbing his temples.

“I think it’s quite accurate,” Kaka said seriously, “the black hair and black eyes refer to a Chinese, and the only young Chinese man with such prestige in Italy is you!”

“Yeah, you’re right!”

Huang Kaiwen felt that Kaka’s words made sense.

This wave really is destiny calling me.

The lady plays it like it’s real.

She fooled the whole of Italy, no, the world.

Before playing the game.

Huang Kaiwen specifically checked social media and other countries’ newspaper websites.

All had reports of this archaeological discovery.

And many people actually believed it.

Even many netizens openly said he should get the Ballon d’Or.

Huang Kaiwen saw an interesting comment.

One netizen said, “If Kevin sleeps with my girlfriend, I’ll just poke a hole in the condom, and I’ll be able to have Kevin’s child.”

The reply below said, “You don’t need to poke a hole, because Kevin can break through any defense.”

Huang Kaiwen was numb to it all.

He quickly closed the webpage to play games.

His last name was Huang, not Cao.

This comment made Huang Kaiwen think of a matter involving a European tycoon.

A maid used something he left in an umbrella to get pregnant successfully and received a lot of money.

Huang Kaiwen reminded himself in his mind.

To be more careful about these things.

That night, Kaka stayed to have dinner at home.

Then they watched the match together.

Milan easily defeated Brugge 4:0 away, Sheva scored a great four goals.

Just as Huang Kaiwen thought.

Without the midfield core, Milan’s forwards perform better.

Kaka’s rise indeed suppressed Milan’s forwards.

Not to mention the addition of him, Huang somebody.

When going to sleep at night, Huang Kaiwen was smart.

He purposefully turned off his phone.

But he still couldn’t sleep in the next day.

Fat Ancelotti unexpectedly showed up.

He had Kaka wake him up.

After changing his clothes, Huang Kaiwen went downstairs, filled with anger.

Huang Kaiwen suspected that Fat Ancelotti was deliberately tormenting him.

Fat Ancelotti said excitedly, “A journalist from ‘France Football’ is here; your award is confirmed!”

Huang Kaiwen quickly responded with a smile.

It seemed he had wronged Fat Ancelotti.

“Where’s the journalist?

They need to take photos first, right?”

“The club arranged a hotel for him, he’s currently eating, and he’ll interview and photograph you in the afternoon,” Ancelotti said.

Kaka said with a bright smile, “Congratulations, Kevin!”

Huang Kaiwen showed a genuine smile.

Because of the Ballon d’Or, he had been troubled quite a bit in the past two months.

Now that the dust has settled, he could finally relax.

If he didn’t win the award soon, Huang Kaiwen was afraid the lady might cause a ruckus all the way to the moon.

His victory could also mean a few less troubles for European citizens.

Huang Kaiwen also met the journalist from “France Football.”

He looked unremarkable, just a regular sports journalist.

After more than an hour of photography, the journalist finally chose a satisfactory photo.

Huang Kaiwen was pretty exhausted.

“Alright, let’s start the interview.”

Huang Kaiwen sat across from the journalist.

“Kevin, how does it feel to get the Ballon d’Or?” the journalist asked.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said, “It’s a surprise, because once you get the Ballon d’Or, it means you are the best.”

“So, are you the best?” (laughs)

“That’s not for me to say, whoever the fans and others think is the best player, is the best,” Huang Kaiwen avoided the trap.

Even though Europe likes confident people.

Always boasting about oneself is rather annoying.

You’ve got the award already, a bit of humility makes people like you more.

Huang Kaiwen said, “They are all great players.

Ronaldinho is fantastic, his feet have magic – watching his games brings joy.

As for Lampard, he’s a different type of player, always running during the game with strong attacking power.”

“Okay, one last question, why do you think you succeeded?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.

I just want to do my job well, play well in every match, and then I end up here.

Of course, it’s also thanks to my teammates, the coach, yes, and the medics too!”

After a break from the UEFA Champions League matches, Huang Kaiwen returned to the team.

In the locker room, he saw Huang Kaiwen.

Inzaghi came over, putting his arm around Huang Kaiwen’s neck and said annoyed: “Damn it, how could you get Valentino’s endorsement, I think I’m more handsome than you!”

“Maybe you’re just not as famous as me,” Huang Kaiwen said while tying his shoes.

“That’s the most unfair part, why are you more famous than me?”