Chapter 457: Chapter 457

Making money at home is no big deal, making it abroad is what’s awesome.

The Yellow Ball King decided to cultivate Liben’s fanbase properly.

I heard that some white-collar workers even go into the night trade to support their favorite gigolos, such dedicated fans are exactly what a high-quality idol like the Yellow Ball King needs.

In the evening, teammates and their families gathered at Huang Kaiwen’s house.

Embarrassingly enough, despite having a good relationship with Raul, this was the first time he met Raul’s two sons.

Raul’s eldest, Jorge Blanco, was just over 7 years old, and the second boy, Hugo Blanco, was just over 5.

Huang Kaiwen entertained the kids by playing video games with them, going through a few levels of Mario.

Jorge put down the controller and said to him, "Uncle Kevin, you’re really awesome, not just good at soccer but also at playing games, even better than my dad."

"Your dad is awesome too,"

Huang Kaiwen replied.

"I’ve made up my mind, I don’t want Real Madrid’s number 7 jersey anymore, I want number 10!"

Jorge excitedly said.

"Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of time for that,"

Huang Kaiwen said, shaking his head.

The two kids in Raul’s family didn’t seem to have much talent, not even as much as Ma’s Daniel.

"I love playing soccer!"

"Do you guys like playing games?"

"Good, you can also compete in playing games,"

Huang Kaiwen suggested.

If you’ve got no talent, better to not play soccer.

Professional soccer, even at the second division level, is a cutthroat world, and almost everyone is a standout from the youth leagues.

These soccer stars’ progeny can make it through the youth teams, but their later development shows that most of them get ahead because of their parents’ influence. Houses like Ma’s where three generations can play in top leagues are practically miracles.

It’s quite rare for even two generations to play in top leagues.

Huang Kaiwen had no particular impression of the two kids, which suggested they didn’t have a future in soccer. Wouldn’t it be better to play games? Once Kevin Uncle bought Riot, he could set them up with professional gaming in Europe, and if things ever got tough against the Koreans, Kevin Uncle could even arrange for someone to pull their internet cable.

"Thanks for the trouble, Kevin,"

Maman, Raul’s wife, said to Huang Kaiwen.

"It’s nothing, I enjoy playing with kids,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"They both really enjoy watching you play,"

Maman said with a smile.

"Then I should thank them even more for their support,"

Huang Kaiwen said, nodding.

His popularity as the Yellow Ball King among soccer stars’ second generation wasn’t mere hype.

Almost all the second-generation fans in Milan were his fans.

Ma’s two sons were even die-hard fans of his.

Huang Kaiwen was just worried that if Ma’s third child turned out to be talented and stubbornly went after the number 10 jersey, no one would carry on with the number 3 jersey — that would be a sin.

"You two can’t play anymore, give your eyes a rest,"

the two children pleaded.

Watching the two kids being led away,

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but reflect: parents all over the world are the same.

When he was young and played on his game console, his parents wouldn’t let him play too much either.

They’d even hide the controllers when they went out, and when Huang Kaiwen found and played with them, he had to quickly grab something cold from the fridge and put it on the TV if he felt his parents were coming back, to cool down the TV so they wouldn’t notice it was warm from use.

Once he grew up and went to internet cafes, he still needed to find a place to hang out for a while afterward to shake off the smell of cigarette smoke.

Thinking about how he’d have to be a parent in the future, Huang Kaiwen had no idea what the best way to raise kids would be.

After sitting in the room for a while, he went outside to watch the game with everyone.

The three yellow-haired kids played with wild enthusiasm, and the spectators enjoyed it immensely.

"Ask the world if this mountain is the highest, or if there’s a place higher than heaven. In the world, there are mountains higher than this, but no love is better than yours..."

Capello sat on the sofa watching videotapes.

He had been studying Chinese for over a year now, and could only say he learned some basics.

Language, especially a language as different from Italian as Chinese, requires an immersive environment to make significant progress.

Right now, he knew some simple conversations, his reading was okay, but writing was a lot worse.

When borrowing videotapes before, he heard Capello was studying Taoism, so the store recommended him this movie.

As he watched, Capello felt that the Taoist priests in the movie weren’t powerful at all. Not like the profound mysteries described in the books he read before.

When he saw the Tiāngāng Běidǒu Formation, Capello’s eyes lit up.

Finally, something impressive!

Could the few new players plus two more form a formation? Could such an arrangement be incorporated into soccer tactics? Could it restrict opponents during a game? Could it ensure Kevin doesn’t get hurt?

With such possibilities in mind,

Capello couldn’t sit still.

Just before leaving China, he bought a few "Taoism ancient books" at a market.

They might come in handy now.

Capello hurriedly stood up and rushed to his study, picked up an ancient book on the table, and opened it, only to realize he couldn’t recognize most of the characters.

Capello knew that translating might lose the original meaning.

He laboriously went through various dictionaries, and after two hours, he had just managed to understand the beginning and its general meaning.

Capello slowly read out loud from the A4 paper, "The way of heaven is to reduce the excess and fill the insufficient, hence, the empty triumphs over the full, the insufficient triumphs over the surplus..."

Huang Kaiwen returned to soccer practice with the team.

There were new teammates, and it was time to strengthen bonds.

Due to Beckham’s scandals, there were more reporters at the entrance of the training base.

"That guy should have gone to Hollywood sooner,"

Cassano complained during a training break.