Chapter 745: Chapter 745

The teammates tried to separate the two, but Cassano was still looking for an opportunity to start a fight.

"Don’t know, they started fighting when we arrived,"

Higuain usually arrived early, but what was with Cassano?

You have to understand that Salgado was always one of the first few to arrive at the base.

For Cassano to arrive even earlier than Salgado, was he really that motivated?

"Tell me what’s going on,"

Huang Kaiwen looked at Cassano and asked.

These two, they are teammates he got along well with.

One was his good brother Huang, and the other was a reserve for Yellow Ball King; he had to handle this carefully.

Cassano snorted coldly.

"Kevin is asking you, asshole!"

Ramos said, dissatisfied.

Higuain’s gaze darted away, and he kept his head down, too scared to speak.

"Why aren’t you guys out for training yet?"

Galbiati asked, knocking on the door.

"How do you two want to solve this?"

Cassano stiffened his neck and didn’t speak, Higuain still kept his head down.

For the sake of maintaining dressing room harmony, Yellow Ball King had to step in.

"You guys go out and train, and also talk to the coach about the situation, tell him not to worry, I’ll handle it,"

Raul nodded and said, "Then give it a try."

They had tried to persuade them for a long time to no avail, so they could only rely on Huang Kaiwen now.

If it could be solved within the dressing room, that would be best, as players didn’t like to take dressing room problems to the coach.

Especially with someone of Capello’s tough personality, they could easily become the target of his anger.

"Sergio, watch the door, don’t let anyone else come in,"

Cassano was a bit of a difficult character, and Higuain had a special skill.

Huang Kaiwen suspected today’s matter wasn’t something he wanted more people to know about.

"Leave it to me, not even a fly will get in,"

"Big talker, do you think you’re an electric fly swatter?"

"Asshole, are you asking to be hit?"

Ramos asked, moving forward to start a fight.

Huang Kaiwen hurriedly stopped Ramos.

Cassano really knew how to make a mess of things.

Huang Kaiwen pushed Ramos out and then sat down on the bench, asking, "Tell me, why did you fight?"

"I even went easy on him when I hit him!"

Cassano pointed at Higuain and said.

Higuain didn’t argue back and still kept his head down.

"Gonzalo, tell me what happened?"

Higuain hesitated to speak, feeling that speaking out about this matter would not sound good.

"Forget it, I don’t want to know who’s right and who’s wrong between you guys, I just want to know if you can reconcile?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Huang Kaiwen stood up, pulled over a stool, and kicking the stool towards the two men said, "Get on."

"I don’t want to get on," Cassano protested.

Huang Kaiwen glared at Cassano.

"Just get on, really."

Cassano muttered as he walked over and stepped onto the stool.

Not daring to resist, Higuain took the initiative, walked over, lifted his foot, and with his hand supporting the back of the chair behind Cassano, he stepped onto the stool.

Both men, being professional soccer players with well-developed muscles, stood cramped on a high-back chair.

Huang Kaiwen massaged his temples.

Being face to face was indeed not ideal.

Real Madrid already had a philosophical vibe, better not to create another couple of lovers.

It was necessary to adjust the position of the two men.

"You two, stand back to back."

commanded Huang Kaiwen.

The two men resigned themselves to their fate and carefully turned around, standing back to back on the chair.

Huang Kaiwen casually took two shoelaces from the locker, used his hands to position Cassano’s and Higuain’s arms correctly—Cassano’s elbow was bent around Higuain—and then bound the two together with the shoelaces.

Waving his cell phone, Huang Kaiwen said, "We’ve got all day, we can take it slow. If you make up, you can come down from the stool. But if you fall off before making up, I’ll hand you over to the coach."

He really did not want to see Capello at this time.

With Capello’s methods, being demoted to the B team was considered light.

Huang Kaiwen pulled a CD out of his bag, wore the headphones, and cranked up the volume.

Cassano and Higuain on the stool could both hear Shakira’s singing coming from the headphones.

After a few minutes of silence, a somewhat bored Cassano asked, "Hey, why did you mess with Fabio’s car?"

Higuain still couldn’t bring himself to say it.

"Do you know how much trouble I was in when his car had issues? I suspect he thinks I did it, so tell me how you’re going to fix this."

Cassano elbowed Higuain as he spoke.

Higuain apologized in a low voice.

"Nevermind... I get it now! It’s because Fabio often makes you warm up and then doesn’t let you play, right?"

Cassano exclaimed as he had a sudden realization.

He was quick on the uptake, quite clever.

Higuain murmured in response.

"You’ve got guts, back in Rome, as much as they disliked him, no one dared touch his car,"

Cassano excitedly said, "Today, the way you executed it was like street tagging. I’ve done that with my neighbors before, but didn’t you know there are hidden cameras in the parking lot now?"

"I know, so I was waiting for the right moment!"

"Couldn’t you have waited for a break, gone to his house, and done it? Fabio’s house doesn’t have cameras anymore, right?"

Higuain’s eyes widened as he turned, pushing Cassano off in the process, and then he too fell off the chair.

Huang Kaiwen was startled and quickly took off his headphones to ask, "What happened to you guys?"