After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 91 - 0089 Jujutsu Kaisen Round Three

Didn’t go with everyone to get used to the pitch.

The young lady went to have a heart-to-heart with the Wizard with bodyguards in tow.

Huang Kaiwen went back to his room to go online.

Unexpectedly, it was already very lively back in China.

His fan forum had gathered hundreds of thousands of fans.

And there was a heated discussion about the final.

"Huang Kaiwen might get taken off the field in a second, he’s just made of glass."

"Idiot up there, Liverpool is far worse than Juventus, Huang Kaiwen will definitely thrash Pool."

"Are you a Manchester fan? Dog damn it."

"Bullshit, I’ve been an Everton fan for 20 years!"

"Stop talking nonsense, guess how long Huang Kaiwen will last."

"Less than 5 minutes."

"90 minutes, Huang Kaiwen often gets injured towards the end of the match."

"I reckon he’s a substitute, Ancelotti hasn’t announced the starting lineup yet, it’s even possible he’s injured and won’t be able to play at all."

"That’s also possible. Huang Kaiwen just got lucky before and recovered well, does he always have such good luck? Ancelotti’s sudden lineup change and Huang Kaiwen going to the hospital is the best proof."

"It annoys me just thinking about it, Milan drew again without Huang Kaiwen. Now they’re tied with Juventus, only leading by goal difference."

"Milan might not even win the last round, they have one more UEFA Champions League final to play than Juventus."

"It’s also possible Juventus goes all out to score more goals to overtake."

Huang Kaiwen casually registered a new account.

He replied, "Is there a possibility that the amazing referees will decide the champion?"

Only then did he remember that the Telefonata scandal was about to erupt.

Better to make good relations with Barbara and the folks in Turin beforehand, as it’s Turin that will be reviewing the Telefonata scandal.

Make preparations in advance.

Then later make a TV series to accuse Juventus of manipulating referees without any bottom line.

Just throw all the blame on Juventus.

After replying a few more times in the forum, Huang Kaiwen continued chopping down Legends.

The teammates came back and all had lunch together.

The assistant coach said, "Somebody wants to interview us, it’s a journalist from China, Kevin are you going?"

"Let’s do it."

Thinking he hadn’t had a proper exclusive interview yet.

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

Greeting domestic fans through the newspapers wasn’t a bad idea.

After all, everyone was curious about how long he could last.

He met the other party in the hotel conference room.

Quite a presentable appearance, a refined looking middle-aged man at first glance.

"Hello, Huang Kaiwen, I’m Liang Ximing from Sports Boat News."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Why is it this guy?

In simple terms, a newspaper that often spouts nonsense, one of the more rubbish among a bunch of trash journalists.

The smile on Huang Kaiwen’s face gradually froze, but a second later, he brought his acting skills to the forefront, smiling even more warmly.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Liang, I’ve always been a big fan of the Serie A special edition you host."

Huang Kaiwen shook his hand firmly, pulling Liang Ximing to sit down together.

Liang Ximing was somewhat taken aback.

After all, Chinese people aren’t very welcomed in Europe, let alone Chinese journalists.

He’s suffered countless cold shouldering abroad.

Although Huang Kaiwen was Chinese,

he was a Serie A star too.

After some small talk, Liang Ximing took out his notebook and began to ask questions.

"Italian media says you haven’t trained much lately, can you play in the UEFA Champions League final?"

"My body is in great shape, there’s no issue with me playing," Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"How well do you know Liverpool, the opponent?"

"Bill Shankly, boot room culture, former rulers of Europe. I’m not at all surprised that they’ve made it back to the Champions League final. Great clubs only decline temporarily, they’re bound to shine again one day."

Huang Kaiwen continued.

"That’s high praise. What do you know about their players?"

"The coach has done a lot of analysis, and I’m quite familiar with Liverpool players. I’ve watched plenty of their match recordings and I’m fully prepared for the game."

Liang Ximing asked another question: "What are your hobbies in your spare time?"

"Sometimes I write books, but mostly I watch match recordings to improve myself."

Upon hearing this, Liang Ximing perked up and asked, "Is ’The King of Football in Milan’ mentioned on Tianya Community written by you, is that the case?"

"Yes, that’s right, I didn’t expect it to be discovered."

"What does your pen name ’Summoning the Dead Wife’s Technique’ mean? Does it contain a poignant story, like your first love dying of illness and you’ve always regarded her as your wife in your heart?"

"Mr. Liang, you’re overthinking it. The pen name has to do with a writing senior of mine."

"Oh?" Liang Ximing’s interest piqued, he asked, "Did he give you a lot of help?"

"Not at all, after gaining fame he always tried to smash others’ bowls. The pen name is just to remind myself not to become the next him, that’s all."

Hearing this explanation, Liang Ximing lost interest.

He asked a few more questions about Huang Kaiwen’s parents, then prepared to leave.

"Wait a second, Liang,"

Huang Kaiwen called out to Liang Ximing.

He went back to his room to open his suitcase, from which he took out a bundle of Euros, then grabbed one of his own jerseys to bring along as he left.

He, Huang, was certainly not short on money.

That newspaper had significant influence among the fans.

In this era, print media still reigned as the king of public opinion. It was his first exclusive interview, so he might as well buy some goodwill to prevent them from writing nonsense.

"A jersey isn’t worth much, please keep it as a memento,"

Huang Kaiwen handed over the jersey.

Liang Ximing took it and his eyes widened.

He already had a guess in mind, and his heart thumped in anticipation.

After all, you can’t use domestic currency abroad, can you?

Watching Liang Ximing leave quickly, Huang Kaiwen breathed a sigh of relief.

How does that saying go?

Better to offend a gentleman than a villain.

The money he had spent, he would earn back just by sitting in the stands for a while.

It really wasn’t a big deal.

...

That evening, the whole team watched TV together.

The media were still introducing the personnel accompanying both teams.

Ancelotti’s hired Wizard didn’t count.

Benitez, however, had brought along quite a few people for support.

Apart from J.K. Rowling, Liverpool’s American owner even invited Stephen King.

Upon seeing this, Huang Kaiwen thought,

Well, damn,

looks like the third round of Jujutsu Kaisen is about to start.

Those Americans invited Stephen King, why didn’t they invite James Wan too?

When Ancelotti saw the news, he hastily departed.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t need to ask to know he went to "consult" with those "Wizards."

With the lady’s bodyguards watching,

they couldn’t cause much trouble.

...

The next day.

May 24th.

Luckily, Ancelotti had the players train indoors.

Huang Kaiwen finally didn’t need to make excuses to avoid it.

Although his level was a bit lacking right now, it didn’t really matter.

His teammates took it as him not being serious.

It was just that magical.

The outside world’s speculations about the UEFA Champions League final became increasingly ludicrous.

The Sun newspaper even definitively claimed the Vatican had dispatched heresy tribunal members to Istanbul to safeguard Huang Kaiwen.

Even more amusingly, in Scotland’s capital, Glasgow,

trouble had erupted because of the final too.

As everyone knows, Glasgow’s two football teams’ fans aren’t divided by class, but by religious faith.

They are either Catholics or Protestants.

Naturally, the Catholics joined the Vatican in supporting AC Milan.

And those Protestant Rangers FC fans weren’t actually supporting Liverpool; they were just opposing whoever the Celtic fans supported.

The two sides erupted into a fierce battle over this.

A large-scale bloody conflict ensued.

They had a tumultuous night.

Finally, the day of the match arrived.

May 25th.

When Huang Kaiwen woke up in the morning, he saw the lady had already gotten up and was putting on makeup.

Noticing he was awake, the lady took out the bespoke suit she had prepared for him.

"I’ll have to change into my uniform at the stadium anyway, I can just wear my sports clothes,"

Huang Kaiwen shook his head, declining.

"No, there will be a lot of journalists tonight, it’s imperative that you are the most handsome one." Saying so, Barbara began to dress Huang Kaiwen in a shirt and fuss over him again.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen all spruced up in the tailored attire,

Barbara finally nodded satisfactorily.

"We have more than 10 hours until the match, am I supposed to wear this all day?"

"Just one day, try to endure it,"

Huang Kaiwen reluctantly nodded.

Suddenly, he rummaged for a scratch card from his luggage and quickly scratched it off,

Upon seeing the jackpot symbol on it,

Huang Kaiwen smiled.

Even the heavens are helping me, how can Liverpool win?

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