0019 Something serious happened, Kevin got injured!

The heiress of Giovanni Ferrero, the chocolatier, the fourth-generation successor of Fendi, Paola Fendi, the granddaughter of Piero Ferrari, Joanna Ferrari, Silvana Armani, who's in charge of the design department at Armani, and Julia Rosso, the daughter of Diesel's founder, Lorenzo Rosso…

Starting from their teens until they crossed into their early thirties, Barbara's friends were essentially from prominent Italian families.

Although these young heiresses hadn't taken over power yet, they could easily pool their money to buy AC Milan.

Take the heiress from the wealthiest Ferrero family, for instance; she had a huge allowance since she was a child, receiving yachts as birthday gifts, yachts!!!

Be's CANALE5 is the most profitable television station in Italy, and today the director, upon seeing the heiresses in the stands, also laughed in surprise and said, "Kevin sure has a lot of clout; Barbara actually brought so many friends to cheer for him. Just a word from any of their elders could influence related industries and the economy of Italy."

Paola Fendi, looking curiously at the Milan players warming up on the field, pointed to the only Asian person and asked, "Is that your boyfriend, Barbara?"

"Yes, well," Barbara replied somewhat glumly.

"What do you mean 'yes, well'?"

"He doesn't seem too happy to be my boyfriend."

"How could that be? Our Barbara is so beautiful and well-bred, and your figure is so luscious; even I want to grab a handful."

"Get away from me!"

Because they didn't choose a private box, the fans in the stands also got to see the heiresses' playful squabble.

The young fans could only smack their lips in envy, jealous of the team's new player who had good luck and scored with one of Italy's top heiresses.

Barbara's family had both money and power—who could compete with that?

After the match started, Huang Kaiwen sat on the substitute bench.

Ancelotti purposefully chose a seat next to him and started explaining things to him.

"Look at Gennaro, his tackling is really clean and he positions himself with thoughtfulness. When you play with him, you need to wait for him; he might not be able to keep up with your speed."

Huang Kaiwen nodded humbly; Gattuso's speed indeed wasn't fast.

"Your speed is quite fast, you need to take care of your teammates. Most Milan players are not very fast, with Sheva being one of the fastest on the team, and there's Kaka, he hasn't rejoined the team yet, but I'm sure you talents will get along well."

"Understood, coach," Kevin responded.

Huang Kaiwen had no idea what kind of talent he was supposed to be.

"Paul has a good relationship with you, which is beneficial for your coordination on the field. Since you're good with both feet, whether you want to play left wing or right wing is up to you, and Cafu will give you considerable assistance when you're on the attack. Previously, our attacks relied more on the middle, but now that you're here, we can progress equally on both the middle and the flanks. I believe such a Milan will be harder to defend against," Ancelotti said with a chuckle.

Kevin was overly dazzling the time he rushed onto the field, which had raised the old good man's expectations.

Huang Kaiwen always felt that the coach thought too much.

He felt a bit embarrassed by Ancelotti's enthusiasm.

Ancelotti, through and through, treated him like a core player of Milan, which made Huang Kaiwen feel considerable pressure. How could he, someone who was prepared to be a staple on the benches, become the one you're most looking forward to?

Perhaps as the season progressed, the coach would come to his senses.

Seeing that Huang Kaiwen wasn't talking much, Ancelotti took the initiative to wrap his arm around Huang Kaiwen's shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid of me; you can think of the coach as your friend. I've always had a very good impression of the Chinese, and when we have the time, I'll introduce my son to you. David is a fine young man who loves football, and I also have a daughter named Katia, she's a beautiful angel."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Hearing Ancelotti say this, he wondered if Ancelotti wanted to steal Barbara away from Be, no, steal from Be's corner.

Is he, Huang, that much in demand now?

It seemed that Gua Gua's daughter also dated a player in the past.

Van Bommel straightforwardly married his mentor's daughter.

Could it be that Fat Ancelotti also wants to follow in Van Marwijk's footsteps?

Knowing that it was inevitable he would play today, Huang Kaiwen looked at the expectation meter, now full at 100, in the system and directly drew a single game experience card.

[Ding, you have obtained the 2001 World Cup Qualifier's final battle experience card: England vs Greece, David Beckham.]

Getting a good card made Huang Kaiwen excitedly shake his arm; today, he wouldn't be exposed.

Seeing Shevchenko score on the field, and Kevin so thrilled, Ancelotti was also very happy; it's a great thing for the team that the new player feels a sense of belonging.

At the end of the first half, the Milan players hadn't exerted much effort, and yet the score had turned to 2:0.

Ancelotti, worried Huang Kaiwen might be getting anxious, decided to bring him on to the field 5 minutes into the second half.

Seedorf came over and hugged Huang Kaiwen, who was waiting on the sidelines, and encouraged him, "Go for it."

Huang Kaiwen, imitating a movie he had seen before, bowed his head to touch the turf, then jogged onto the field.

"Wow, Kevin replaces Seedorf; Milan's super talent finally takes the field, and the fans give him a warm round of applause. It's said his physical condition is average lately, but since he's playing, that must mean he's fine, right?"

"Kevin, go for it!!!"

Barbara, in the stands, jumped excitedly.

The fans responded with friendly laughter.

The game restarted, and the Milan players consciously passed the ball to Huang Kaiwen, after all, they had just treated him to a meal a few days ago.

Huang Kaiwen's speed wasn't very fast today, which seemed normal to them.

Crack—

In the backfield, after receiving a pass from Ambrosini, Huang Kaiwen swung his arm and launched a long pass with his left foot that flawlessly breached the opposing defense. Shevchenko rushed up to collect the ball and face the goal alone, then simply slotted home to alter the scoreline once again.

"Beautiful pass. Kevin's long ball is no worse than Pirlo's."

After scoring, Shevchenko gave a thumbs up towards Huang Kaiwen at the back of the field.

The pass was perfect, making it a breeze for him to score.

Ancelotti, standing by the sideline, couldn't stop smiling, pleasantly surprised by Huang Kaiwen's long pass ability.

Sitting on the substitutes' bench, Pirlo felt his face redden a bit. Huang Kaiwen had called himself "the world's best at long passes," and now it looked like his long pass skills were on par with his own.

The Milan fans were cheering, not for Shevchenko, but for Huang Kaiwen.

The team's high-priced superstar signing was finally showing his towering presence on the field.

Huang Kaiwen also realized a problem.

That is, his body could shoot with both left and right feet. After drawing the Beckham experience card, even his left foot could deliver accurate long passes.

That feeling of hitting the target wherever he pointed was just too thrilling.

After the game resumed, Huang Kaiwen was still the brightest star on the field.

Once they passed him the ball, Huang Kaiwen would immediately send a long pass to launch an attack.

This level of precision even gave Pirlo goosebumps.

Shit, the kid must have been mocking him before.

In the 70th minute, Milan earned a free kick on the right side, and Huang Kaiwen directly positioned himself at the spot to take it, his teammates readily handing him the responsibility.

"Is Kevin going to take the free kick? During the Milan tour of China, he scored with a leaf ball that was no worse than Juninho Pernambucano's, but this ball's position is a bit too wide."

"Wow, that posture, it looks like Beckham... It's in!!!!!!!"

"Goal!!!!!"

"Kevin Huang, scores directly from a free kick. Milan has got another incredible free kick master. He can hit elevator shots and score with Beckham-style curlers."

The entire stadium chanted Huang Kaiwen's name.

Today, San Siro was filled with over 40,000 fans, mainly to watch Huang Kaiwen perform.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be interested in watching Milan play against a Serie C team.

Huang Kaiwen, embracing his teammates, was performing too well.

Most importantly, his teammates really liked him, so the fans didn't have to worry about him fitting into the team.

If it weren't for Huang Kaiwen scoring, the Milan players might not have rushed over to celebrate together.

A Serie C team wasn't worth it.

It was mainly to encourage the rookie who was on the right track.

So talented, yet so humble.

The Milan players quite liked Huang Kaiwen.

"Well done."

"That was a beautiful strike!"

"Keep it up, Kevin."

"You're in good shape too~"

Huang Kaiwen silently accepted his teammates' encouragement.

Playing like Beckham from Greece must be strong, for that kick was worth its weight in gold.

He also wanted to fully experience what it felt like to play like Beckham.

But not long after the game restarted, after a collision with an opposing defender, Huang Kaiwen felt his thigh muscle tear as if being split apart, the pain was excruciating.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen roll on the ground clutching his thigh, Ancelotti was dumbfounded.

It was as if the whole world was collapsing.

Coming back to his senses, like an old mother slapped by the younger generation, he waved his hands and jumped up and down, shouting hoarsely, "Medics, medics, medics, get on there quickly!"