Chapter 2155 - 555: Ronaldo and the Flea (Subscription Requested) (Part 2)
Van Persie retrieved the canister and cursed as he threw a punch, then resumed his ghostly existence.
Later, those unreliable teammates came over again and took away the kids’ games.
Around 11 p.m.
Huang Kaiwen sat in the living room, listening to the commotion from the backyard, and helplessly asked, "They’re not home yet?"
"The kids have been put to bed, but Torres lost and was dissatisfied, so they’re having another round."
Ramos said with a smile.
The next morning.
Huang Kaiwen was having breakfast.
Then he saw the report on "Milan Sports Newspaper" about yesterday.
"Milan Sports Newspaper" wrote: "Kevin is always referred to as Helios because he loves to throw birthday parties for others. Yesterday, the entire Milan team had another birthday party, celebrating van Bommel and Kaka. Reportedly, everyone on the Milan team had a wonderful time, though each kid was pouting when leaving Kevin’s house. Our reporters found out that Kevin’s games are so much fun that these star players took over the children’s space."
Huang Kaiwen covered his face, laughing and crying.
He didn’t expect this to get exposed.
But it’s something inevitable.
Often, adults buy toys for kids, yet enjoy them more than the kids do.
When Huang Paulo is born, Huang Kaiwen plans to buy him a GTX690 tactical nuclear graphics card to celebrate.
Later.
Huang Kaiwen went online.
He saw fans had positive feedback on Milan’s event.
Most fans recognized his skills as a coordinator.
To Huang Kaiwen’s surprise, the admin of [AC Milan] group stirred things up.
Recently, those trolls have been quite tired, some even left the group.
Seeing this, the admin of [Rainie Yang’s Left] group specially prepared 10 QB cards worth 100 bucks each and organized an event in the forum.
Unexpectedly, the undercover members in [AC Milan] group, under their admin’s lead, won all the prizes and started an event on their own.
Pitting the trolls heavily.
While checking teammates’ social media.
Huang Kaiwen noticed Inzaghi posted: "Planning to vacation in New York."
Immediately, he got an idea, and he called a familiar sponsor.
He plans to return to the team tomorrow, perfect for seeking some fun.
Later, Chelsea completed their training.
"Damn it, they said the team should sell me."
Inzaghi muttered, heading to his Cayenne.
At season’s end, papers always suggest Milan should clean him out.
It’s been two years of this now.
Yet Filippo Inzaghi is still doing quite well at Milan, hardly needing a pay cut.
Those papers don’t understand his importance at all.
A somewhat annoyed Inzaghi drove fast, and before home, he picked up some takeout for dinner.
Back home, Inzaghi immediately booted up his computer.
Since becoming the Emperor of Shenluo, he loved interacting with netizens.
Though he hasn’t recruited any elite for the empire yet, the polite language of netizens fulfills Inzaghi’s vanity.
After washing his hands, Inzaghi brought seafood pasta to the computer desk. He opened social networks, casually browsing, replied to a few girls who sent him photos, then he checked his latest status.
Soon, he widened his eyes.
This status had significantly more likes than before, an explosive growth.
"Am I really that popular now?"
Inzaghi said excitedly.
He quickly checked who liked his post, to see if there’s anyone worth chatting privately.
But he soon noticed that all the account IDs liking his "Planning to vacation in New York" post were in Arabic!
The next morning.
Inzaghi covered up tightly, and seeing Ramos park, he dashed over, shouting: "Kevin, I’m being targeted!"
Ramos lowered his foot upon hearing him.
"What do you mean you’re being targeted?"
Huang Kaiwen asked.
Inzaghi approached Huang Kaiwen mysteriously, and whispered, "I’m being targeted by Arabs, I suspect Egyptians are eyeing my land."
Huang Kaiwen: ...
Huang Kaiwen understood.
Earlier, he had called the hotel, asking them to like Inzaghi’s post.
He just wanted to tease Inzaghi, didn’t expect such a big reaction from His Majesty.
"Then what do we do?"
Huang Kaiwen asked, holding back his laughter.
"How, how can we resolve this? Even facing a military threat, I will not, not surrender!"
Inzaghi stammered.
"Alright, if you die, I’ll pay to make a movie about your deeds."
Huang Kaiwen said.
"Damn it, shouldn’t you be calling for them to set aside disputes and resolve things peacefully?"
Inzaghi said urgently.
He couldn’t imagine being tied up and crashing into a Twin Towers someday.
"Sorry, my words don’t have much sway over there."
Huang Kaiwen shrugged and said, "You know, I have closer ties with the Vatican."
"Then what do I do, what do I do..."
Inzaghi’s legs weakened, and he sat on the ground, muttering, "I don’t want to die in a terrorist attack."
"Don’t worry, Middle Easterners aren’t as skilled in this as the Jewish people."
Huang Kaiwen said, patting Inzaghi’s shoulder.
"Kevin, should I stop being emperor?"
Inzaghi suddenly asked, lifting his head.
...
On the flight to London.
Inzaghi was still sulking.
Only after Huang Kaiwen explained multiple times did he believe it was a prank.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t expect His Majesty to surrender right away.
"Kevin, you owe me compensation!"
Inzaghi leaned out from the back row and said.