After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 220 - 0137 The Spring of the Cattle-Herding Class (Subscription Request)_4

Chapter 220: 0137 The Spring of the Cattle-Herding Class (Subscription Request)_4

"That’s really great." Huang Kaiwen nodded and said, "You know Christian, the son of Paul Maldini, right?"

"Yeah, he’s in our class, a real headache of a kid."

"I know," Huang Kaiwen sighed and said, "That kid is smart, just doesn’t like to study."

"Yeah, exactly!"

Elena nodded like a pecking chicken as she spoke.

"So I would like to ask you, please pay more attention to Christian, he’s a good kid who needs an excellent teacher to guide him, and I think you can do it."

Huang Kaiwen grabbed Elena’s hands, saying earnestly.

"I definitely can!"

Elena nodded furiously.

Huang Kaiwen even heard the sound of his neck joints.

It’s worrying indeed.

"I really appreciate it. That kid loves having others do his homework, so please make sure to check his homework thoroughly."

Huang Kaiwen pulled Elena to her feet and said.

If they didn’t leave now, he feared he wouldn’t be able to extricate himself from the situation today.

"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely keep an eye on Christian!"

Elena walked Huang Kaiwen out.

"Bitch!"

Pandia, sitting in her own seat, muttered under her breath. She stood up, went over to Elena’s cup, and spat into it, then she took away the cup Huang Kaiwen had used for coffee.

Once they were outside the school gate.

Huang Kaiwen took a necklace out of his pocket.

He placed it in Elena’s palm and said, "I’ve always felt this necklace needed a suitable owner. Today it has found one, so please don’t refuse me."

"Thank you, Kevin!"

Elena said tearily.

She had never thought Kevin would be so approachable.

"Well then, I leave Christian in your care."

After Huang Kaiwen finished speaking, he got into the car and urged the bodyguards to hurry.

From the rearview mirror, he still saw the teacher standing there.

Ah.

Sometimes being handsome is a sin.

He believed that after today, Teacher Elena would definitely supervise Christian’s studies properly.

The Young Master would get into a world-renowned university.

Become a well-known scientist.

Looking back, he would definitely be grateful to Uncle Kevin, who did good deeds without seeking recognition.

...

On the way home, Huang Kaiwen.

The Young Master had already returned home.

After all, he was "not feeling well" and had left the Milan Youth Team early.

"Chris, mom is coming in to help you with the laundry," Adriana knocked and said.

"Okay, mom."

Handling the game console, the Young Master rolled lazily onto the bed and continued to feign death.

Adriana picked up the clothes her son had changed out of and threw them into the basket.

Noticing a missing sock, Adriana asked irritably, "Where’s the other sock, didn’t I tell you to keep track of them?"

"I did put them away!"

The Young Master replied "lacklusterly."

"You, this child, really..." Adriana shook her head and crouched to look for the missing sock.

Soon, she found it under the bed.

Bending over to grab it, she also pulled out something white and fluffy.

Adriana’s eyes widened.

She had figured out that it wasn’t hers.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, she also became tense.

Without asking, she put the item in the basket and briskly walked downstairs.

"Paul, Paul, look at this!"

"What’s the matter, why are you shouting?" Paul Maldini froze when he saw what Adriana was holding.

"You found that in the kid’s room?"

"Yep, under the bed."

Looking at the pure cotton underwear that could fit his head in twice over, Paul Maldini’s face darkened menacingly.

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Paul Maldini decided he really needed to give his son a good talking-to today; Kevin was right, it was high time for his son to be disciplined.

He could tolerate his son being a jerk like Inzaghi.

But at least Inzaghi had no issue with his aesthetics.

Later on.

Ghostly howls emanated from the luxurious Maldini household.

"Dad, I was wrong! I won’t steal money again!"

Upon hearing this, Paul Maldini hit him even harder.

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