After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 381 - 0188 Magic Spell (Subscribe Please)

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Chapter 381: 0188 Magic Spell (Subscribe Please)

October 4.

UEFA Champions League group stage, round two.

Real Madrid home game against Dynamo Kyiv.

Huang Kaiwen, who was "nursing an injury", didn’t make the squad.

Still, Huang Kaiwen went to the Bernabeu’s home dressing room early to wait for his teammates.

"Kevin, aren’t you not on the squad today?"

Raul asked curiously when he saw Huang Kaiwen.

"Right, but I’ll be in the stands today," Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"I’m really envious of you, you can still enjoy the pool."

Cassano said enviously.

He made the squad but not the starting lineup. Knowing Capello, he would still end up as a benchwarmer today.

He might as well hang out in the pool with Huang Kaiwen.

Too bad, without an injury, it’s only wishful thinking.

Even an injury doesn’t guarantee that privilege.

"Today is absolutely a massacre!"

Guti said, giving a thumbs up.

Ramos, leaning on Guti’s shoulder, said, "Just enjoy the game, heal up quickly and play with us against Barca."

"The chairman has invited female celebrities today, just giving you a heads-up to avoid any misunderstandings later," Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "After the game, we’ll still go to my place to celebrate."

A series of middle fingers went up in the locker room.

Cassano howled, "Why do I have to sit on the bench for 90 minutes while you can touch female celebrities in the pool?!"

"Don’t talk nonsense, it’s just a normal business activity," Huang Kaiwen said, shrugging.

Who let him be the Yellow Ball King with commercial value?

"Damn, I bet you’re going to have a great time today," Cassano said with a wink.

"Alright, Kevin has already explained, so no need for jealousy. Tonight Kevin will arrange a celebration for us, and right now we need to focus on the game. Only the winners get to celebrate," Raul reminded everyone.

Huang Kaiwen nodded at Raul and walked out of the dressing room.

The guest list Calderon provided was all Real Madrid celebrity fans, all of Spanish descent.

Otherwise, Huang Kaiwen really wanted to invite Shakira to reconnect.

Not for anything else, just to show respect to Chairman Pi before the derby match with Barca, giving them a shock from Real Madrid.

Jennifer Lopez is already married, Huang Kaiwen didn’t want to start any scandals.

The singing diva also has a ’dirt magnet’ constitution, purely a love-brain, getting married without considering the conditions of the other person, just registering whenever she feels like it, he didn’t want to add chaos to her already troubled love life.

When Huang Kaiwen arrived at the place,

he found Penélope Cruz already waiting there.

Penélope Cruz said with a playful laugh, "Don’t be afraid, even though I’m a fan of yours, I won’t get too excited."

Huang Kaiwen, looking at Cruz in a bikini, was afraid he might get too excited.

Calderon, that guy, had specifically added bubbles to the pool, was he trying to take out the Yellow Ball King?

Penélope Cruz comfortably sat down in the pool, and Huang Kaiwen felt he couldn’t disgrace Real Madrid, so he joined her.

"Do you just play games when you’re not playing soccer?"

Cruz arranged the water tray, handed Huang Kaiwen a glass of red wine, and asked.

It seems she really did follow Huang Kaiwen’s activities.

Huang Kaiwen took a sip and said, "Sometimes I also go out with teammates."

"You seem to go out very rarely, right? I hardly see news about this in the newspapers. Compared to other players, you’re both quiet and focused. No wonder you’ve achieved something at a literary level," Cruz remarked.

Huang Kaiwen:...

He, Mr. Huang, although he won awards through his skills, that book still had some issues.

Not wanting to dwell on it much, Huang Kaiwen asked, "Let’s talk about you. I’m quite interested in filmmaking."

"Filmmaking is not as fun as it looks. As a Spaniard working in Hollywood is not easy. I’ve been to Italy, but eventually, I went to the United States. While shooting, you need to redo scenes over and over until the director is satisfied," Lopez said.

"Sounds quite dull," Huang Kaiwen remarked.

"It is quite dull, plus there’s a lot of other types of pressure to face, nothing much to say. Tell me about the life of a soccer player, I feel that’s more interesting," Cruz sidled up to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen felt his arm was being targeted and quickly said, "Soccer player’s life is simple, play and celebrate."

"Can you be more specific? For example, who’s the most interesting in the Real Madrid locker room, who’s the most popular?"

Huang Kaiwen moved Cruz’s hand away and said, "Everyone’s pretty good. Soccer players’ thoughts aren’t that complex. Most players haven’t really been exposed to society much, and agents’ words are easily believed by players."

Feeling Cruz reaching out again, Huang Kaiwen quickly reminded, "They’re starting to warm up; don’t get caught on camera."

In another place, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t mind trying out a new face wash, but he didn’t want to make a fool of himself during a global broadcast.

Those teachers also edit the footage after shooting.

Even though Mr. Huang is exceptionally talented, he couldn’t just perform high-level difficulty directly.

The game started soon.

The director’s camera frequently focused on Huang Kaiwen and Cruz.

"Heh heh, today Huang Kaiwen is watching the game from the pool again."

"Joining him is the famous Spanish actress Penélope Cruz, who just won Best Actress in the main competition at Cannes this May. Most importantly, her status as a Real Madrid fan," the commentator said.

"But we still have to watch the game. Today Capello has used a 442 formation, looking for changes, Guti played as the left winger," the commentator noted.

Huang Kaiwen was also watching the game.

Only the game he viewed was a bit different.

Cruz, this Real Madrid fan, was very interested in the Real Madrid stars.

The small pool could accommodate Huang Kaiwen and Ronaldo, yet left Cruz’s hands with nowhere to rest.

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