pappabearbooks Chapter 1975 - 518: Burger King’s First Experience
Chapter 1975 - 518: Burger King’s First Experience
But he was already behind in the second round.
Xavi was also trailing.
Even without a goalkeeper, using training mannequins as a wall is a real test of skill.
Huang Kaiwen glanced at Xavi.
Xavi braced himself and said, "Continue."
Huang Kaiwen naturally had no objections.
This time it was a frontal angle, Huang Kaiwen just took a glance, took a run-up, and then curled the ball with an outer foot touch with his right foot, sending the ball in an exaggerated arc.
The ball seemed headed for the corner flag area, but it turned inside the penalty box and drilled fiercely into the goal.
An astonishing skill!
Under the watchful eyes of players from four top clubs.
Huang Kaiwen once again demonstrated a goal defying the laws of physics.
Previously, experts emphasized that his and Carlos’ goals were flukes.
But Huang Kaiwen, before everyone’s eyes, managed to score another free-kick like this without much preparation.
Thomas Müller gaped, stuffing one hand into his mouth.
Fortunately, he was just here for fun and wasn’t taking the competition seriously.
Otherwise, he would probably have knelt down at this goal.
Realizing this, Müller immediately persuaded Xavi in German: "Surrender, you can’t win!"
Xavi glared at Müller and walked to the penalty spot.
He couldn’t kick a free-kick with such a big curve, but he could do something else.
Xavi took a few deep breaths but couldn’t calm himself.
Urged by the referee, he ran up and kicked the ball over the crossbar.
"No more kicking."
Huang Kaiwen waved his hand with a smile.
This gesture earned a round of applause.
Müller, noticing a ball by the goal, picked it up and handed it to Huang Kaiwen, saying, "Kevin, perform that trick where you kick the ball to hit the frame again."
Huang Kaiwen:...
If it weren’t Müller in front of him, Huang Kaiwen would have suspected the person was trying to embarrass him on purpose.
But given his current skill level, it shouldn’t be a problem.
The Yellow Ball King’s talent is just that formidable!
Huang Kaiwen tossed the ball up, tested the feel with his foot, then alternating kicks with both feet before spinning for a volley.
Bam—
Duang—
The ball hit the post and bounced back to where Huang Kaiwen was standing. He controlled it with his chest, then volleyed again.
This time the ball hit the upper corner, near the crossbar and post junction.
When the ball came back, Huang Kaiwen simply kicked it again without stopping it.
The next moment, the ball smack in the center of the crossbar.
When it bounced back, Huang Kaiwen leaned back, executing an overhead kick.
Müller stood still, looking up, realizing the ball was coming down in the wrong place. He quickly jumped back, and right after, the ball landed where he originally stood.
Dumbfounded!
It was van Persie’s first close-up view of Huang Kaiwen playing.
He hadn’t expected Huang Kaiwen’s ball control to be this precise.
Managing multiple volleys and kicking back was almost impossible.
Yet Huang Kaiwen didn’t even move from his spot.
And what was absurdly impressive was the overhead kick that sent the ball precisely where Müller used to stand.
Pepsi Asia Region’s president, Saad Abdul Latif, quickly handed a can of soda to a staff member, urging, "What are you waiting for, bring it to Kevin."
When Huang Kaiwen received the soda, he was puzzled too.
Latif quickly raised two fingers.
Huang Kaiwen immediately shook his head.
This time Latif raised three fingers, and only then did Huang Kaiwen open the soda in front of the cameras.
Damn it.
These sponsors are always trying to take advantage of the Yellow Ball King.
His contract only required commercial activity cooperation; it didn’t specify other settings.
To appear in the shot now would require extra money.
The Yellow Ball King wasn’t satisfied with that price; if he’d held up five fingers, Huang Kaiwen would gulp it all in one go and open another, right in front of the world if necessary.
In the subsequent skill contest, Huang Kaiwen simply did not participate.
And, unsurprisingly, Messi became the winner.
However, Messi’s choice of the number 19 jersey he wore after joining Barça surprised Huang Kaiwen.
Walking back to the hotel together.
Messi kept glancing around, feeling somewhat guilty.
After all, he hadn’t informed his teammates about his transfer yet.
"Relax, young man."
Huang Kaiwen put an arm around Messi’s shoulder and said, "It’s Rosell who sold you out, not you leaving on your own accord."
"But I feel like I’ve been hiding it from everyone."
Messi said quietly.
"You need to understand one thing."
Huang Kaiwen stopped and said, "You only have Fabregas as a good friend at Barça, maybe that play-acting Busquets too, but no one else can count as a buddy. You’re of Italian and Argentine descent. Look at how they treated Ronnie; if you stayed at Barça, you’d end up the same."
Messi didn’t refute Huang Kaiwen but didn’t say anything either.
He just followed Huang Kaiwen as they walked back.
If he could think straight so quickly, he would’ve left Barcelona long ago.
Later that evening, Messi and Torres were dragged by the sponsors to shoot commercials, keeping them tied up until late returning to the hotel.
July 26th.
Tokyo National Stadium.
The stadium was at full capacity.
But the fans’ bias left Bayern’s executive team looking displeased.
Aside from the occasional Bayern jersey, most were Milan’s.
And many fans were wearing Milan’s newly released jerseys for the next season!
Hoeness frowned and said, "I remember we don’t have a small number of fans in Japan, and even more in China. Why is it like this here?"
"Just look at the numbers on the back of those jerseys, and you’ll know!"