After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1661 - 456: The Wonderful Green Wilderness

Chapter 1661: Chapter 456: The Wonderful Green Wilderness

Hearing this, Guardiola silently grimaced.

Mourinho had been complaining for over 20 minutes. Guardiola held his phone away, and only when he sensed there was no sound did he ask, "Jose, when you were at Chelsea, why did you get injured so often? "

"Did Ramos tell you?"

Mourinho asked nervously on the phone.

"No, I’m just curious."

Guardiola said.

Far away in Madrid, Mourinho sighed with relief; he didn’t want anyone to know how he got injured.

"It’s nothing serious, just injuries, that’s all."

Mourinho said on the phone.

"Then could you explain those things about hiring wizards and such?"

Guardiola asked.

"Of course, considering our friendship, I’ll tell you, divination is very mysterious and effective..." Mourinho babbled on.

Guardiola frowned.

What he wanted to hear about was sacrifices, not divination.

But Mourinho only talked about crystal balls and tarot cards.

Damn!

Guardiola felt Mourinho was playing him.

He totally didn’t intend to share any secrets.

If he wanted to learn about such things, he might as well find a random Gypsy woman; she’d have more to say than Mourinho.

Guardiola forced himself to finish listening to Mourinho before hanging up.

He sighed.

As expected.

Even as friends, Jose wouldn’t tell him such an important matter.

There’s obviously a link between Jose’s injuries and Kevin’s health.

Guardiola felt it was some kind of equivalent exchange, with injuries shifting from Kevin to Jose. He was very curious about how this injury transfer was accomplished.

Guardiola rubbed his temples.

There wasn’t a hint of a smile on his face.

He still wanted to experiment with more formations, but if he couldn’t ensure Kevin’s health, how could his experiments continue?

The path to becoming the world’s top coach seemed to have many twists and turns.

Even so, nothing could stop his will to progress as Josep Guardiola!

...

Huang Kaiwen also hadn’t gone to sleep; he was sitting in front of his computer.

De Bruyne called to express his troubles. Huang Kaiwen couldn’t voice his feelings, so he went downstairs, switched on his computer, and had De Bruyne download QQ.

This way, it didn’t disturb Hazard, who was sharing the apartment with De Bruyne.

Their apartment was a three-bedroom place Milan helped them rent, and the old Italian apartment had terrible soundproofing. In movies, you often see neighbors knocking on your door because your place is noisy.

Open the door, and seeing it’s a handsome guy or a beauty, those words they meant to curse with are swallowed back.

Then the two end up getting together, creating noise for the entire building.

Using internet chat could also help De Bruyne let down his guard more easily.

De: [Kevin, calling you by this name feels weird, it’s like I’m calling myself]

Huang: [A name is just a code or you can call me Batman or Ironman or whatever, I don’t care]

De: [Hahaha, it doesn’t feel at all like chatting with a big star, I thought you’d be very serious, deep, occasionally quoting famous sayings or poems]

Huang: [The person you might be looking for is Shakespeare... Tell me, is it something in Genoa that’s troubling you]

De: [Yes and no, I can’t really explain it]

Huang: [Try, speak your mind. Giving you my number was so that you could reach out if you have problems]

De: [Alright, maybe you know the situation in Belgium, I’m not that close with Eden. Seeing him getting along so well with his teammates, I feel envious, and Thibaut says he’s doing great at Juventus. He hopes I could join Juventus too]

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Damn!

That bastard Courtois actually wants to poach the Yellow Ball King’s player.

De Bruyne is the designated core for when the Yellow Ball King becomes a coach. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Huang Kaiwen quickly typed: [Juventus doesn’t have a good reputation, you must have heard of Calciopoli, those were all their problems. Moggi is still manipulating matches, and if you go to Juventus, one day he might make you play a fixed match]

Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter.

As long as De Bruyne believes it, that’s enough.

If De Bruyne accidentally lets it slip, Huang Kaiwen would just say it was Gagliani who said it.

De: [Uh... I hadn’t thought of that, I just miss friends a bit, but I want to play for AC Milan]

Huang: [That’s good, when it comes to teammates, if you perform well, they’ll come around, try to engage with them, join their activities, you’ll make new friends]

De: [Alright, thank you, Batman, chatting with you has made me feel much better, goodnight]

Huang: [Goodnight]

Huang Kaiwen shut down his computer but still didn’t feel like sleeping, so he sat on the sofa.

He had finally made up his mind to send Courtois away, never expecting Courtois to be chatting up De Bruyne on the phone.

What the heck.

Does he really have to ensnare De Bruyne once?

Tomorrow, he’ll have Gagliani call Juventus and warn them to control Courtois.

If this continues, Milan might partner with Moratti against Juventus.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Huang Kaiwen turned on the TV to watch the morning news.

The British Museum was hit by another artifact theft.

Huang Kaiwen even felt like laughing.

No wonder Boas didn’t want to leave, who the hell can rival the British in stealing things!

Huang Kaiwen even suspected, if Boas sold some of his trophies, they probably would fetch more than his coach’s salary.

Albert came in with a newspaper and advised, "Sir, you should rest properly."

"Just once, it’s okay."