"Coach?"
Huang Kaiwen yawned and answered the phone.
"Kevin, you didn't come to the team today, are you injured?" Ancelotti asked with concern.
"Yeah, I got injured during a home workout, but it's not serious," Huang Kaiwen replied casually.
Next, the team was going to Belgium to play in the UEFA Champions League.
Huang Kaiwen really wasn't interested in Brugge.
And even if he wanted to play, his Immunity Card wouldn't hold up.
This kind of minor team, better let the teammates handle it.
If push came to shove, Huang Kaiwen was considering claiming he had a fear of flying like Boateng.
Luckily, Ancelotti didn't ask further.
He said, "Well then, you just rest up."
After hanging up, Huang Kaiwen went back to sleep and didn't wake up until noon.
He was awakened by hunger.
While washing up, he saw two stubborn strands of hair sticking up in the mirror.
Huang Kaiwen turned on the faucet, wet his palm, and successfully subdued the stray hairs.
