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"Cough cough... Coach, I'm leaving first."
Huang Kaiwen got up from the sofa and made a beeline for the door, breaking into a run as soon as he exited the office.
He had thought Ancelotti had finally gotten back to normal.
But it seemed to be getting worse.
Ancelotti's earlier remarks had obviously been tinged with philosophical thought.
Could it be that the end of theology is philosophy?
Huang Kaiwen simply didn't know what to say anymore.
Forget it.
After all, he couldn't manage Fat Ancelotti.
Better to just take care of himself.
Play a match tomorrow, then get injured, and not return to the team until after the winter break.
Making money through soccer was just that simple.
...
December 6th.
While changing clothes in the locker room.
His teammates were all congratulating Huang Kaiwen.
Mainly because Inzaghi, that lemon, wasn't there.
Otherwise, the atmosphere in the locker room definitely wouldn't be this harmonious.
