"Hey, hoping Huang Kaiwen screws up is less reliable than expecting your big cousin not to play soccer. I mean, we've been talking about it all season, and he still comes on for 3 minutes and happens to score a goal."
"You diss Huang Kaiwen, fine, but you're dissing your big cousin too? His goal isn't just any goal, it's the greatest goal of the century!"
"Seriously, I measured it with a ruler the other day, big cousin's barely a centimeter, even if he makes a lot of money, what's the use."
"Damn, dude, save some internet fees to check your brain, you measured on the screen, right? Your IQ is definitely suited for planting rice."
Pellegrini had already returned to the coach's seat.
He was grimacing and sucking in cold air.
Now he had discovered a cruel truth.
That was, Huang Kaiwen didn't need his teammates to pass him good balls, as long as he found an opportunity to receive the ball, he could figure out various ways to break through or collaborate.
