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Fuck, should I get Barbara to make a coaching change?
If Fat Ancelotti finds out that his own meddling made his "little cotton-padded jacket" catch a draft, won't he stick a voodoo doll to curse this certain Mr. Huang?
After all, Ancelotti is now a master of the occult, well-acquainted with many on the mysterious side of things.
Better to steer clear of trouble.
In order to avoid Carlotta, Huang Kaiwen returned to the team in the afternoon.
"Wow, who is this?"
Inzaghi exclaimed dramatically, "I don't even recognize you anymore, how did security let a fan in?"
"Stop messing around, let's go out and have fun after the game."
"Is that a promise?" Upon hearing this, Inzaghi immediately stopped acting weird and, draping his arm over Huang Kaiwen's shoulder, he asked.
He had tried several times before to get Huang Kaiwen and Kaka together to form a "Nightclub Musketeers," but never succeeded.