Chapter 2423 - 612: Kevin’s Return, Milan Sets Sail

Chapter 2423: Chapter 612: Kevin’s Return, Milan Sets Sail

From the Yanjing four years ago to Berlin three years ago.

The final battle between the red and yellow figures, spanning time and space, challenged the limits of the human body.

Their confrontation is only about winners and greater winners.

No one would lose.

Huang Kaiwen gritted his teeth and pushed himself to keep going, the wind blowing against him like knives.

It’s an illusion.

Huang Kaiwen knew the wind wasn’t strong today.

This was his brain protesting.

Warning him.

Trying to persuade him to give up.

It’s the self-protection mechanism in humans.

But Huang Kaiwen not only didn’t slow down, he sped up.

Even if it’s just a little bit, he worked to go faster.

Having lost once, lost twice, he simply couldn’t lose again.

Perhaps next time, in the 200-meter finals, his physical condition would be better.

But Huang Kaiwen never sets his goal on the next time; he treats every time as the last time and fights.

Huang Kaiwen thought he might remember his girlfriends or Huang Paulo.

Unexpectedly, what appeared in his mind at that moment was Inzaghi.

That guy, he must be trembling with excitement, right?

Although His Majesty the Emperor is a comedian, he can also invite others amidst mocking voices, constantly expanding his Holy Roman Empire.

Ricardo doesn’t know what he’s up to.

Is he still with Paul?

What about Sergio?

Yes, Sergio isn’t a bad person.

Huang Kaiwen’s mind was blank, but what flashed was not moments of glory.

Instead, it was those smiling faces.

He crossed the finish line without even realizing.

He was still running.

But the London Bowl, the world was boiling.

"Huang Kaiwen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen Huang Kaiwen Huang Kaiwen!!!!!!!!!"

"200-meter gold medal, Huang Kaiwen has successfully matched Bolt’s 19.14 from the Berlin World Championships, with Bolt running 19.19!"

"Today’s champion and runner-up results are identical to three years ago in Berlin, but Huang Kaiwen and Bolt have switched places. Huang Kaiwen finally succeeded in defeating Bolt, in Bolt’s strongest event. Dangerous, very dangerous. Huang Kaiwen ran a 9.69 in the first 100 meters, while Bolt only managed 10.14, yet the final difference was only 0.05 seconds, Bolt’s late-stage surge was simply terrifying."

"Young Blake ran the first 100 meters in 10 seconds, although faster than Bolt, his latter stage still couldn’t match Bolt."

"Five gold medals!!!"

"Huang Kaiwen participated in five events, winning gold in all five, and made history. From archery to equestrian, from equestrian to triathlon, and then to the 100 meters and 200 meters, Huang Kaiwen’s competitions spanned the entire London Olympics, his performance illuminated the whole world."

"Three years of grinding the sword, Huang Kaiwen finally got his wish. No matter how much Huang Kaiwen emphasizes his focus on archery, we all know that coming to London, Bolt was Huang Kaiwen’s greatest rival!"

"100 meters and 200 meters, Huang Kaiwen defeated Bolt twice consecutively, finally completing his revenge. The never-giving-up Huang Kaiwen showed us what sportsmanship is, what perseverance is, what resilience is, and what striving for the best is. Failure is temporary; some people become dispirited, but Huang Kaiwen only strives to achieve victory next time."

"In ancient times, those who set great ambitions not only had extraordinary talent but also had a tenacious will. Su Shi mentioned this in ’Chao Cuo Lun’; besides talent, a surpassing will is an important quality for success."

"Four years of effort, three years of persistence, finally created Huang Kaiwen’s performance. The medals in London were said to break easily if dropped, but their value was not inferior to any previous Olympics."

Huang Kaiwen rushed from the track to the field, sprinting wildly.

The whole person was flamboyant.

But no audience found him overly excited.

Bolt is indeed beyond human existence.

Defeating Bolt, defeating Bolt twice, this broke the limits of human ability.

London’s afternoon had no sun.

But the man raising his arms in the middle circle lit up the entire London Bowl.

The roaring cheers from the mountains and seas were the world’s response to Huang Kaiwen.

The Olympics were not over yet.

But the summer fairy tale had ended.

Reporters wanted to interview Huang Kaiwen.

London Olympic Organizing Committee officials, the FA Chairman, the Premier League Referees’ Committee rotating chairman, and others had gone up to him, security personnel squeezed out the reporters, giving them no chance.

They surrounded Huang Kaiwen and said: "There’s still the closing ceremony later."

"I know,"

Huang Kaiwen nodded and replied.

Returning to the locker room and changing clothes, Huang Kaiwen went to find a place to rest for a while.

The evening’s closing ceremony was another grand concert, watching on-site should be pretty good, and supposedly there will be models walking the show.

Although invited by William, Huang Kaiwen still stood with the China delegation.

One must understand that being on the wrong side is far more terrifying than other mistakes.

The closing ceremony just began when Huang Kaiwen wanted to go to the bathroom, so he turned his head and left after telling the person next to him.

At the corner of the London Bowl, quite a few people were smoking.

There were even wild couples hugging each other unabashedly.

After the Olympics, there’s no such good opportunity anymore.

Huang Kaiwen had originally entered the bathroom, but didn’t expect it to be a battlefield inside, so he awkwardly left the venue because he anticipated today’s restrooms would be like this.

"Hi, Kevin!"

Someone greeted him proactively.

Huang Kaiwen took a glance and recognized immediately.

It was also another athlete who had been featured in The Sun newspaper, Alexandra Lesman, touted by Americans as the most beautiful gymnast.

Though it seemed a bit self-congratulatory.

But her face was indeed more delicate than the average American.

"Though I’d love to chat up a pretty lady, I need to find a place to relax right now."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"Relax?"

Lesman looked down, covered her mouth, and laughed, saying: "Follow me."

Huang Kaiwen:...

Before he could even express, he was dragged away.

"Hey, I need to use the restroom."

"Don’t put everything into your mouth..."

Huang Kaiwen’s protest was to no avail.

Let’s just say, not bad for an American.

If he knew it would be like this, surely he would have drunk more sweet drinks.

An hour later, Alexandra Lesman was tidying up her clothes, in front of Huang Kaiwen, she poured something from the balloon into her mouth, then licked her lips.

Returning, Huang Kaiwen found the closing ceremony was almost over.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, just a stomach upset."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Take good care of yourself."

"Yeah, I got it."

After the closing ceremony, Huang Kaiwen went home to rest.

Today’s 200-meter took quite a toll, used various poses.

The next morning.

Huang Kaiwen boarded a private jet back to Milan.

The Malpensa Airport had adjusted its flight path long ago, during this 10 AM time slot, only Huang Kaiwen would be landing.

As soon as Huang Kaiwen came out of the security check.

The entire airport was about to be turned upside down.

The Rossoneri were also worried whether Huang Kaiwen would go into coaching, or focus on other sports.

Seeing the figure of Huang Kaiwen, some Milan fans simply covered their mouths and cried.

More people, however, frantically waved their arms.

Just like their coach said, the strongest is in the lineup!

Ten times more enthusiasm than when Wenger descended upon Milan.

The new coach can only represent the future.

But the king of Milan City is the foundation of all glory.

Neo drove at a slow pace of 15 kilometers per hour, and even with all the police of Milan City out in force, it was still difficult to resist the fans’ enthusiasm.

After almost two hours, Huang Kaiwen finally got home.

After arriving home, Huang Kaiwen was dumbfounded.

The lawn at home was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, such a scene Huang Kaiwen had only seen at FAW’s parking lot.

Inzaghi, wearing a flamboyant suit, had the sleeves of his suit removed to show off the string of luxury watches on his arm.

Wearing sunglasses, Inzaghi sat on the bonnet of a 250GTSeries I Cabriolet, if not for the nouveau riche vibe, he was actually quite handsome.

Seeing the figure of Huang Kaiwen, Inzaghi casually took out the keys next to him and violently threw them out.

Huang Kaiwen caught them and asked: "Are you showing off your new ride to me, did you buy too much?"

"No, it’s your new ride, these are all gifts for Paul, you can drive them until Paul is of age!"

Inzaghi said coolly, lighting a cigar for himself.

He had splurged on all the luxury cars at the Milan City dealership.

Just to see Huang Kaiwen’s surprised look.

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said: "Thanks, Your Majesty, but when you leave, remember to leave the lawn refurbishment fee behind."

Inzaghi’s mouth hung open, his cigar fell right between his legs. Behind Huang Kaiwen was a burst of wailing and howling.