Huang Kaiwen took the ball from Di Stefano, signed it, and handed it back, but he didn’t put the signing pen back.
As he was stepping down from the stage,
a member of the staff immediately offered him a football.
Huang Kaiwen said. The staffer immediately jogged off to prepare more.
Calderon walked up to Huang Kaiwen and said, "Give me the pen, it’s inconvenient for you to hold it."
"No worries, I still need it,"
Huang Kaiwen replied.
He bent down to pick up another ball on the ground and wrote on it: A ticket to an away UEFA Champions League match and hotel expenses covered.
"You’ve prepared some little surprises for the fans, haven’t you? That’s very generous. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled," Calderon said, suddenly realizing what was happening.
"The club will need to reimburse this."
Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
The smile on Calderon’s face gradually solidified.
Seeing the staff member coming over with a net full of footballs, Calderon felt like sending both the person and the balls back.
He, as the president of the club, hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy Real Madrid’s wealth before the fans got a taste of it?
Calderon really didn’t dare leave under such circumstances.
He was terrified that Huang Kaiwen would write something outrageous; you get all the fun and the fans’ affection, but it’s a painful bill for Real Madrid to foot.
Calderon forced a smile as he watched Huang Kaiwen continue to write on the footballs.
Until the last ball was finished.
Calderon, who had been tense the whole time, let out a sigh of relief.
Basically, they were family tickets or signed jerseys.
It wouldn’t cost much.
Once Calderon stepped aside,
Huang Kaiwen casually flicked a ball into the air, juggled it a few times, then booted a long pass towards the stands.
Real Madrid fans in the stands stretched out their arms to catch the ball.
Huang Kaiwen then kicked several more balls into the south stand.
He took balls to the other stands and did the same thing.
He ultimately had to use the secret technique handed down by his predecessor, Carlos Kaiser, which could probably be called a legacy.
After kicking more than a dozen balls into the stands, Bernabeu Stadium’s atmosphere reached a fever pitch.
The lucky fans had already noticed the words on the balls; they could take these balls to the club to exchange for tickets and signed jerseys.
Huang Kaiwen managed to take care of fans on all four sides of the stands.
The entire Bernabéu Stadium was cheering, with Huang Kaiwen’s name ringing out over Madrid’s sky once again.
Huang Kaiwen came to the side of the staff member and said, "Give me another ball."
"We’ve used all that we prepared,"
the staff member said, looking troubled.
"That’s really too bad,"
Huang Kaiwen said, feigning disappointment.
But internally he was overjoyed.
As long as he kicked all the balls into the stands,
nobody could pressure him into performing shots on goal.
"How about I borrow a ball from the fans?" the staffer suggested.
"No, no, we can’t disappoint the fans,"
Huang Kaiwen said, his eyes wide.
Huang Kaiwen glared at the staff member.
Do you want to see me dead that bad?
While Bebe was singing on stage, Huang Kaiwen stood by the players’ tunnel and took a sip of water.
"You did really well during the earlier rehearsal,"
"I’m used to it. If it weren’t for your request, I wouldn’t even bother with rehearsals. Fan expectations aren’t that high, after all,"
Huang Kaiwen tossed the mineral water bottle aside and said.
"But that won’t do. I am a singer, after all. Why not have one final rehearsal while we have the chance?"
Huang Kaiwen quickly shook his head and said,
even taking a few steps back for good measure.
After Bebe had finished her solo performance,
the Bernabéu Stadium played the intro to "La Tortura," a duet by Spanish singer Alejandro Sanz and Shakira, and the Real Madrid fans immediately recognized the song.
It was the 2005 Latin single chart’s year-end number one hit, topping the charts in Spain.
"My beautiful darling, leave those love poems behind, let yourself be happier,"
Huang Kaiwen sang into the microphone, performing Sanz’s part.
Shakira, dressed in a cropped Real Madrid jersey, took the microphone and sashayed to the center of the field.
"I don’t wish for sunny days all the time, nor do I crave a party every Friday... nor can I ask you to come back and plead me for forgiveness, if your dried eyes only cry for her, and if she’s the only one you talk about..."
As Shakira sang, Huang Kaiwen jogged to the middle of the field.
When it came to the second chorus,
Shakira pressed against Huang Kaiwen, twisting her body, and the hormone levels in the Bernabéu skyrocketed.
The Real Madrid fans’ cheers were thunderous, accompanied by whistles.
Huang Kaiwen’s eyes widened,
This woman was ambushing him.
Close contact on stage was normal, but during rehearsals, she just twisted against him standing as if he were a pole; what did it mean to now stand right in front?
Shakira turned to Huang Kaiwen with the microphone in hand,
noticing something was off.
Huang Kaiwen cracked a slight smile, you want to see me embarrass myself again?
Don’t try the same trick twice on Mr. Huang!
"...losing you is torture, it brings me pain. Go on and keep begging me for forgiveness. Me... I won’t cry for you anymore,"
Shakira sang the last line.
Huang Kaiwen and she took a bow, holding hands to thank the crowds from all sides of the stadium, then the two of them jogged off through the players’ tunnel.
The unveiling ceremony had come to a successful close.
"Did you stick on some tape?"
Once they were in the players’ tunnel, Shakira stopped Huang Kaiwen and asked.
Huang Kaiwen said in surprise.
"Male backup dancers sometimes do that for performances on stage,"
Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.