The small room of just over twenty square meters was packed with people.
Dida stood at the doorway, perhaps out of professional habit.
By the bed, Ramos and Inzaghi were squeezed together, unwilling to give an inch, their physical confrontation more intense than the just-ended game.
A vacuum zone formed around the two, as nobody wanted to get injured by them, making the room look even more crowded.
The younger and fitter Ramos had the upper hand.
Clutching the bedside table, Inzaghi resisted forcefully, his handsome face turning red.
Cassano was eager to try, but fortunately, Raul quickly grabbed Cassano’s arm, or else things might have been even livelier.
Kaka managed to find a spot to place the fruits and flowers, and asked, "Is your injury serious, Kevin?"
"No big deal, I’ll recover in a little over a week."
Kevin, lying on the young miss’s lap, said with a smile.
Seeing Kaka, the young miss sat up a bit straighter, and Kevin couldn’t even see her face now.
"Then you probably won’t catch the second leg of the match, right?"
Objectively speaking, this was good for Milan.
It wasn’t a Milan player who injured Kevin, so he felt no psychological pressure, being used to Kevin taking breaks to recover from injuries.
Kevin nodded as he spoke.
"Then you’ll be knocked out, Kevin!!!"
Inzaghi spoke up mischievously.
The moment he opened his mouth, he lost his strength, and Ramos bumped him into the wall.
Inzaghi’s leg hit the bedside table, and he let out an astonishing scream.
Even knowing Inzaghi was partly acting, Kevin quickly urged, "Sergio, don’t hurt him."
If Inzaghi got injured again, the Yellow Ball King would suffer too.
The end of the season was too prone to missing crucial matches.
"He started it, I didn’t want to bother with him."
"Bastard, don’t think I’m afraid of you," Inzaghi said through clenched teeth. "Without Kevin in the second leg, you are going to be eliminated, but even elimination would be progress for Real Madrid."
"Don’t get cocky, bastard!"
Cassano broke free from Raul’s grip, squeezed to the bedside, and pointed at Inzaghi, saying, "Even without Kevin, we can still eliminate AC Milan!"
"Right, we still have four away goals."
He and Cassano rarely stood on the same side.
Kevin, holding his temples, looked at Raul.
Raul just shrugged; he was also at a loss with the two troublemakers.
Maldini thought it best not to add to the chaos and said to Kevin, "Since you’re alright, we’ll head off now, will visit you at home when we have time."
"Alright, remember to bring Chris."
Kevin waved as he spoke.
"We should go too, we need to get back to Madrid today," Raul said. "Just take good care of yourself, missing the second leg isn’t a problem, everyone will do their best, and no more injections."
Maldini pulled Inzaghi, but Inzaghi stood as if rooted to the ground.
"Aren’t you leaving, Filippo?" Maldini asked.
"No, this bastard isn’t going back to Madrid either!"
Inzaghi pointed at Ramos.
"I’m suspended, and the coach told me to take care of Kevin, so I can miss training temporarily," Ramos said with a smile.
Maldini could only lead the team away.
Once most of the people from both teams had left, the room quieted down by half.
As for the other half, it was Inzaghi and Ramos.
Fortunately, Cassano didn’t stay.
He had an even sharper tongue.
If he had stayed, they might have really started fighting.
The room would’ve been even more lively.
By then, both verbally and physically, it would have been more exciting than any party.
"Kevin, are you staying here today?" Kaka asked.
"No, heading straight home."
Kevin stood up, smiling as he said, "Let’s go, let’s eat at my place."
Barbara followed Kevin out the door with the fruits and flowers, while Inzaghi and Ramos squeezed into the doorway again.
Kaka stood in the room for a few seconds, then couldn’t resist giving Inzaghi a kick in the butt, finally settling the dispute.
It was quite late after the game ended.
On the way back, Kevin had already called to order food.
During the meal, Kaka couldn’t squeeze next to Kevin, so after eating, he quickly sat in front of the computer and asked, "Chop a few times?"
Kevin nodded as he spoke.
It had been a while since he had busted someone’s gear, and his hands were itchy.
When Inzaghi came over to watch the excitement and recognized the character’s name, he shouted, "See, now we don’t have to fight over who is Kevin’s good friend, he even names his game characters after me."
Kaka stifled a laugh, his gaze fixed on the screen.
His twitching shoulders betrayed him.
"Is something wrong?" Inzaghi asked.
"No, do you want to play? I have other accounts," Kevin turned and asked.
Having used Inzaghi’s name to chop so many people, causing Inzaghi to be constantly cursed, Kevin felt a bit guilty.
"I wouldn’t play such a childish game," Inzaghi disdainfully said. "A man should conquer women!"
"I’ll play together."
Ramos sat down next to Kevin and said.
Kevin pulled out a laptop from under the table and handed it to Ramos.
"Legend" isn’t too hard to get, just start with chopping people and blowing up their gear.
Kevin had given several accounts to the power-leveler.
Ramos, controlling a warrior named [P·Maldini], followed Kevin and Kaka around.
The three of them played, shouting and yelling.
Before long, Inzaghi also controlled a warrior named [A·Nesta] and started his "Legend" career.
The group played together until past three in the morning before going to sleep.