"Alright, maybe you're right, perhaps I don't have the talent for this."
Huang Kaiwen said speechlessly.
"Don't lose heart, when God closes a door, He opens a window."
Boas comforted.
Huang Kaiwen nodded perfunctorily.
Boas is so thoughtful, maybe send him a book of "The Piano Emperor" someday.
Let him know magic has no limits.
In the fantasy world, magic eventually falls short.
No matter how powerful a BOSS, it's hard to escape the fate of being killed.
The bus arrived at Stamford Bridge, fans were already waiting at the sidelines.
Boas reminded: "Kevin, you go first."
"Hmm."
Huang Kaiwen nodded, holding the trophy as he got off the bus.
As his foot touched the ground, nearby fans erupted in thunderous cheers.
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
"Saint Kevin!"
Chelsea fans had long been looking forward to their club's first Ballon d'Or Winner.
Even elderly Chelsea fans had tears at the corners of their eyes.
