"Bang!" Xiao Hua threw the beer bottle on the wall and cursed: "Damn! Why is TMD the same as Chinese football? It's so popular!"

A boy next to him said, "Xiao Hua, there is no need. If you lose the bottle like this, you will be killed! Look at the glass slag that has hit me..."

"MD, I really can't stand it anymore. I am full of expectations every year. The result is really disappointing every year! Why can't Inter Milan play some new ideas? The way of death has been the same for more than ten years. Even Chinese football has entered the World Cup. Why can't he win the championship? Depressed!" Xiao Hua said depressedly. It turned out that Xiao Hua and his classmate He Jun were watching the Italian derby in the 2005-06 season by Inter Milan vs. Juventus. Inter Milan once again lost to his opponent with a score of 1:2 and announced that he had basically withdrawn from the championship competition for this season.

Xiao Hua is a college student, very ordinary, with no money, no girlfriend, no specialties, and average grades. In summary, he is a fan. At the same time, he is also a hardcore fan of Inter Milan. There are no special fans. There are so many Chinese fans. There are so many fans on the way. Inter Milan has even more fans. I didn’t see CCTV conducting a survey on which team has the most fans in China. Inter Milan became this glorious champion. Perhaps Chinese people sympathize with the weak. Looking at the failure of Inter Milan, which seems to be connected with Chinese football, the fans have become more and more year by year. Xiao Hua actually fell in love with Inter Milan because of this mentality.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Hua won and lost in other Italians play football. Nothing to do with you! Take care of yourself. Look at you don't have a girlfriend yet, so don't you worry?" Lao He (usually Xiao Hua calls He Jun Lao He) doesn't catch a cold about football. He was completely pulled by Xiao Hua, the best friend, to finish watching.

"If I had been the chairman of Inter Milan, I would have won the championship N times. I don't know what happened to Moratti. Others can't tell the problem of Inter Milan!" Xiao Yi didn't listen to Lao He's words at all, and continued to complain.

"You should have your dream of being big-headed. You poor student, think carefully about what you will do next year. Don't be hungry after graduation!" Lao He smiled from the side.

Xiao Hua also smiled, and said while laughing: "Oh, forget it, don't want to go and have a drink. Today I feel so angry, go drink it with great pleasure!"

Two big men were drinking and bragging at the street stalls. At the end of the drink, Xiao Hua didn't know why he returned to the house he rented with Lao He and started dreaming.

Dreaming? Most people don’t know that they are dreaming when they are dreaming. How can Xiao Hua know that they are dreaming? It’s very simple. Someone told him in the dream.

"This father-in-law! Who are you? Where am I?" Xiao Hua found himself in an empty space, and there was a strange old man standing opposite him. The old man had white hair and white beards, and his white clothes looked like an old Taoist priest on TV.

The old man smiled and said, "Xiao Hua, you called me here just now, why don't you know who I am!"

"I asked you to come?" Xiao Hua said in a confused manner.

"yes!"

"when?"

"When you were drinking just now!"

"When I was drinking just now, did I call you? Why don't I remember?" Xiao Hua said with his head touched.

"Haha! You probably can't reflect it, so let me tell you! You are dreaming now!" The old man smiled while touching his beard.

"I'm dreaming? Is it impossible? This dream is very real! Okay, just dream, you can continue talking!" Xiao Hua said impatiently, thinking that he had encountered a liar today.

"You have been asking God to come, come, I want to be Morati! I want to bring Inter Milan to the championship! I want to bring Chinese football to win the World Cup! Have you forgotten?" the old man asked.

Xiao Hua patted his head to make himself clearer and replied, "It seems that he said... Are you aware of that god?"

"Yes, I am a god who is responsible for realizing your wishes! I am here to help you realize your wishes now!"

"It's true or fake? Don't fool me?" Xiao Hua 100% didn't believe this old man. A god... Could it be that I've read too many YY novels and started dreaming...

"You don't have to believe it. I will realize your wish now. What do you think? You think about it if you want to repent at that time, but it won't work?" The old man said, pointing at Xiao Yi with a crutch.

Xiao Hua thought to himself, you, an old liar, wouldn't it really be impossible for you to experiment, and if you want to experiment, let you experiment, expose your tricks and see how I deal with you. Thinking of this, I smiled and said to the old man: "Come on, let me see what magic you have!"

"Then I'll start! Go and get Xiao Hua!" A light came out of the crutch and wrapped Xiao Hua up in a blink of an eye. Then Xiao Hua lost consciousness.

When Xiao Hua woke up, the scene in front of him was already shocked to death... Xiao Hua suddenly found that he was coming out from a woman (PS: The plot requires no pornography in this book at all, please don't worry, MM)... He turned into a baby! And the newborn baby, Xiao Hua, only felt his eyes dark and fainted.

Xiao Hua's fainting frightened the doctors and parents who delivered the baby. Why didn't this child cry when he was born? It seemed dangerous.

When Xiao Hua woke up, he found that he had an oxygen hood on his mouth and was locked in a glass hood that was about the size of a Guan Dog... I'm really a baby, dizzy, what happened to that death god, MD must settle the score with him at that time!

Ah! I really went abroad... Xiao Hua saw from the glass cover and found that the doctors were all foreigners with blue eyes, curly hair and white skin. Did I really go to Italy and become Morati? Forget it, let's go out first. Thinking of this, Xiao Hua blinked his eyes, shook his hands and feet around and hoped to attract the nurse's attention.

A young nurse also noticed the little guy's movement and immediately called the doctor. After the doctor had a check on Xiao Hua, he found that there was no problem, so he picked Xiao Hua up.

Xiao Hua thought in the doctor's arms, probably he went to take me to meet my parents... It would be nice if Morati really came, hehe, the billionaire could enjoy it himself.

Just as Xiao Hua was thinking about something, the doctor took him to see his parents. Two middle-aged men, who were probably 30 years old, happily took him over and said something to the doctor. While touching his little face and pinching his hands.

"What are you talking about? Speak Chinese! I don't understand foreign language!" Xiao Yi shouted loudly, but his shouting sounded like crying to others.

Xiao Hua was tired after calling him for a long time. The child was not physically strong, so he simply stopped shouting, as he was like this anyway. Forget it, I should be able to understand them after a while. Forget it, I am safe to be a child now. Anyway, even if I want to do something like this little kid can do? Alas, sleep, sleep!

No? Morati is almost 60 years old. The medical equipment from 60 years ago was so good? I think why it is now in the 70s and 80s? Where did the MD die of death send me? It won’t be a poor family... As she thought about it, Xiao Hua started crying loudly again.

Xiao Hua was taken home by his parents after two months in the hospital. After looking at his home, Xiao Hua let go of his worries. Fortunately, it seems that he is a wealthy family. Look at this garden is bigger than the community I used to live in. It's not bad! Xiao Yi carefully observed in the hospital in the past two months. By identifying the Arabic numerals written by the doctor, he basically confirmed that he had returned to 1973. He was born in 1973 and was definitely not Morati! Who am I? Now Xiao Hua just wants to know who he is, and he wants to go to the Heavenly Court to complain. The service of the old gods was not in place, and he spread himself indiscriminately, and he didn't know who he had become!

Xiao Hua eats, slept every day, and life passed quickly. A year passed in a blink of an eye. Children learn language quickly. In less than a year, Xiao Hua could basically understand what his parents said, but it was not enough, but that was enough.

Xiao Hua finally figured it out slowly. It turned out that he became the son of Gimmarco Moratti, the third child in the family. He had an older brother and an older sister. His father Gimmarco Moratti was the future Inter Milan boss Massimo Moratti, his brother... It's very complicated... Hey, the gods are not wrong, who told me not to explain it clearly? This is also considered Moratti. Foreigners' names are not good, and they are all in a long list. You see, I've been reborn as a wrong child now. If you forget it, you're wrong. Now it's not bad. Moratti is too ugly. To be honest, I'm really unwilling to want me to become him! Now my dad can make money than that Massimo. In history, he has always given his younger brother money to play football. It should be okay if my son is going to do it. Thinking of this, Xiao Hua laughed foolishly again.
Chapter completed!