[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-318":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","FORESIGHT",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1847516,2452,"Chapter 318 318: The Conversation","foresight-chapter-318",318,"\u003Cp>\"Six years went by before I noticed it,\" Arsène Wenger said quietly to Wilshere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere pressed his lips together and said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger paused, then spoke again. \"You know what I'm about to say.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere's shoulders shook. His breathing broke. A low, broken sound escaped his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had joined Arsenal's academy at sixteen. He grew up here. Even on loan, this club was home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Wenger was asking him to leave that home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought hurt. He could not accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Coach…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere looked up. His eyes were red. Tears kept falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger raised a hand. \"You know me. You know how I work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere opened his mouth, then lowered his head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have two options,\" Wenger said calmly. \"The summer window is still open. You can find a club and leave now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or you finish the final year of your contract. Then you leave on a free.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger's tone stayed even. That made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger did not rush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Wilshere wiped his face. He seemed to have accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need time,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger nodded. \"Then it will be a free transfer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere nodded. He stood up and walked out without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger watched him leave before slumping into his seat, muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sometimes I hate my job.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>. . .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere entered the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was loud. Chamberlain was joking around. The mood was loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chamberlain bumped into him by accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere shouted. The sound froze the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilshere kept his head down. He went to his locker, shoved his stuff into his bag, slammed the door, and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chamberlain frowned. \"What was that about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai noticed it too. Wilshere looked off. Whatever Wenger said was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Kai did not dwell on it. They were not close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, Kai went home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He showered and trimmed his beard. It had grown thick. Flamini's product worked well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he finished, the doorbell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Fanshu stood outside in sportswear, holding a bento box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look,\" she said, lifting it slightly. \"You must be hungry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai blinked. \"It is about time to eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I made it for you,\" she said, glancing inside. \"Are you not going to invite me in?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was not here for work this time. She looked relaxed and lively. At work, she always felt more serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed the boxes on the table and opened them one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chicken breast with light dressing. Buckwheat noodles for carbs. Broccoli for fiber,\" she said. \"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai raised an eyebrow. \"You cooked all this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded. \"Strict low-calorie plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai coughed softly. \"Thanks for the meal. But athletes need energy, not just low calories. This looks like a pre-match dinner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Fanshu smiled. \"Perfect timing. You play Manchester City tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai nodded. \"Then this works.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed to the last box. \"And this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled with confidence. \"The highlight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cucumbers, scallions, vegetables, and a dark sauce in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Northeast dipping vegetables.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai's eyes lit up. \"This I can eat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit down. Try it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai ate quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She talked now and then. The atmosphere softened. The distance faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finished, she stood up to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks for dinner,\" Kai said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're welcome.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated. \"In the future—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. I'm going,\" she said, turning away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai scratched his head and closed the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Ma Fanshu exhaled deeply. She wrinkled her nose and whispered, \"I will not give you the chance to say no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opportunities are taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So are partners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had faith in her timing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai went back inside and noticed the lunch box under the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sat between the chair and the wall, half covered by a seat cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not look intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai assumed she simply forgot it and did not dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>. . .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Kai arrived at the training base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The locker room buzzed with noise. Players talked about the match. The mood carried quiet tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai chatted with a few teammates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arsène Wenger walked in and looked around. \"Where is Jack?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Players exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No one has seen him?\" Wenger asked, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger waved a hand. \"Alright. Everyone on the squad, get on the bus. We are leaving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The team boarded one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were heading to Manchester to face Manchester City away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>London to Manchester was just over two hundred and fifty kilometers. The trip took about two hours. Arsenal left in the morning and arrived around noon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After checking in and resting briefly, they went to the stadium to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Etihad was already alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since winning the league, Manchester City had changed. They were no longer just another Premier League side. They were contenders, even if not yet a true giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This match would be difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>City had lost to Arsenal before. They knew how strong this team was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beating Arsenal was no easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, at home, City would push with everything they had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starting lineup was announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navas in goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sagna, Mustafi, and Koscielny at the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flamini and Cazorla in midfield, with Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suarez up front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai partnered with Flamini again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kanté had impressed, but Wenger stayed cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mustafi had waited a full season for his place. Wenger trusted patience more than momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai pulled on his shirt and shorts. He adjusted his socks, slid in his shin guards, and tied his boots tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the captain's armband and wrapped it around his arm. He gave it a small tug to check if it held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stood up and clapped his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright. You ready?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go, Cap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energy filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai smiled, raised his arm, and said, \"Let's take control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arsenal on three. one. Two. Three.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room answered together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARSENAL!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>. . .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please do leave a review and powerstones, which helps with the book's exposure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feel like joining a Patreon for free and subscribing to advanced chapters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Visit the link:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[email protected]\u002FGRANDMAESTA_30\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Change @ to a\u003C\u002Fp>",1032,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.891Z",1,"novelbin.me","3b9e01b34556f5cbb6c7304336fd03ffed81ca994ecaae7489b58b0b920ed487","foresight-chapter-319","foresight-chapter-317",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]