[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-foresight":3,"chapter-foresight-foresight-chapter-95":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},1847643,2452,"Chapter 95 95: Esto no es el Real Madrid","foresight-chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>Arsenal Training Base\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning training had just broken for a short rest when Wenger called everyone over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by everyone, he meant the whole first-team setup — players, coaches, medical staff, and managers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood at the edge of the pitch, hands behind his back, his expression unusually grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai noticed Martin Hughes standing beside him, looking decidedly uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody, including Kai, really knew what was going on, but it was clear something had stirred the professor to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger's voice cut through the murmuring group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Read it. Out loud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin Hughes gave a resigned smile, stepping forward and fishing a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. He cleared his throat, his voice tinged with awkwardness as he began:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear Professor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hello. It's Cesc.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of surprise went through the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cesc Fabregas?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin pressed on:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you remember that morning in 2003? That day changed my life. The day you saw something in me and gave me a chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As a young academy boy, to be recognized by one of the best managers in the world… that's when my journey began.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even though it rained that day, I felt nothing but sunshine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With your guidance, I became the player I am. But… I also need to say sorry. I hurt you. I hurt Arsenal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was wrong to leave the way I did. And now… I want to come home. Back to Arsenal — the only place that's ever felt like home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you'll have me, I promise to give everything for this club again. I don't even want my old number back — that's Kai's now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai blinked at that, his mouth quirking into a faint, confused grin. Why am I even in this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he glanced up, Wenger's eyes were locked on him, sharp and serious. Kai immediately straightened and schooled his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin concluded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So… I hope you can forgive me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your student always,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cesc Fabregas.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martin stepped back behind Wenger, folding his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone now understood what this was: an apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger took a deliberate step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, what do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The players exchanged glances, but no one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger didn't seem to expect an answer. His own came quickly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My answer… is no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice grew hard, every word deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I reject Cesc Fabregas's apology. I reject a player who betrayed his captaincy. I reject someone who brought shame to this club.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though his tone was stern, Kai could hear the pain behind it. Wenger still cared about Fabregas — but couldn't bring himself to forgive. Not for Arsenal's sake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arsenal does not accept apologies from traitors. He made his choice, and now he must live with it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit home for everyone present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai bowed his head slightly, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. Why are you looking at me when you say that…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wenger dismissed them back to training after that, and word of Cesc's letter inevitably spread as gossip throughout the squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Kai understood Wenger's intent: to make sure no one else forgot the consequences of betrayal. No second chances. Not here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon, Kai excused himself from training with the coaches' blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His reason was simple: driving practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the season, he planned to move out of Billy's place. Billy had been a gracious host, but the house was no longer practical — too many fans had figured out where to find him, waiting outside each morning. He needed his own space, and he needed a car to go with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, a week ago, he'd applied for a British driver's license through the DVLA, and today was his behind-the-wheel assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vermaelen had been kind enough to lend him his Audi Q7 — a simple automatic, perfect for the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai placed his temporary license on the dashboard and drove to the quiet test site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, a knock came at the passenger window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai stepped out to greet a young man in a coach's vest, who was scribbling notes on a clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Afternoon. I'm today's assessor — you can call me Mr. Bert or just Coach Bert,\" the man said, still looking down. \"Let's get your details first. Name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Le Kai,\" Kai replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Kai?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coach finally looked up, eyes going wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arsenal's Kai?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai rubbed his neck awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My God! You came out here yourself?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai just stared at him, baffled. Why wouldn't I?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shook his head in disbelief, then grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wenger hides you too well! Do you have any idea how many of us want to talk to you? We only ever see you on match days. Here — can you sign something for me first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai gave a sheepish laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can we… maybe finish the test first?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man glanced at the car, eyes lighting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, fair enough! Don't worry — we've got plenty of time to ourselves after.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once back in the car, Kai fastened his seatbelt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright then, Mr. Bert. Shall we start?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assessor waved a hand dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drop the Mr. — just Bert. Or John, if you prefer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back, still grinning at Kai like a kid meeting his hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go ahead. But don't think I'm going to take it easy on you. We don't want our star in an accident.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai could only chuckle under his breath and shift into gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Bert, I'd suggest you sit properly now — I'm about to start driving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bot immediately sat upright, fastening his seatbelt. But then he turned his head ninety degrees to the side… and just kept staring at Kai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai shot him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop turning your head like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bert straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he started sneaking sideways glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assessment dragged on for over an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai finally passed… on his third attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was certain his driving skills were fine — he'd stayed within the lines, obeyed every traffic rule..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai got what he came for — his driver's license.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bert personally handed it over with a broad grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations, Kai. Wishing you good luck in all your future matches.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks,\" Kai replied warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as they were parting ways, Bert lingered, looking a little sheepish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kai… can I ask you something? Just once, selfishly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bot took a deep breath, his tone suddenly serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't leave us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai froze for a beat, caught off guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew where this was coming from. Arsenal fans were hiding scars from losing two captains in recent years. Every transfer rumour — every whisper — sent them into a frenzy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea had even gone so far as to publicly compliment Kai's performances and hint at wanting to lure him away, which had sent Arsenal fans into a furious tirade on Chelsea's website.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, Arsenal fans treated Kai almost possessively. Any suggestion he might leave… and they erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai smiled faintly, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, man. I'm Arsenal's No. 4. I'm not leaving you guys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seemed to satisfy Bert. He handed Kai a slip of paper with his number on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here — if you ever have any driving issues, give me a call.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai chuckled and pocketed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the club, he returned Vermaelen's car and stood for a moment, admiring his new license.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the smile faded as a thought struck him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a driver's license now… but no car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, he turned to Vermaelen with a hopeful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So… does the club provide cars?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vermaelen blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai rubbed the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know… Real Madrid's sponsor gave all their players cars a while back. Don't we have something like that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vermaelen burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Man, you're on ninety grand a week. Buy yourself one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kai put on his most innocent, hopeful expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But… nice cars are so expensive. You sure?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vermaelen rolled his eyes and muttered, clearly exasperated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bloody hell…\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1326,"2026-06-09T07:00:21.491Z",1,"novelbin.me","d9f82cecbf6920a8d2550826c71d91cc70880f298f63ca32d4e4b605437ed565","foresight-chapter-96","foresight-chapter-94",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fforesight-cover.jpg"]