Prominence in Football Community

"...In the just-concluded Serie B match between Sampdoria and Varese at home, Chinese player Gao scored another wonderful goal for us. He beat two Varese players in a row. player, and then volleyed the football into Varese's goal with a beautiful turn... With this goal, Sampdoria finally defeated Varese at home by 10 and won the team after the winter break. It’s a good start... I dare to say that this goal will appear in various highlight screens countless times in the next week... Next, let us appreciate Gao’s wonderful goal again..."

In the newspaper office area of ​​the Nineteenth Century Newspaper, a huge LCD TV is hanging, which is playing the highlight highlights of the current round of Serie B produced by the TV station.

Many people who are not busy with work are gathered in front of the TV at this moment, holding coffee cups, looking up at the TV screen. On the screen, Gao Zheng just picked Thales back, then turned around and volleyed until the football flew into the Varese goalkeeper Walter Bresson failed to make an effective save. He almost turned his head and watched the football fly into the goal he was guarding.

"Oh! It's so beautiful!"

Although I have seen it many times, at this moment, there were cheers and applause in the office area. These people are all Sampdoria supporters.

While they were applauding Sampdoria's victory and Gao Zheng's beautiful goal, Frécello was in the editor's office, making demands on him.

"I want to do an exclusive interview with Gao," Frachello said. "I've heard that the Trade Courier appears to be contacting him, and we're going to get ahead of the Trade Courier."

Editor-in-chief Vincenzo Camaneto nodded: "You're right, you can't let the Trade Courier get ahead of you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I wish I could reserve a full page..."

"A full page?" Camaneto exclaimed, then frowned, "Is it too exaggerated?"

"Not at all, I don't even know if a full page is enough." Frécello said, "There are so many things worth digging out of that kid, his Chinese identity, his experience in the reserve team, his and Atezori's grievances, and Milan, he once received youth training in Milan, and won the national best at 16, don't you want to know why such an excellent player did not stay in Milan in the end?"

"Isn't it because of a serious injury?"

"That's just one of the reasons... and I heard that before coming to Sampdoria, he went to Sassuolo for a trial training. The performance in the trial training was pretty good, but why didn't he stay at Sassuolo in the end? Luo, came to Sampdoria instead?"

Camaneto, the editor-in-chief asked by Frécello, was speechless,

Then nodded: "So it seems that this Chinese genius still hides a lot of secrets..."

"Of course, as long as we can dig them all out, I bet it will cause a heated discussion in the whole city!"

Looking at his highly motivated subordinates, Camaneto nodded: "Okay, I will reserve a full page for you."

"But if..." Frécello still wanted to win some more for himself.

"If it exceeds, it will be made into part two, and the second part will be put in the next issue." Camaneto made a final decision.

"Good!" Frecello was also very satisfied with the result.

He turned around and strode out of the office. The colleagues who had gathered in front of the TV had already dispersed a lot, because the games of other teams had already been broadcasted.

When Frécello passed by the desks of his colleagues, he could still hear the discussion in a low voice, and the focus of the discussion was of course Gao Zheng.

"...It's unbelievable. I used to think that Chinese people can't play football, but Gao changed my prejudice. He should be the best player in China..."

"I think regardless of Gao's Chinese identity, he is outstanding. Sampdoria really found a treasure this time!"

"That idiot Atzori, if he had had high trust back then, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation..."

"Hey, can we leave him alone?"

Listening to such an argument, Frécello raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He was the one who exposed the conflict between Gao Zheng and Atzori, and this is the most fulfilling thing he has done so far. Speaking of arrogance, he saved Sampdoria and changed Gao Zheng's fate.

And after he makes the interview, more people will know him, this time not because he is the representative of the player who bravely fought against Atzori, but the star of tomorrow who really speaks with his strength.

Feng Shiyao was practicing singing with her guitar in the dormitory. At this moment, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and her singing stopped abruptly.

"Hey, don't stop, Sister Feng, keep going." Xiao Yingying waved to Feng Shiyao.

"Ten yuan a song, Cheng Hui." Feng Shiyao stretched out her hand to Xiao Yingying.

Xiao Yingying patted the things in her hands on the palm of her hand: "Can you pay the debt with a handsome guy?"

That is a photo.

"A handsome guy is worth ten yuan in your heart?" Feng Shiyao picked up the photo, "Which handsome guy is this between you and..."

She froze before she finished speaking.

Seeing this, Xiao Yingying smiled and said, "This is the Chinese player who played in Sampdoria! I told you he was a handsome guy, and he is really handsome! You are so handsome that you are stunned, right?"

Feng Shiyao raised her hand as a beating gesture: "You guys went there before Christmas, why are the photos only given to you now?"

"Isn't the person in charge of the international students seriously procrastinating?" Xiao Yingying pointed to the handsome guy in the sportswear on the photo and asked Feng Shiyao, "Just ask if you are handsome or not!"

Feng Shiyao looked at "Xiao Gao" in the photo, and said lightly: "I don't think you are as handsome as you?"

"Hmph, you are jealous, Sister Feng!"

"He's a man, why am I jealous of him?" Feng Shiyao was amused.

"Uh...that's right." Xiao Yingying also responded.

"Give it back to you handsome guy." Feng Shiyao returned the photo to Xiao Yingying.

"Let me tell you, Sister Feng, he is very nice, warm-hearted and gentle. At that time, so many people asked him for autographs and group photos, and he was not impatient at all, and he was satisfied with each of them..."

Hearing Xiao Yingying praise him in front of her, Feng Shiyao seemed to nod absent-mindedly: "Yeah, I know..."

"What do you know... You didn't go again. Do you regret it now?"

"Regret..." Feng Shiyao nodded, but then she made a face at her roommate, "That's weird!"

Xiao Yingying snorted, ignored Feng Shiyao, took a photo of herself and the handsome guy and looked at it carefully, and still muttered: "He is very handsome when he smiles. Compared with him, the piano prince has become a bit ordinary... "

Listening to her roommate's muttering, Feng Shiyao plucked the strings subconsciously in her hand, she was still a little surprised by what she found just now. She really didn't expect that Xiao Gao, who looked quite ordinary, was actually a professional player. Body, it really doesn't match the fierce football game...

Maybe a young player who can't play.