Prominence in Football Community

After the first round of the play-offs, the match between Sampdoria and Sassuolo became the focus of much attention.

Gao Zheng's aggressive attitude in the interview after the game was also the focus of media discussions.

"Sister Feng, don't you think the handsome guy is afraid of being slapped in the face?" Xiao Yingying held a newspaper and asked Feng Shiyao who was playing the piano next to her.

"How would I know."

Feng Shiyao found that she didn't really know Gao Zheng well. What kind of person is he, what is his personality, what he likes and what he doesn't like... Feng Shiyao doesn't know all these things.

Although I had contact with Gao Zheng several times, I didn't talk much about it. The first time they met on the plane and train, the two of them basically didn't chat. The second time they met, the two of them just had a brief chat and didn't get to know each other deeply, so she didn't know who Gao Zheng was, and Gao Zheng certainly didn't know her either.

Although the two of them added WeChat to each other, the content of the last chat was Merry Christmas, which was half a year ago.

In fact, Feng Shiyao sometimes wondered why Gao Zheng never looked for her again after she added WeChat and exchanged holiday greetings.

This kind of situation still rarely happens to her.

That Ma Huanyang, after adding WeChat to the overseas student activities, was always very attentive and wanted to chat with her. Even if Feng Shiyao treated him very coldly, he himself would continue to leave messages for her on WeChat.

With such a foil, Feng Shiyao felt that Gao Zheng was really different from other boys.

But thinking about what Xiao Yingying said, it might be because the two of them are not in the same world. He is a big star, and he is just an ordinary foreign student, so there shouldn't be any intersection.

"By the way, Sister Feng. Our overseas students are going to visit Gao Zheng outside the Mughnaini training base again to cheer him up. Are you going?"

"No." Feng Shiyao replied very simply, which surprised even Xiao Yingying. During this time, Sister Feng often watched football with her. She thought Feng Shiyao had fallen in love with football and Gao Zheng because of this. This time, I should definitely be able to see Gao Zheng with myself.

Unexpectedly, Sister Feng flatly rejected her.

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm going to sing."

"Ahem... Why does it sound so awkward when you say that about yourself?"

"Sell my technology to make money, why is it awkward?"

"When you say that, I feel even more awkward..."

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"Gao Zheng, I heard that Squinzi rejected you because of the Milan lab report, is that true?" agent Viviano asked Gao Zheng.

"I don't know." Gao Zheng spread his hands.

"You really don't know?" Viviano was surprised.

"Of course, I've never seen that Squinzi, and Sassuolo's manager and coach didn't tell me about it at the time. How would I know if it was his decision. But even if it was his decision, in the past It’s all over, and there’s no point in discussing it.”

Viviano nodded: "That's right, anyway, you are doing well in Sampdoria now. But I think the report about the Milan laboratory should be taken seriously."

About that report, Gao Zheng almost forgot now. At the beginning, he was very concerned about it. He didn't know how many times he had to look down at his left foot every game.

now what?

If Viviano hadn't mentioned it, he really couldn't remember it.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with my left foot."

"That's what I said, but I think you should do a serious inspection of your left foot to confirm the authority of the Milan laboratory. We used to say that the Milan laboratory is the authority, and they were indeed in AC Milan at the beginning of the century. But we all know that there have been many unreliable things in the Milan laboratory in recent years. So regarding your left foot, I don’t think you can just trust the judgment of the Milan laboratory. Or you should check with other authorities.

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After what Viviano said, Gao Zheng fell silent.

"There should be no suspense about Sampdoria's promotion this season. Next season will be the First Division, and the requirements in all aspects are higher than those of the Second Division. I don't want you to play in the First Division with hesitation."

"But I don't know of any other authority..."

"I happen to have that relationship," Viviano said with a smile. "After you finish the last two games, I will arrange a very professional and detailed inspection for you. And you can rest assured that the authority of the person who inspects you is definitely not inferior to that of the Milan laboratory... No, maybe more than the Milan laboratory It needs to be authoritative in this field.”

"Okay." Gao Zheng didn't refuse, and agreed quickly.

In fact, he also wanted to completely solve the problem with his left foot. The Milan laboratory's diagnosis of him at the beginning was like the tenant upstairs who only took off one boot, and the other boot did not take off for a day. Deep down I still have to worry about it for a day.

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Before the game against Sassuolo, Gao Zheng met the group of foreign students again, who came to cheer him with national flags and slogans.

"Come on, Gao Zheng! Get promoted to the First Division, so I can see you play next year!" Someone among the foreign students said to Gao Zheng.

Gao Zheng was very surprised: "Whether you are in the First Division or not, can't you all see it?"

But the man shook his head and said, "I'm graduating and returning to my country. I can't watch the broadcast of Serie B in China."

It was only then that Gao Zheng remembered that it was true. After he played for the first time in Sampdoria, his parents and Director Yang asked him how he could watch the live broadcast of his game, and then they found that they could not watch the live broadcast of Serie B in China.

Many fans in China either watch the live broadcast of Serie B by foreign TV stations on the Internet, or they can only wait to watch the news reports about him on the sports news. News coverage of his games aired on the sports news.

In addition, the Internet is now developed, and some game highlights can also be seen through the Internet. So even if there is no live broadcast, Gao Zheng's wonderful performance will not be missed.

But for many fans, watching the highlights is worse than watching the live broadcast.

"Gao Zheng, Gao Zheng, Sampdoria can be upgraded successfully, right?" Xiao Yingying raised her hand in the crowd and asked.

The person next to her gave her a blank look: "Isn't this nonsense! With Gao Zheng here, Sassuolo can still take advantage? Besides, everyone knows the relationship between Gao Zheng and Sassuolo..."

Everyone laughed.

Gao Zheng also laughed: "Don't worry, the upgrade is definitely possible."

He spoke with full confidence, and no one asked him where his confidence came from at this time, or reminded him to guard against arrogance and impetuosity.

Another international student said: "I read on the Internet that Leonardo Giovanetti is actually a racist. Is that true?"

Gao Zheng shook his head: "I don't know."

"Whether it is or not, I don't like that person anyway, Gao Zheng, you must give him a look!"

"That's right, I think that person is also very upset!"

"I think he is deliberately targeting Gao Zheng!"

A group of foreign students condemned Leonardo Giovanetti.

Gao Zheng didn't interrupt them, but waited for them to finish cursing with a smile before waving: "Come on, let's take a photo together."

Then everyone pulled up the national flag and slogan, and found a fan to help them complete a group photo.

Gao Zheng was surrounded by everyone, holding a corner of the national flag in his hand, with a bright smile on his face.

After taking the photo, he did not return the national flag to the foreign students, but said: "Can you lend me this national flag? I plan to use it after upgrading..."

When the foreign students heard what he said, their eyes lit up—they had also seen some players display their country's national flag after winning the game. They didn't expect that the five-star red flag would have the opportunity to appear on this court now.

Of course no one would disagree.

"Give it to you, Gao Zheng! You hold it better than us!"

After waving goodbye to the international students, Gao Zheng folded up the national flag and put it in his bag.

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