Prominence in Football Community

At night, Feng Shiyao got Gao Zheng's reply: "It's done!"

She was surprised, with so many tickets, why did it get settled so quickly?

"How did you do it? Thirteen tickets..."

"Oh, I want to thank you, Sister Feng. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know that I am so popular in the team!" Gao Zheng said with emotion.

The clever Feng Shiyao understood how Gao Zheng did it - he must have asked other teammates for their free ticket quota.

It's over, it's over, this favor is too big...

She originally thought that she paid the money with one hand, and Gao Zheng handed over the bill with one hand, and the relationship between them was just a simple money transaction relationship.

In the end, Gao Zheng asked someone to ask for a ticket, but he didn't buy it with money at all. Even if she wanted to use money to compensate Gao Zheng, Gao Zheng would definitely not want it—if she collected the money, it would become a reselling ball Got a ticket?

"I'm so sorry to trouble you..."

"Hey, why are you being polite, we are destined!"

Gao Zheng's reply made Feng Shiyao complain in his heart: Since there is a destiny, why have you never contacted after adding WeChat? I thought you didn't remember me at all...

"No matter what, I still want to thank you." Feng Shiyao sent another emoji with a happy smile.

"You're welcome, if you're polite, you'll be offended, ha! By the way, will you come to the game too?"

Feng Shiyao's heart skipped a beat when she saw this sentence, and then replied: "I will come too."

Gao Zheng sent the same emoji with a bright smile: "Thank you for coming to my game. When the tickets are available, let's make an appointment so that I can bring them to you."

"it is good."

Putting down the phone, Feng Shiyao knocked on Xiao Yingying's door.

"What's the matter, Sister Feng?" Xiao Yingying looked at the smiling Feng Shiyao suspiciously.

"Do you want to go to watch the game?" Feng Shiyao asked.

Xiao Yingying frowned, "Sister Feng, stop making fun of me..."

"I'm serious, do you want to go to watch the game?" Feng Shiyao asked with a serious expression.

Xiao Yingying stared blankly at Feng Shiyao, she seemed to have guessed something, then shook her head: "It won't work if it's just the two of us. I said I can't leave everyone behind. If they find out, I'll go to the game alone... ...How can I mess around in the future!"

"Hey, it's not the two of us, it's everyone."

"All sixteen people?" Xiao Yingying became even more surprised.

"Thirteen people, except Ma Huanyang and the three of them, anyway, they already have tickets."

"Awesome!" Xiao Yingying cheered first, and then asked Feng Shiyao strangely: "Sister Feng, how did you do it?"

"I asked a friend of mine to get me thirteen tickets."

Feng Shiyao said it lightly, but Xiao Yingying was shocked when she heard it: "What kind of friend of yours has the energy to get thirteen tickets?"

"Doesn't every player have some free tickets for his family and friends to watch the game? He borrowed all the teammates in the team who can get tickets."

Xiao Yingying looked at Feng Shiyao dumbfounded: "Sister Feng, who is your friend?"

"Hmm..." Feng Shiyao hesitated for a moment, but told Xiao Yingying directly, "It's Gao Zheng."

Xiao Yingying was stunned: "Are you joking, sister Feng?"

"This... I'm really not kidding."

"No, how can your friend be a handsome guy? I'm not saying...I just think...it shouldn't be, how could it be...Isn't this something that happened in an idol drama?" Xiao Yingying was so shocked that she was a little incoherent.

Seeing Xiao Yingying like this, Feng Shiyao said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I should have told you earlier, but uh... just like you said, I'm not sure if he and I are from two worlds. We had no connection before this ticket thing, what if I say I know him and he doesn't think so?"

Xiao Yingying covered her face: "Sister Feng, how did you know him?"

"Do you still remember the time when you asked me to help you bring the cello from China before school started last year?"

"Remember,

What's wrong? "

"It was Gao Zheng who was sitting next to your cello on the plane."

Xiao Yingying was stunned for two seconds and then shouted angrily: "Why is my cello luckier than me!"

Then she asked Feng Shiyao: "That's how you can become friends? Sister Feng, I don't think you are such a casual person!"

Feng Shiyao gave her a blank look: "Later on the train from Milan to Genoa, he became a neighbor with your cello again."

Xiao Yingying turned her head and glanced at the cello in her room, her eyes were like looking at the mistress who was fighting for love... "My cello is made of mahogany, right? I'm guilty of peach blossoms!"

Then she said to Feng Shiyao: "Then you two are really destined, but you probably didn't know who he was at that time, right? He probably wasn't famous at that time..."

Feng Shiyao nodded and said, "Yes. Then at Christmas, he met me who was selling and singing on the street."

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Xiao Yingying was speechless, "You two are destined to meet each other! Even idol dramas dare not act like this!"

"So we added WeChat. But at that time I really didn't know who he was."

Xiao Yingying believed Feng Shiyao's words. Although Gao Zheng had already become famous at that time, Sister Feng didn't listen to anything outside the window and didn't watch football at all. How could she know that it was Gao Zheng?

"I added WeChat and never contacted him again. Until today, I thought of him because of the ticket..."

Xiao Yingying closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said to Feng Shiyao, "Sister Feng, I've already made up a light-hearted and funny romance novel in my brain, and the name is "The Narrow Road to the Enemy"!"

"You should write novels instead of playing the cello." Feng Shiyao was completely speechless to her roommate.

"But if it's Gao Zheng, the tickets may not be a problem... You can go to the scene to watch the handsome guy's game, and everyone will be very happy this time!" Xiao Yingying quickly switched to football. Graduated seniors can also fulfill their wishes."

Feng Shiyao nodded.

She didn't have much interest in the international student organization before, or it can be said that she didn't have a good impression of it, so even though Xiao Yingying repeatedly invited herself to participate in the international student activities, she was never interested.

But after watching these people play a few times, she found that these international students were not the wealthy second-generations who went abroad to have fun all day long, and dreamed of life and death, as she had imagined. Maybe there were still such people, but because of Gao Zheng, because Among the dozen or so people gathered for football, there was none of them.

It is because of the simple love for football and Gao Zheng that everyone comes together and has a regular football watching party every week. Sometimes they would have dinner after watching the game, and sometimes they would leave after watching the game. It was very straightforward, without any messy red tape, and there were no unspoken rules of intrigue.

Even a person like Ma Huanyang is actually not too bad in nature. If you put it in other groups, I'm afraid it can be regarded as a kind sheep...

Gradually, Feng Shiyao developed a feeling for these people, integrated into this group, and was willing to do something for the people in this group.

To put it aside, such a thing is simply unimaginable...

But she did it today, and owed her a huge favor for it.

Seeing Xiao Yingying's happy smile, she was sure that what she did was right and worthwhile.

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The club president, Ricardo Garrone, heard about Gao Zheng looking for someone to borrow tickets on the second day.

"Everyone lent him the tickets?"

"Well...everything that could come out was given to Gao, so he quickly collected 13 tickets." Club manager Sagramola said.

The gray-haired Garone laughed, all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together: "The young man is really popular."

"He is always able to bring victory to the team, and he always has a smile on his face. He doesn't cause trouble. There is really nothing to hate." Sagramola spread his hands.

Garone nodded and asked again: "Is he asking for tickets for his compatriots studying abroad?"

"Yes."

"There has never been a Chinese element in the stands of the Marathi Stadium... Well, don't use Gao to provide tickets. Our club has arranged for them to come and watch the ball in the boxes of the Marasi Stadium in the name of the club. .”

Sagramola was very surprised. He immediately thought that the boss's arrangement was out of commercial considerations. After all, the club had been discussing how to use Gao Zheng to open up the Chinese market again.

Sampdoria Football Club is actually one of the first Italian teams to be associated with China.

In the early days of the professionalization of Chinese football, Sampdoria was the first to visit China and played two games with the Chinese team. Although there was suspicion of match-fixing, it also made outstanding contributions to opening the eyes of Chinese fans. That period happened to be the most glorious moment for Sampdoria, so this team also gained a lot of fans in China as a matter of course.

It's just that with the passage of time, Sampdoria's performance has declined and it has been relegated to the second division. However, the influence of Italian football in China is declining day by day, and Sampdoria's reputation is not as good as before.

Now that Sampdoria has accidentally harvested a Chinese genius, the idea of ​​returning to the Chinese market has naturally become active.

"Do I need to notify the media?" Sagramola asked following this line of thought.

Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand: "No, don't notify the media, don't promote it."

"Why?" Sagramola was puzzled.

"This is not a commercial PR for the purpose of developing the Chinese market. I just want to use this way to thank Gao who has made outstanding contributions to the team's promotion-to make him feel like Sampdoria by entertaining his compatriots. Asia is his home." The old man said with a smile. "So remember, we must not let the reporters know about this matter, and do not publicize it to the outside world, otherwise our good intentions will deteriorate."

Sagramola sighed lightly: "Okay, Mr. Chairman."