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"Really? Gao signed with Sampdoria..."

On the sidelines of the training ground of the Sassuolo reserve team, the head coach of the reserve team Mandeli heard the news from the reserve team coach Carlino who came here specially.

"That bastard Bruni gave us a big 'thank you' on the phone." Carlino said angrily. "We just let go of a genius so easily. Just because our boss is a bloody supporter of AC Milan... I tell you, Paro. If the media finds out about this, we Sassuolo will be reduced to the whole of Italy. It’s a laughing stock—a dignified independent club, because the owner is a fan of AC Milan, so he rejected a genius because of the conclusion of the Milan laboratory!"

Mandeli quickly put his hand to his mouth: "Shh, keep your voice down..."

"What are you afraid of, the boss can't come to the training ground every day, right?"

"We only have this training ground. Everyone trains together. Who knows how your words will reach the boss's ears?"

Carlino also had some scruples, so he had to sigh helplessly: "The only good news is that Sampdoria is in Serie A, and we are in Serie B, so basically we can't meet them. Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing..."

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Yang Wenlong was watching the video recorded by Guo Wei on the Sassuolo training ground. When he saw Gao Zheng smilingly asked the Sassuolo sports manager: "Then what if they are wrong? Is the authority wrong?"

He grinned.

"This kid!"

The tone is full of indulgence.

"How is he over there?" He asked Guo Wei who was standing beside him.

"I have already started to train normally in the team. The coach said that his physical fitness and strength are problems. In addition, the injury of his left foot was not found after the physical examination, but just in case, we still need to strengthen the muscles of the foot..." Guo Wei told Yang Wenlong all the information he had exchanged with the coach before leaving.

Yang Wenlong nodded while listening.

After Guo Wei finished speaking, he asked, "Do you have any suggestions? Do you want to call him and explain?"

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "Shut up... What advice do I have? He's the coach of an Italian professional club, so he's not better than me? I'll stop embarrassing myself."

"Hey, Lao Yang, you can be regarded as his enlightenment teacher after all, so what you say..."

"Master, what a fart, I just brought him in. To be honest, it has nothing to do with me to be able to achieve what he is today. Otherwise, I have brought so many students, why is he able to play football in Italy alone? This football, Acquired training is very important, but talent is more important. That kid is really talented, and he can't stop him..."

Guo Wei remembered what Gao Zheng said to himself in the car when he went to Italy.

His Director Yang didn't think it was his own credit, but he wanted to make a name for Director Yang...

"But Lao Yang, I still want to congratulate you. No matter what, Gao Zheng is your disciple. If your disciple becomes famous in the future, you will be famous too..."

Yang Wenlong shook his head and said, "Those are meaningless, I just want to continue this training class, so that those kids who want to learn how to play football will not have a place to learn..."

Guo Wei took out a thick stack of RMB from his bag and put it on Yang Wenlong's desk.

"This is..." Yang Wenlong looked up at him strangely.

"Xiao Gao knows that you paid for his board and lodging air ticket to Italy, and this is the money he paid you back."

"You told him, right?" Yang Wenlong stared at Guo Wei.

Guo Wei said with a smile: "Old Yang, do you think your proud disciple is so stupid that he doesn't know about this?"

Yang Wenlong looked at the pile of money in front of him and sighed: "That kid... where did he get the money?"

"Didn't he sign with Sampdoria? He paid part of the salary in advance."

"Salary advance? I didn't ask him for it, so what is he in such a hurry? Does he not need money in Italy alone?"

"He says,

Uh..." Guo Wei hesitated, wondering if he should tell Lao Yang what Gao Zheng said.

"What did he say?" Yang Wenlong asked.

"Uh, he said he was afraid that you would not have enough money to pay the rent, and this training class will be closed..." Guo Wei still remembers the scene when Gao Zheng said these words, and he has never met a proud disciple and his master This is how we get along.

"This bastard!" Sure enough, Yang Wenlong was furious after hearing this, and went to grab the broom. But when he really took the broom in his hand, he realized that Gao Zheng was not in front of him.

Only Guo Wei looked at him in surprise: "Old Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang Wenlong looked down at the broom in his hand, then threw it out.

"That kid is lucky, he ran far enough..."

He leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed.

This time he really couldn't catch up.

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Gao Zheng carried a sports bag on his shoulders, which contained the things he needed for training, and trotted all the way to a viewing platform in the middle of the winding mountain road.

Panting for breath, he stopped to rest.

What caught his eyes was a large expanse of blue—the blue Mediterranean Sea and the blue sky almost merged into one. In the sea of ​​golden light and rain, the white ships cut through the waves and set off waves of spray, and the seabirds flew and circled behind the ships. In the distance, on the line between the sea and the sky, many freighters lined up to pass by.

Seeing such a spectacular scene, Gao Zheng took a deep breath, and his breath became much more even.

"high."

A voice interrupted his appreciation of the beauty in front of him.

Gao Zheng knew who it was without turning his head. When the whole team called him "Devil King", there was only one person who insisted on calling him that, which made him feel a lot closer...of course it was Mauro Icardi.

Gao Zheng turned his head and saw Icardi straddling a motorcycle, wearing a handsome leather jacket, his eyes peeped out from under the helmet, staring at Gao Zheng.

"Handsome." Gao Zheng walked around the red motorcycle.

"Streetfighter for Ducati."

"Where did you get it?"

"I bought it."

Gao Zheng raised his head and glanced at Icardi: "People who come from wealthy families are rich!"

Icardi didn't answer his words, and shook his head to the back seat: "Get in the car, I'll take you."

Gao Zheng showed a hesitant expression.

"what?"

"Uh, I'm afraid you'll drive your car off a cliff..."

Icardi said angrily: "Am I that kind of person!"

Gao Zheng laughed and stepped onto the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Hold it well." After Icardi finished speaking, he refueled and started.

The motorcycle roared on the mountain road, Gao Zheng put his arms around Icardi's waist, feeling the mountain wind blowing across his face, um... a bit cold.

He hugged Icardi a little tighter.

"What's wrong?" Icardi was keenly aware of this change in Gao Zheng.

"Nervous, I'm really afraid that you will drive the car off the cliff."

"Then I didn't die with you?"

"You can jump off the car before rushing off the cliff." Gao Zheng said confidently. "You have a heart to calculate that I don't have a heart, I will definitely die!"

"You..." Facing Gao Zheng's naked villain's heart, Icardi had nothing to say.

"Didn't you rent it? Why did you even buy the car?" Gao Zheng hunched his body and shrunk his head, trying to let Icardi in front help him to block the wind blowing in front of him, but this sitting posture is really a bit awkward. ugly...

"Just sell it at that time." Icardi's tone seemed to be completely indifferent to the depreciation cost lost when the first-hand became second-hand.

Gao Zheng hugged Icardi even tighter: "Lord, let's be friends!"

Icardi gritted his teeth and said: "If you strangle me again, you will really drive off the cliff."

Only then did Gao Zheng relax a little.

"I've scored five goals," Icardi said suddenly.

"It's amazing, congratulations."

"What about you? When will you be able to play? You haven't entered the squad for six games." Icardi asked.

"How do I know, isn't this something the head coach should consider?"

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Icardi's tone was a little anxious, and he didn't have such a caring tone when it came to selling the car.

"Worried?" Gao Zheng smiled, "It took me a year to come back, don't be in a hurry..."

"But I'm in a hurry!" Icardi interrupted Gao Zheng. "I'm only here for half the season and I don't even know where I'll be next season!"

"Oh, Mauro. Some things can't be forced. We play football differently. What can we do if we mess around?"

Icardi said capriciously: "I don't care!"

"You kid..." Gao Zheng tapped his helmet: "Here we are."

They had already reached the gate of the Mughnaini Sports Center.

Gao Zheng jumped out of the car, the training ground and the parking lot were not in the same direction, and he was about to part ways with Icardi here.

"Don't think so much, we can be friends. For example, if you are going back to Barcelona, ​​you can give me this car..."

Before Gao Zheng finished speaking, Icardi twisted the accelerator, and the red motorcycle roared violently. It swung its buttocks and rushed out of Gao Zheng's face. It disappeared quickly, and only the roar continued.

"Oh, what a quick temper..." Gao Zheng touched his head, turned and ran to the reserve team training ground.

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PS, I don't know what kind of character Icardi should be, and I don't know if he rode a motorcycle to train when he was loaned to Sampdoria.

But I just wrote it like this because I wanted to write this kind of Icardi, which may be completely different from reality, but this is the Icardi in "Green Green", and he should be like this.

I've found that sometimes I'm obsessed with how real players really look, and it's going to limit me writing about them as much as I would with fictional characters. So I want to try to treat them as a character of the same name, try to incorporate my own understanding while ensuring that the basic information is not wrong, and write those characters more like a living person than an NPC.

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