"...In the just-concluded Sampdoria's second-tier league match against Varese, Chinese player Gao contributed another wonderful goal for us. He picked two Varese players in a row, and then shot the football into Varese's goal with a beautiful turn and volley... With this goal, Sampdoria finally defeated Varese 1-0 at home, achieving a good start after the winter break... I dare to assert that this goal will appear in various highlights countless times in the next week... Next, let us appreciate this wonderful goal of Gao again..."

In the newspaper office area of ​​the 19th Century Newspaper, a huge LCD TV is hanging, and the highlights of this round of Serie B produced by the TV station are playing.

Many people who are not busy at work are gathered in front of the TV, holding a coffee cup and looking up at the TV screen. Gao Zheng had just picked Telize backwards, then turned around and shot until the football flew into the goal. Varese goalkeeper Walter Breson failed to make an effective save - he almost turned his head and watched the football flew into the goal he was guarding.

"Oh! It's so beautiful!"

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

While they were applauding Sampdoria's victory and Gao Zheng's beautiful goals, Frecello was in the editor's office and asked him for it.

"I want to have an exclusive interview with Gao," Frechelo said. "I heard that the Trade Courier seems to be contacting him, and we are going to be ahead of the Trade Courier."

Editor-in-chief Vincenzo Camaneto nodded: "You are right, you can't let the Trade Courier take the lead. Is there anything you need to cooperate with you?"

"I hope I can reserve a full version for me..."

"A full version?" Camanetto exclaimed, then frowned, "Would it be too exaggerated?"

"No, I don't even know if a full version is enough," Frecelo said. "The boy has so many things worth exploring, his Chinese identity, his experience in the reserve team, his grudges with Atzori, and AC Milan. He has received youth training in AC Milan and won the best in the country in U16. Don't you want to know why such an excellent player didn't stay in AC Milan in the end?"

"Isn't it because of serious injuries?"

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

Frecelo asked the editor-in-chief Camaneto was speechless, and then nodded: "So, there seem to be many secrets hidden in this Chinese genius..."

"Of course, as long as they can be dug out, I bet it will cause heated discussions in the whole city!"

Looking at his high-spirited subordinates, Camaneto nodded: "Okay, I'll reserve a full version for you."

"But if..." Frechello wanted to win more for himself.

"If you surpass it, you will make it the previous and next article, and the next article will be put into the next issue." Camanetto made the final decision.

"Okay!" Frechello was also very satisfied with the result.

He turned around and strode out of the office. It turned out that many of his colleagues who had gathered in front of the TV had dispersed because the games of other teams had been broadcast now.

When Frechello passed by his colleagues' desks, he could still hear low voices. Of course, Gao Zheng was the focus of the discussion.

"...It's incredible. I used to think that Chinese people can't play football, but high changes my prejudice. He should be the best person in China to play football..."

"I think he is also outstanding, putting aside his high Chinese identity. Sampdoria really found a treasure this time!"

"That idiot Atzori would not have fallen into this situation if he had high trust at the time..."

"Well, can we stop mentioning him?"

Listening to this discussion, Frechelo raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The conflict between Gao Zheng and Atzori was exposed by him, which is also the most fulfilling thing he has thought he had done so far. To be arrogant, he saved Sampdoria and changed Gao Zheng's fate.

After he made the interview, more people will know him. This time it is not because he is the representative of the player who bravely fought against Atzori, but the star of tomorrow who truly speaks with his strength.

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

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

"A song is ten yuan, and it is for the benefit." Feng Shiyao stretched out his hand to Xiao Yingying.

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

That's a photo.

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

She was stunned before she finished speaking.

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

Feng Shiyao raised her hand and made a beating: "You went before Christmas, why are you giving you the photos now?"

"Isn't the person in charge of international students still suffering from severe procrastination?" Xiao Yingying pointed to the handsome guy in sportswear in the photo and asked Feng Shiyao, "Just ask if you are handsome!"

Feng Shiyao looked at the "Xiao Gao" in the photo and said lightly: "Don't you think you are so handsome?"

"Hmph, you are jealous, Sister Feng!"

"He is a man, what am I jealous of him?" Feng Shiyao was amused.

"Uh...yes." Xiao Yingying also reacted.

"The handsome guy returns you." Feng Shiyao returned the photo to Xiao Yingying.

"I tell you, Sister Feng, others are so good, enthusiastic and gentle. At that time, so many of us asked him to sign and take a photo, but he was not impatient at all, and they were all satisfied..."

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

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

"Repent..." 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 muttered something: "It's particularly handsome when you smile. Compared with him, the piano prince has become a little ordinary..."

Feng Shiyao listened to her roommate's muttering, subconsciously plucked the strings in her hand, and was still a little surprised by what she had discovered just now. She really didn't expect that Xiao Gao, who looked quite ordinary, was actually a professional player. Looking at his thin body, it was really incompatible with the fiercely confronting football...
Chapter completed!