Feng Shiyao did not go to the newsstand to buy newspapers again today because Gao Zheng's interview has ended.

Xiao Yingying was different. She bought another copy of the 19th Century Newspaper and went back to the dormitory to read the reports about yesterday's Sampdoria game with relish. The focus was of course on the large photos of Gao Zheng.

"The handsome guy scored another goal yesterday!" She announced to Feng Shiyao excitedly. "And it is said to be a very beautiful goal!"

"You really became a fan because of your handsome guy?" Feng Shiyao asked strangely. Xiao Yingying, like her, was not a fan, and had no interest in football before.

"So what?" Xiao Yingying pouted. "Don't the pseudo-fans fall in love with football because of handsome stars?"

Feng Shiyao shrugged.

"I asked the person in charge of the international student activities, how many tickets can he get there? I want to go to watch his competition on site next time!" Xiao Yingying's decision shocked Feng Shiyao.

"Go to watch the football live?!"

"That's right, live! Sister Feng, do you want to go with me to watch it? I know you are not interested in football, and watching football on the spot is still noisy... But just take it as accompanying me, okay?" Xiao Yingying rushed up and grabbed Feng Shiyao's arm and shook it hard.

Feng Shiyao was dizzy when she shook her: "Okay, okay, I'll accompany you, don't shake it..."

"Long live!" Xiao Yingying happily gave Feng Shiyao a hug.

Seeing her so happy, a thought suddenly flashed through Feng Shiyao's mind, and then asked carefully: "Hey, I said you... can't you fall in love with that handsome guy?"

"Of course I like him. Sister Feng, you don't know how handsome he is, a hundred times more handsome than in the photo!"

"I'm not saying this like, I'm saying...that kind of like."

Xiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sister Feng, what do you think? He is a star, what am I? Even if I pursue him, he has to accept it. When we graduate and return to China, they will continue to stay here to play football. We and him are people from two worlds, two parallel lines that will never intersect."

She stretched out the index fingers of her hands and placed them side by side at a distance, meaning two parallel lines.

"Two parallel lines..."

"Yes, two parallel lines are always parallel and will never intersect!" Xiao Yingying said firmly.

Feng Shiyao frowned: "But I remember that in non-European geometry, two parallel lines can intersect..."

"What is that?" Xiao Yingying was stunned.

"It is in the plane geometry that two parallel lines seem impossible to intersect, but if they are on the spherical surface..."

"Stop, Sister Feng. That's just a metaphor. Can you stop being serious?" Xiao Yingying was so amused. "Anyway, I just want to explain that a small person like me is absolutely impossible to have any story with a big star."

"Don't you really like watching idol dramas? Isn't this the plot in idol dramas?"

"Idol dramas are all fake. The screenwriter wrote them. I just want to have fun and dream. If you wake up from your dream, how should you live your life? "Xiao Yingying was surprised that Sister Feng seemed to break the meaning of asking the end today, and she couldn't bear it anymore. "Sister Feng, please stop discussing this issue, okay?"

"Uh, okay, sorry." Feng Shiyao raised her hands and surrendered voluntarily.

Xiao Yingying continued to read her newspaper, but Feng Shiyao was a little absent-minded when she lowered her head to read.

Will the two worlds really not intersect?

Then what am I?

Break through the dimension wall?

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After training, the players gathered together to play small games, and didn't know who proposed it at the beginning to see who could kick the football directly into the goal from the corner flag area.

This proposal attracted a group of people in the team who were quite confident in their skills.

Each person tries once, and the person who cannot kick will be eliminated, while the person who kicks will advance to the next round and continues to compete until the final winner is determined.

Gao Zheng's performance in this mini game is quite eye-catching.

At the end of the game, he simply put the football outside the bottom line and tried to challenge the negative angle.

Instead of rubbing the inner instep, he chose to use the outer instep of his left foot to directly draw the ball. The football was obviously drawn out of an arc and then spinning into the unguarded goal.

"Oh!!! Awesome!! It's so awesome!"

Pelle cheered excitedly, making it as if he had kicked the ball in.

Gao Zheng was embarrassed by his yelling and waved his hands repeatedly: "Good luck, just be fooled..."

"You can get in any kick, doesn't it better mean that you are awesome?" Pelle seemed to have not understood what Gao Zheng meant, and he braged even more fiercely. "I know you Chinese all like to be modest, but being too modest is hypocritical, Gao! You are so powerful! You don't need to be modest at all!"

Gao Zheng, who wanted to defend himself, quickly shut up.

The others looked at each other and thought this scene was really funny. Pelle looked down on Gao Zheng before, but now he is so diligent in flattery.

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The mini games on the training ground naturally attracted the attention of the sideline coaching team.

"Gao's footwork and mentality are good, so relaxed," assistant coach Carillo praised. "Although he has scored seven goals, he is really not sure of his pride and complacent from the training. It's this physical fitness..."

Speaking of this, he sighed.

Gao Zheng's physical fitness is the most troublesome thing he thinks. In comparison, his physical ability to fight is not that great.

After all, if you lack physical fitness, you can't start and have to play as a substitute. The team cannot always expect him to turn the tide after he comes as a substitute. If you can start, wouldn't it be better to lock in the victory early?

"On the contrary, Giuseppe. I think this is a good thing." Head coach Acini, who was standing next to him, rubbed his chin and said.

"Good thing? Why?" Carillo didn't understand.

"Because this gave him a process of slowly adapting, the pressure faced by starting and substitutes is still different. I think for Gao, he must be willing to accept such an arrangement, otherwise why didn't he come to us to talk about playing time?"

"Uh..." Carillo has never seen Gao Zheng feel dissatisfied with every substitute appearance, but how many young people are indifferent to this situation? Who doesn't want to be the starting lineup and be the main player?

"I think Gao must have considered this issue, so don't worry. Besides, haven't we always paid attention to his physical fitness improvement? When it's time to start, I will never put him on the bench, and I think his teammates may not question this."

Carillo remembered that Pelle was actually a substitute for Gao Zheng, so he laughed: "Indeed, everyone can see who is the real key figure of this team."

Yacini nodded: "So, just let it go. And Giuseppe, compared with his high physical fitness, I am more worried about another question about him."

"What's the question?" Carillo asked curiously.

"When I came to the training base today, I heard the security guards complaining that high levels caused traffic congestion and order at the entrance of the training base, which increased their workload and made them feel very embarrassed." Yacini told Carillo what he learned when he came to work today.

"... The security guard said Gao still walked out of the training base on foot and faced the crazy fans and reporters directly. Anyone could easily touch him and touch him... It is said that he still lives in an ordinary apartment in Boriasco. When he played football in the reserve team, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. But now he is becoming more and more popular and concerned. I think it's not a good thing that he continues to be exposed to the public without protection... He is becoming more and more important in the team, and his safety must be taken seriously."

Carillo nodded. This was indeed a more urgent question than physical fitness: "What should I do?"
Chapter completed!