"Xiao Yingying, is this what you said to watch the football live?"

Sitting in a bar, Feng Shiyao asked Xiao Yingying who was looking up at TV.

They are in a bar full of Sampdoria fans, who are wearing Sampdoria jerseys and holding beer in their hands, watching the game on the TV.

Xiao Yingying quickly pointed to a boy wearing glasses next to her and said, "Who told him to boast about what he could get us tickets, but it turned out to be a brag!"

The boy with glasses said aggrievedly: "I don't know that Sampdoria's home game tickets are so popular now. After all, it's a second-tier league. In the previous game, the home stands were empty, and the tickets were easy to get. The result is different now... and we have too many people..."

He refers to a dozen Chinese students around him who are the same as them.

This is a gathering for international students, and the theme is to watch Gao Zheng’s competition.

Originally, this plan was ambitious, and wanted everyone to cheer for Gao Zheng in the stands of Malasi Stadium and let China's five-star red flag appear in the stands of Malasi Stadium to show the spirit of Chinese students.

As a result, I couldn't get so many tickets for several consecutive home games.

So there was no way, so the event could only be changed to come to the bar to watch the live broadcast of the game and cheer for Gao Zheng.

"Hi, I'm satisfied to see Gao Zheng's competition, even if it's not on the scene..." Most of the international students were easy to talk to and did not mean to make things difficult for the organizers.

"Yes, we also brought the national flag. When the time comes, remember to send it to everyone."

Feng Shiyao turned her attention to the game, and she asked Xiao Yingying strangely: "Didn't it say that Gao Zheng is the core? Why didn't she play?"

Xiao Yingying was about to explain, but a boy next to her smiled and said, "It is said that because of her poor physical fitness, there is no. This is the first time that the beauty has come to participate in our international students' activities. I have never seen her before..."

Feng Shiyao smiled politely at him: "Thank you."

But there was no answer to the following question.

Xiao Yingying explained to her: "Sister Feng is a busy student, so how can she have so much time to eat, drink and have fun? This time I came out to watch the football, but I forced her to come out."

The boy hurriedly said, "Then Yingying, you have to force yourself to do it. Study is important, but you still need to relax appropriately. To combine work and rest..."

Xiao Yingying saw Feng Shiyao silently saying two words to her from the angle that the boy could not see. Judging from her mouth shape, Sister Feng was talking about "Yingying"... Is this a complaint about Ma Huanyang's name for herself?

In fact, without Sister Feng complaining, Xiao Yingying herself can feel the enthusiasm shown by Ma Huanyang. This is not the first time she has participated in an event between international students, but it is the first time Ma Huanyang calls herself that, and she herself is not used to it.

So Xiao Yingying gave Ma Huanyang an embarrassing and polite smile: "Haha."

Ma Huanyang didn't seem to care about Xiao Yingying's attitude, or he no longer had Xiao Yingying in his eyes. He came to Feng Shiyao and introduced Gao Zheng enthusiastically to her: "The beauty is not a fan, right? Although Gao Zheng is a substitute, he will perform well as long as he comes on the bench. So now Sampdoria fans all call Gao Zheng a 'super substitute'... Although he performed well on the court, Gao Zheng is actually a person who is very easy to contact in private. I have only been to the training base three times, and he can remember it..."

When Ma Huanyang said this, it aroused the envious and jealous exclaiming of the boys around him: "Gao Zheng actually remembers you!"

"Then Brother Ma, have you asked him for an autograph?"

"What's the signing? We, Brother Ma, even take a photo together!"

Ma Huanyang looked at Feng Shiyao with a complicated smile that was obviously showing off but he didn't want to show off.

"If you want Gao Zheng's autograph and photo, I can take you there."

Feng Shiyao also smiled awkward and politely: "Ah, no need, thank you."

"Don't be polite, there's no trouble. In fact, Gao Zheng is really easy to get in touch..." Ma Huanyang still wanted to work hard.

"Well, I know." Feng Shiyao held her chin with her hands and answered absent-mindedly while watching TV.

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Berardi sat in a dedicated area with his reserve teammates to watch the game.

For this game, they came to Modena from Sassuolo in a group.

Sassuolo is just a small town with only one court, which is now the training ground for Sassuolo's first team and reserve team.

The first team's home court is the Alberto Bralia Stadium in Modena.

This stadium can accommodate 21,000 people. It is a good attendance rate for Sassuolo to be able to sit 5,000 people during the game, but today's game Berardi is almost at a distance of 1,000 people.

I don't know if this attendance rate has anything to do with that matter... Even the media in Sassuolo and Modena are talking about this.

They were all discussing that Sassuolo missed a super genius.

"Hey, Dominic, do you think that Gao Zhen is as powerful as the media said?" asked his teammate Manuel Mora, who was sitting next to him, curiously. Born in 1994, he was only transferred to the reserve team this season. He has not experienced the situation when Gao Zheng came to Sassuolo reserve team for a week last season.

Instead of answering the question directly, Berardi pointed to a black man sitting behind them and said, "You can go and ask Marios."

As expected, Mora turned her head and turned her gaze in confusion to the black man.

Marios Connate first glared at Berardi, and then said to Mora helplessly: "Yes, it's really amazing..."

Connert actually said that Gao Zheng was very good at playing football, which surprised Mora who asked the question. You should know that Connert never praises people in the team and is known for being difficult to speak.

"this……"

Looking at Mora's surprised expression, Berardi cleared his throat: "It's a long way to talk about it..."

"Then stop talking!" Connate said to Berardi with a bad face.

Berardi made a face.

Mora asked a new question: "Since Gao is so powerful, why didn't we sign a contract with him? Is what the newspaper said true?"

Berardi shook his head: "I don't know this. How much do we ordinary players know about the decisions of the club's senior management?"

"Will Gao hold his energy in this game and take revenge? Are we in danger?" Mora frowned and said with some concern.

"Don't worry, this is our home court." A teammate next to him patted his shoulder, "And football is not a sport that can be decided by one person. No matter how powerful he is, he has to rely on his teammates. If his teammates perform poorly, it is useless to be taller than one person. From the overall strength, we are much better than Sampdoria. This can be seen from the league rankings."

He disagreed with Gao Zheng's excellence in his words.

Berardi glanced at him and spoke to the reserve striker Ricardo Babouti.

He remembered this person. He was not in the reserve team last season and was transferred to the reserve team until March last year. At that time, Gao Zheng was already playing football in the Sampdoria reserve team.

So he did not see Gao Zheng playing football, and he lacked an intuitive impression of Gao Zheng's strength. In addition, the two armies are now facing each other, belittling their opponents seems to be a "political correct" approach.

Berardi smiled and patted Mora: "Yes, we are Sassuolo players. We are worried about danger, aren't we going to be more ambitious?"

Babuti sat in the back row, looking down at Berardi who said this, and hummed slightly. He was very dissatisfied with Berardi not leaving a handle for him to use.

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Gao Zheng was warming up with his teammates in the warm-up area, and he looked around.

Although he tried in Sassuolo for a week, he was still very unfamiliar with the stadium.

Sassuolo's original home court was too small and did not meet the regulations, so he rented the stadium in Modena as his home court.

When he came to Sassuolo for a trial, the hotel was in Modena. At that time, he asked Uncle Guo to drive him to and from the hotel to Sassuolo every day.

As his performance in Sassuolo's trial training became more and more outstanding, he had begun to pay attention to the houses in two places, thinking in mind whether to live in the quiet Sassuolo or in the slightly prosperous Modena.

Of course, he didn't have to worry about this issue later, because he didn't have to live in Sassuolo or Modena.

When Gao Zheng was warming up, the TV broadcast camera kept following him.

No need for an introduction, he is the most popular player in this game.

"Gao Zai warmed up, but the second half has just begun. I think he wouldn't have let him play so early. But I know what everyone wants to watch the most now is the game after he plays... The players on both sides seem to have this meaning. The score has not been rewritten until now, and it's still 0:0..." Cialio teased the slightly dull game.

In fact, Sassuolo is still very active, but he can't resist Sampdoria's contraction of defense and plays negatively. Sassuolo has no good chance against Sampdoria who contracted defense, so the game doesn't look very good.

The TV broadcast even captured a Sassuolo fan in the stands yawning.

The kickoff time of this game is 2:00 pm. For the lazy Italians, this is still the lunch break. If the game is not good, it is indeed easy to make people sleepy.

But to everyone's surprise, Gao Zheng did not go back to the bench and sit down, but came to head coach Acinni and assistant coach Carillo.

"Huh?" Cilio also asked. "What's the situation? Is Yacini going to let the high play now?! It's only fifty-six minutes now... I changed the highs ten minutes from the second half? This is not in line with Yacini's previous habits... He always sent highs after sixty minutes, and it was either the second substitution or the third substitution, but now he has not used the substitution quota..."

Porata in front of the TV snorted: "What's so surprising about this? This is a game against Sassuolo! Who doesn't know the story between Gao and Sassuolo? If I were to let Gao play, how could it be so dull for more than fifty minutes before the game?!"

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Ma Huanyang really wanted to find a topic to get close to Feng Shiyao, but Gao Zheng didn't play and the game was dull, so he couldn't find the topic even if he wanted to find one.

Although the competition was indeed a bit dull, Feng Shiyao watched the competition quietly throughout the whole process and did not ask any questions, which made Ma Huanyang unable to answer the conversation.

So during these 50 minutes of competition, Ma Huanyang was absent-minded and his eyes were always wandering back and forth on the TV screen and Feng Shiyao's face.

At this moment, a burst of cheers suddenly sounded in the bar. Ma Huanyang, who was staring at Feng Shiyao secretly, was startled and asked the people around him reflexively: "Has Sampdoria scored a goal?"

"What! Gao Zheng is going to appear!" Someone corrected him.

Ma Huanyang then looked up at the TV screen and found Gao Zheng standing in front of the two coaches of Sampdoria. Head coach Yacini pulled her and explained something to him.

The commentator on the TV said excitedly: "It's OK! Gao is going to play as a substitute! Now it's fifty-six minutes, and the time left for him is more than thirty minutes. This is the longest time he has played since he came on the bench for Sampdoria's first team! Obviously Yacini understands it very much!"

Hearing this sentence, the Sampdoria fans and Chinese students in the bar burst into laughter.

Everyone understands it.

Amid the laughter, Feng Shiyao looked up and focused her eyes on the person on the TV screen.

It seems that there is no difference from Xiao Gao she knows... Even with that jersey, it is difficult to associate him with the star who can make everyone cheer just by standing on the sidelines.

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Yacini looked up at Gao Zheng standing in front of him, and smiled and said, "I don't think I need to say anything, right?"

Gao Zheng waved his hand quickly: "Coach, please say a few words, don't make it special."

"Kick as you want." Yacini patted him on the back and pushed him towards the fourth official. "Let Sassuolo regret it! It's a pity that their boss didn't come today's game, maybe it was intentional?"

"I don't know this." Gao Zheng smiled and shook his head, and walked towards the fourth official. He saw the opponent entering his number 40 on the huge electronic substitution number board, next to it was the number 99 of the player who had already lost and was about to be replaced.

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Chapter completed!