"Is that true? Gao and Sampdoria signed a contract..."

On the side of the training ground of the Sassuolo Reserve, the reserve coach Mandelli heard the news from the reserve coach Carlino, who was specially rushing to the arrival.

"Bruno, that bastard, was 'thank you're all over the phone." Carlino was indignant. "We just let a genius go so easily. Just because our boss is a damn supporter of AC Milan... I tell you, Paro. If this matter is known to the media, we Sassuolo will become a laughing stock in Italy - an independent club, but because the boss is a fan of AC Milan Club, he turned away a genius for the conclusion of the Milan laboratory!"

Mandelli quickly put his hand to his mouth: "Shh, whisper..."

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

"We're just this training ground, everyone is training together. Who knows how what you say will reach the boss's ears?"

Carlino was also a little worried, so he sighed helplessly: "The only good news is that Sampdoria is in Serie A, we are Serie B, and we basically can't meet it. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing..."

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Yang Wenlong was watching the video recorded by Guo Wei at the Sassuolo training ground. When he saw Gao Zheng asking the Sassuolo sports manager with a smile: "What if they were wrong? Is the authority wrong?"

He grinned.

"This kid!"

The tone was full of doting.

"How is he doing there?" he asked Guo Wei who was standing next to him.

"I have started training normally in the team. The coach said that his physical fitness and strength are a problem. In addition, I didn't find anything after the physical examination, but just in case, I still have to strengthen the muscles of the feet..." Guo Wei told Yang Wenlong all the information he communicated 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 give him an explanation?"

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "Stop twitching... What suggestions do I have? He is the coach of an Italian professional club, so he is not better than me? Don't embarrass me."

"Hey, Lao Yang, you are his enlightenment mentor at least, you are saying this..."

"My mentor is just to take him into the game... To be honest, he has nothing to do with me. Otherwise, I have brought so many students, why can he play football alone in Italy? This is the day after tomorrow training, but talent is even more important. That kid is really talented and can't stop it..."

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 credit, but he was determined to make Director Yang famous...

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

Yang Wenlong shook his head and said, "Those are meaningless. I just thought I could stick to this training class so that those children would not have no place to learn to play football..."

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

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

"Xiao Gao knew that you would give the money for his boarding and flight tickets to Italy, and this is what he would pay for you."

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

Guo Wei smiled and said, "Old Yang, do you think your proud disciple can be so stupid that he doesn't know about this?"

Yang Wenlong looked at the stack of money in front of him and sighed: "Where did he get the money?"

"Didn't he sign with Sampdoria? He paid a portion of his salary."

"Advance salary? I didn't ask him for it, so why are he in a hurry to do? Does he have no money in Italy alone?"

"He said, uh..." Guo Wei hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether 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 money to pay the rent, so the training class would be closed..." Guo Wei still remembers the scene when Gao Zheng said this, and he had never seen a proud disciple get along with his master like this.

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

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

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

"That kid is lucky and runs far enough..."

He leaned against the back of the chair and suddenly burst into laughter.

This time he really can't catch up.

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Gao Zheng carried a backpack with his backpack, which contained what he wanted to use for training, and trotted all the way to an observation deck in the middle of the winding mountain road.

He breathed slightly and stopped to rest.

What caught his eye was a large piece of blue - the blue Mediterranean Sea and the blue sky almost merged into one. In the golden light and Linlin's sea, the white ships slashed the waves and made waves. The seabirds flew behind the ships. There were many freighters lined up at the sea and sky line in the distance.

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

"high."

A voice interrupted his appreciation of the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Gao Zheng didn't have to turn his head to know who it was. When the whole team called him "Demon King", only one person would insist on calling him that, which made him feel much more intimate... Of course it was Mauro Icardi.

Gao Zheng turned his head and saw Icardi straddle on a motorcycle, wearing a handsome leather jacket, his eyes exposed from under his helmet, staring at Gao Zheng.

"Such handsome." Gao Zheng circled around the red motorcycle.

“Ducati’s Street Fighter.”

"Where did it?"

"I bought it."

Gao Zheng looked up at Icardi: "The people who come from the wealthy family are rich!"

Icardi didn't answer his words and waved 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 drive your car off the cliff..."

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

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

"Hold it." Icardi said and started it.

The motorcycle roared on the mountain road, Gao Zheng held Icardi's waist with both hands, feeling the mountain wind blowing through his face, um... it's a little cold.

He hugged Icardi a little tightly.

"What's wrong?" Icardi keenly noticed Gao Zheng's change.

"I'm so nervous, I'm really afraid that you'll drive your car off the cliff."

"Then I'm not dead with you?"

"You can jump off the car before you rush off the cliff." Gao Zheng said with confidence. "If you have the will to calculate, I will not, and I will definitely die!"

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

"Didn't you rent it? Why did you even buy a car?" Gao Zheng hunched over and shrank his head, trying his best to let Icardi in front help him block the wind blowing oncoming, but this sitting posture was really ugly...

"I'll sell it then." Icardi seemed to have no concerns about the depreciation expenses lost when one hand becomes second-hand.

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

Icardi gritted his teeth and said, "If you force me again, you will really drive down the cliff."

Gao Zheng then loosened a little.

Icardi suddenly said: "I have scored five goals."

"Awesome, congratulations."

"Where are you? When will you play? You haven't made it to the roster in six games." Icardi asked.

"How can I know? Isn't this a question the head coach should consider?"

"Are you not in a hurry?" Icardi's tone was a little anxious. He didn't even care about it when he spoke of selling the car.

"Worry?" Gao Zheng smiled, "It took me a year to come back, so don't worry about these..."

"But I'm anxious!" Icardi interrupted Gao Zheng. "I'll only stay here for half a season, and I don't know where I will be next season!"

"Oh, Mauro. Some things cannot be forced. The style of playing football is different. What will happen if we do it all over the place?"

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

"You kid..." Gao Zheng knocked on his helmet: "It's here."

They have already opened to the gate of the Mugnaini Sports Centre.

Gao Zheng jumped out of the car. The training ground and the parking lot were not in the same direction. 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 this car to me..."

Before Gao Zheng could finish his words, Icardi twisted the accelerator, and the red motorcycle made a roar of irritability, swaying his butt and rushed out of Gao Zheng, and soon disappeared, with only the roar still coming.

"Oh, I'm so anxious..." Gao Zheng touched his head, turned around and ran to the reserve training ground.

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PS, I don’t know what kind of personality Icardi should be, nor do I know if he rode a motorcycle to train when he was renting to Sampdoria.

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

I find that sometimes I am obsessed with the real appearance of real players, which makes me reluctant to write about them and cannot be as comfortable as a virtual character. So I want to try to treat them as a character with the same name, and try to integrate my understanding as much as possible while ensuring that the basic information is not wrong, and write those characters more like a living person than an NPC.
Chapter completed!