"'Psychedelic' is the most advanced nightclub here! Of course, it's still not as good as those nightclubs in Milan. Do you think so, the Devil?"

In the dark and musical nightclub, Andre Tozo asked Gao Zheng beside him loudly.

The tone was as if Gao Zheng was a nightclub veteran.

Gao Zheng waved his hand quickly: "No, I haven't been to Milan's nightclubs very much..."

"After all I've been there!"

Gao Zheng scratched his head: "I have been there a few times, and I have been with my teammates..."

"Then you have seen more than we do!" Tozo put a high hat on Gao Zheng. "You must be the 'night club devil'!"

Gao Zheng wanted to pull off the hat: "I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

On the table in front of them, there were some beer.

Although professional players should strictly reject alcoholic beverages, this is a theoretical statement. In fact, few people can live so strictly according to those theories. After all, professional players are also human beings and need to socialize. They cannot live in a vacuum without contacting anyone.

So drinking is not a very rare thing for professional players. As long as you don’t drink, don’t drink too much, and don’t get drunk on the night of the game. In fact, let alone drinking, smoking is not a rare thing in the professional players circle... Can they not know the harm of smoking to their bodies? But it’s just a sip.

Gao Zheng was drinking very restrainedly, just like Lao Zhao gave him the farewell meal in China, and Andre Tozo in front of him was already clearly showing signs of being drunk.

Gao Zheng turned his head and looked at Mauro Icardi. When this kid first came to the nightclub with them, he was as alert as a wolf in a strange environment, looking around, as if he was finding out the danger hidden in those shadows.

But now, after drinking a few beers, he relaxed. Although he was not as excited as Tozo, his eyes were no longer as sharp as before. Now he was head-to-head with Alberto Masi, and I don’t know what he was talking about.

Seeing this scene, Gao Zheng's mouth curled up.

No matter what the relationship was like before, as long as you could sit at the same table and drink, there would be no friends you couldn't make. If it doesn't work, then have another dozen.

Why did he have to call Icardi despite the opposition of Masi and the others?

Of course, I hope that everyone can get along more easily in the future.

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The exciting music in the nightclub ended, and the DJ changed into a soothing music. The men and women on the dance floor also returned to their positions, drank a glass of wine to quench their thirst, rested, and prepared to fight again, and then took the opportunity to communicate with each other about the "harvest" just now. Someone simply took the girl he just met back to their seats.

When David Leto and Gianluca Sanpitro returned together, both of them were a little indignant.

Seeing this, Gao Zheng asked jokingly: "What's wrong? Did you let the man touch his butt?"

Sanpietro said, "David met Jelenic."

Maxi was stunned for a moment: "The 'turkey' person?"

Leto nodded.

"What an unlucky!" Tozo muttered, "You can meet those damn people when you play here..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sarcastic voice coming from behind: "Oh, it's so unlucky. You can meet a group of 'bikes' when you come here to play, tsk."

It turned out that the other party came to the door on his own initiative.

A young man with a mohikan hairstyle followed behind him with a group of companions, with disgust on his face.

"What the hell are you saying!" Tozotten stood up from his seat.

Mosie looked at him with a sneer and said, "It turned out to be Andre Tozo. You forgot so quickly how did you get the goal from me in the last game?"

Tozo grabbed the collar of the Moshi's dry head: "Jerenic has a good name and you say it again!"

Jelenic, who was caught in the clothes, spread his hands open and said with fearlessness: "What are you doing? Want to fight? I remind you that we have eleven people."

After saying that, the ten companions behind him immediately came forward and stared at Tozo and the others with a fierce look.

On Sampdoria, there are only six people, Gao Zheng, Icardi, Masi, Leto, Tozo and Sanpietro, and the number is obviously at a disadvantage.

The number of people is almost twice that of the opponent, which really makes the young men in Sampdoria's reserve team hesitate before they start. If they lose the fight and get out of the fight, how can they still hang out in this world? Then will they be ridiculed by this bitch, Jelenic, to death?

Even Tozo didn't know when Jelenic's clothes were let go.

Jelenic was very satisfied with the situation. He leisurely sorted out his clothes that had been wrinkled by Tozo, and was about to take his companions away in the form of a victorious person.

At this moment, Gao Zheng, who had been sitting on the sofa without saying a word, suddenly spoke: "It's amazing. I'm going out to play in a nightclub and bring so many people to you as bodyguards... How many girls do you usually steal? So afraid of being beaten?"

Whether it was Genoa or Sampdoria, everyone's eyes were turned to Gao Zheng.

Jelenic frowned and looked at the person who had his hands on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and sat motionless: "Who the hell are you?"

Gao Zheng smiled and said, "You don't deserve to know my name."

Everyone was shocked again. Gao Zheng's expression didn't seem to match what he said - it seemed to be friendly, but when he heard what he said, he was a naked provocation...

Jelenic was the first to react. He rushed towards Gao Zheng, trying to teach this cheapest guy a lesson.

Icardi was the fastest reaction from Sampdoria, and immediately took a step sideways and stood in front of Jelenic.

Jelenic turned his head and glanced at him, recognized Icardi, and he snorted, "Argentinian? Get out of the way!"

Icardi didn't get out of the way: "He is my opponent."

Jelenic was stunned. This line seemed to be wrong...

At this moment, Gao Zheng's voice came from behind him: "How old is he? He always shouts and fights and kills."

After saying that, he got up and patted Icardi on the shoulder, signaling the latter to move aside, and then he walked to Jelenic.

At this time, Jeleni found that the other party was taller than him... While standing face to face, he actually felt a kind of oppression.

Gao Zheng did not look at him, but smiled and said to everyone present: "I said that since everyone is playing football, the problem is easy to solve. I have an idea - anyway, you all are unhappy with each other, why don't you kill each other on the court? I remember, this weekend is the game between us and them?"

Hearing Gao Zheng say this, the people on Jelenic looked at each other and then laughed.

"Why are you laughing at?" Gao Zheng asked them with a smile.

Jelenic asked Tozo with a sneer, "Tozo, are you sure this silly guy belongs to your group?"

Hearing the "silly big guy", Gao Zheng narrowed his eyes, but the smile on his face did not change.

Tozo just glared at him and didn't answer him.

Jelenic turned his head and looked at Gao Zheng again: "For your stupidity, I will give you a chance to defeat us, ha! Don't forget that we won the last time in the fight. This time, we will defeat you at your home court! Don't cry, you're stupid!"

Facing the other party's provocation, Gao Zheng smiled without saying a word.

Jelenic pointed at Gao Zheng, turned around and walked away with his teammates proudly.

Gao Zheng asked his teammates: "He is Jelenic?"

Ma Xi nodded: "Yes, it's him. He scored a goal last time we played."

Speaking of this, Tozo's face was not very good: "That kid was just lucky..." He was the goalkeeper who guarded the goal for Sampdoria reserve in that game.

Leto said: "Gao, you have a good idea. Actually, if I really did something, I wouldn't be afraid, but if we have fewer people, we will inevitably suffer losses... But it's okay to use the game to resolve grudges. We are still at home!"

Sanpietro also said: "That's right, I will defeat them in every battle this time! We must show that bastard!"

But Gao Zheng waved his hand: "A small matter is a matter. There is no need to fight for everything to win. Gianluka, you are too exaggerated. We have Mauro!" He patted Icardi next to him.

Icardi also said seriously: "The last time I lost to them, that's because I haven't come yet, this time it's different!"

This is a bit terrible, but because everyone was united in the same hatred of the enemy just now, Masi and the others didn't care about him.

"Okay, I've been drinking almost the same, and I'll have to train tomorrow. If you really want to defeat them, don't train in a bad mood, otherwise the coach will not let you get on the court."

No one has any objection to Gao Zheng’s proposal.

Because of what happened just now, they really had no time to play.

And so, they left the nightclub.

On the other side, Jelenic and his teammates laughed when they saw this scene: "I brag about it, but in the end I ran away in shame? I still want to beat us? This idea is really bold! You can't just run away in the game! Hahaha!"
Chapter completed!