Gao Zheng, who returned to Boriasco, simply cleaned the house he rented and prepared to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities.

Of course, the most important thing is to go to the fat boss’s “Sailor’s House” to buy Focaccia.

When he locked the door of the apartment and turned downstairs, he met his neighbor on the stairs, a strong middle-aged man with tattoos all over his arms and thick chest hairs visible from the open collar, which looked like a personal thick version of "Popeye".

Gao Zheng occasionally meets him on the stairs. He doesn't seem to have a good temper. No matter when Gao Zheng sees him, he always frowns and looks like he doesn't like anyone. Coupled with his dense tattoos and a thick beard... Gao Zheng never has any eye contact with this strong man, for fear of causing a "what are you looking at" tragedy.

Today he also planned to walk past the other party with his eyes drooping.

But just as he was about to walk past the other party, a thunderous shout suddenly burst out in his ear: "Gao!"

Gao Zheng's legs trembled for a moment and almost rolled down the last few steps. Fortunately, he was holding the handrail downstairs.

"Ha! It's really you!" "Popeye" turned around and patted Gao Zheng's shoulder hard. Gao Zheng's knees were bent involuntarily... "I have been a neighbor for half a year, but I didn't even notice that there is a professional player living here! You are so low-key!"

Gao Zheng turned around, but the other party seemed to have not seen the stiff and awkward smile on Gao Zheng's face at all, and stretched out his thick arm to Gao Zheng: "My name is Delvicio Salvatore, everyone calls me 'Dejo'."

Gao Zheng held the other party's hand and fully felt the huge power coming from the other party's arm.

"Uh, Gao, Gao Zheng."

The big man smiled happily, revealing the gold teeth in his mouth: "I really didn't expect to be neighbors with Sampdoria's players! If you need any help in the future, come to me! Oh, do you have something to do? I won't bother you, goodbye!"

After saying that, he didn't give Gao Zheng a chance to speak again, so he waved his hand and said goodbye simply, turned around and climbed up the stairs.

Gao Zheng and the other party disappeared upstairs, and then he realized that he forgot to ask him how he knew he was playing football in Sampdoria?

He doesn't remember telling the landlord...

With a question mark on his head, Gao Zheng walked out of the apartment building.

When he passed a fruit stall on the corner of the street, he saw the owner of the store suddenly wave to him: "Gao! Come and buy some fruit, it's so delicious!"

He had bought fruits in this fruit stall, but the shop owner didn't know his name, and their relationship was not so familiar that they would be greeted by him when they passed by the door.

Gao Zheng felt that he had gone to the wrong station and came to a fake town of Boriasco.

Why did he feel that it is already a bit "changing things" here when he returned from vacation?

The buildings are still those buildings, and the streets are still the same as before.

It's the people here...

Gao Zheng walked on the street and found someone nodding to him, and there was a girl sneaking at him. When he looked over, the girl laughed shyly.

What a hell!

Gao Zheng felt a little scared.

He has been in this quiet town for half a year and has never encountered such a situation. He is an ordinary resident in the town. He is just a training session and stays at home all day long. He has no social engagements, no rich nightlife, and lives a very peaceful life.

It's like a drop of water mixed in the sea, inconspicuous.

But now this quietness is broken.

It was not until in the supermarket that Gao Zheng figured out what was going on.

When he put the things on the cashier, the cashier did not settle the accounts first, but stared at him and smiled: "I really didn't expect that I could meet the genius of Sampdoria here!"

Yes, I didn’t expect that I would suddenly become famous... Gao Zheng complained in his heart.

However, Gao Zheng asked with a smile on his face: "How did you know?"

"The boss of the 'Sailor's House' said that you often go to his place to buy focaccia."

The case was solved.

Gao Zheng finally knew why he suddenly became a celebrity...

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Porata was sitting in the store, the door was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"High!" Porata stood up from the chair excitedly. "Are you back from China?"

As soon as Gao Zheng came in, he saw two photos hanging on the wall behind the fat boss, both of which were photos of him and Polata.

"Wow, boss, I only realized today how good the business in your store is. Almost half of Boriasco people buy Focacha from you!"

Porata was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "How is it like being a celebrity, high?"

"How to say it..." Gao Zheng scratched his head, frowned and seemed very distressed.

Just when Polata thought he had caused trouble for Gao Zheng, the latter smiled brightly: "It's pretty good! Have you seen my bag of oranges? Today, the owner of the fruit shop gave me a 20% discount. I didn't have such treatment before."

Seeing Gao Zheng's smile, Polata breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. I feel that it won't take long. I'm afraid you will save even the rent..."

"Where is my landlord a Genoa fan?"

"Impossible, impossible!" Porata waved his hands repeatedly, "There are almost no Genoa fans in the town of Boriasco!"

In the subsequent conversation, Gao Zheng knew why all this was - when he was back home for vacation, Boss Polata hung his two photos on the wall, and then crazyly recommended Gao Zheng to every customer who came to buy his Focacha, telling those fans and customers who were frustrated and painful because of the team's relegation that a peerless genius has emerged in the Sampdoria Reserve Team. With this genius, the team's return to the First Division is definitely not a dream.

The reserve champion is just a small proof.

If you don't believe it, welcome to go to Brassi Stadium in the new season to witness every game of Gao Zheng with your own eyes.

Porata is really an excellent salesman. He was able to not only sell their Focacha, but also promote Gao Zheng's reputation.

One story has spread to ten and ten. Some people have never bought Focacha in the "Sailor's House", but they heard from people around that Sampdoria's reserve team has produced a super genius.

The photos on the wall were taken down by him again and again to show them to customers.

Gao Zheng could almost imagine the picture when he listened to Porata's story - the fat boss pointed at himself in the photo, and was like a storyteller: "By the way, the Chinese genius looked up at Rome's goal and found that the goalkeeper Pigliacelli stood in front. He immediately had a plan and raised his hand to ask for the ball! When he received the football, he swung over one person and kicked the football at Rome's goal near the center line! The football was like an arrow through the cloud, crossing half of the court and plunging into the Rome goal! And the goalkeeper Pigliacelli was stunned and collapsed to the ground on the spot!"

Well, the fat boss's voice was a bit hoarse. If he spoke Chinese, he would definitely look like Shan Tianfang...

In this way, Gao Zheng was "famous" to half of Boriasco.

After talking about the cause, Porata asked with concern: "Have you received a notice from the club about your arrangements for the new season..."

Gao Zheng said: "I participated in the pre-season training with the first team."

"Beautiful!" Polata waved his fist, and the flesh on his body rippled happily.

"Boss, you don't even know the arrangements for my new season, so you dare to blow my squid out?" Gao Zheng found it interesting to see Polata. "And now just training with the first team does not mean that you will eventually stay in the first team, and I may be rented out."

"I have confidence in you, high. With your performance, you will definitely stay in the first team and you will definitely play in the first team." Porata said confidently, "Unless the club's senior management and the new first team coach Atzori are both idiots..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Gao Zheng asked curiously.

"Uh, I don't know whether Atzori is stupid or not, but judging from last season, the club's senior management is indeed idiots!" Porata said with deep resentment, and then he handed the equipped Focacha to Gao Zheng: "Come on in the new season, Gao, you must stay in the first team! You must play in the first team! At that time, I will go to the southwest stands of Brah to cheer you on every home game day!"

"I can't eat it for free by Boss Focache."

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PS, the World Cup semi-finals will be tomorrow morning.

There are only four games left before the end of the World Cup. The X**C event has betrayed everyone for almost a month. When I think about it, I really feel reluctant to leave everyone.

But there is no banquet that never ends. Let us make another appointment in four years!

First, do the remaining X**C activities for this World Cup.

Of course, I am optimistic about France with the French team Belgium.

This French team is really very champion, the three lines are also very balanced, and there are no obvious shortcomings, plus a talented Mbappe.

Compared with Belgium, there are some hidden dangers, such as Hazard's condition is not very good, "Dinding" de Bruyne is too far behind, and after entering the knockout round, they are all thumping against Japan or Brazil. If they are still in this state, they will die miserably against France.

So I am optimistic that France beat Belgium with two goals!
Chapter completed!