On the Champions League final day, Feng Shiyao knocked on the door of Gao Zheng’s parents. According to the original plan, he would take the two to visit the Milan Cathedral, a famous tourist attraction in Milan.

However, after opening the door, the uncle and aunt refused the itinerary: "Let's rest in the hotel today, poetry and romance. I was a little tired yesterday, and... your uncle Gao said he was not religious, so there was no need to go to church."

Feng Shiyao was a little surprised: "If you don't believe in religion, you can go to church. Just don't treat it as a religious place, just look at it..."

Gao Zheng's mother looked back at her husband in the room, lowered her voice and said to Feng Shiyao: "Actually, his mind is full of night games now, and he has no intention of going out to play..."

Feng Shiyao suddenly realized that she could fully understand this feeling.

Compared with the Champions League final at night, "one of the five major cathedrals in the world", "the symbol of Milan", and "Napoleon's crowning place" are all unattractive.

So Feng Shiyao did not advise the two of you to go out and play. She nodded to express her understanding: "Auntie, please rest first, call me if you have any questions."

"Okay, you'll go back and sleep for a while, right? I see that the jet lag of yours is not good, and you're still getting up so early..."

"It's okay, young people, I'm used to it." Feng Shiyao said goodbye to Gao Zheng's mother with a smile.

After closing the door, Gao Zheng's mother sighed to her husband: "What a sensible girl... a big singer, but she has no airs at all. She is really wronged to be a tour guide for us. A star like her must be very busy... A Zheng's child is really. He is so busy, and he even asks her to be a tour guide for us. It's really nonsense..."

Gao Zheng's father, who was sitting on the sofa in pajamas and looking at his phone with reading glasses, snorted: "Didn't the Shiyao say that? She and A Zheng are good friends. Isn't it okay for good friends to help each other? Besides, what are you worried about about the affairs between young people?"

Hearing her husband say this, Gao Zheng's mother turned her head and thought for a while, then sighed: "What a good girl!"

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"Dad, I think we're coming a little early..." Franco Polata complained outside the San Siro Stadium in Meazza.

The two of them took the earliest train from Genoa to Milan. They arrived outside the stadium at 10 o'clock in the morning. But the game kicked off at 8:45 pm, and they had to wait eleven hours here.

"What's the matter early?" Fat boss Polata looked around and the square was full of elements of this year's Champions League finals.

The UEFA and Champions League logos are everywhere, and the promotional posters and flags of the two participating teams are also everywhere.

Not only that, some fans wearing Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid jerseys have appeared in the open space outside the stadium.

Some people set up tents, probably waiting here since last night.

"Look at them, we didn't come last night, it's not too early!" Porata pointed to the tents and said to his son. "Besides, let's come early and take a good place."

"Dad, the competition is about getting the seats in the right place. You have your own seats when you come early or late, so you don't have to take a good seat..."

"What do you know? The good position I mentioned is to wait until the bus at Atletico Madrid arrives, and we can be in the front row so that we can be seen by a higher eye!"

The father said, feeling proud of his intelligence.

But the son thought for a long time, and finally raised a different opinion timidly: "But Dad, how do you know where Gao Hui sat on the window of the bus?"

If they were standing here, but Gao Zheng was sitting by the window on the other side of the car, even if they were standing in the first row, wouldn’t they see it differently?

The smug expression on Old Polata's face froze.

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He Ping saw his commentator in the restaurant pick up his mobile phone and take a photo, using the breakfast he just received as the foreground, and the background was an outdoor advertisement outside the hotel window, which was the promotional poster for the Champions League final.

"What are you doing?"

"Send a Weibo post." Xu Yang said while operating on his phone. "Okay.

He Ping took out his cell phone and refreshed his Weibo, and saw the latest updates of his partner: "Good morning, Milan."

The following is the photo.

He Ping smiled: "You are quite literary."

"If it were the general Champions League finals, I wouldn't do that. But this is different. This is the first time that our Chinese players have participated in the Champions League final in history." Xu Yang said, putting down his phone and starting to enjoy the food he just brought. "I think it should be a special Weibo post here at this special moment as a souvenir."

He Ping shook his head. He didn't post on Weibo. In fact, he used to like to post a Weibo with positioning whenever he went to a place and attach a photo of himself.

But later, because every time I post on Weibo, many fans would scold him, Real Madrid fans would scold him as Barcelona's dog, Barcelona fans would scold him as Real Circus' dog, and also hate the National Football Team for his Holy Grail and spittoon theory to scold him as a tiger.

He was tired of such bottomless personal attacks on the Internet, so he gradually stopped posting on Weibo.

Today is a special day for Chinese football, but he just needs to commemorate it in his heart and will not post on Weibo.

He didn't have the energy to deal with the sluts.

He picked up the coffee cup and squinted his eyes at the outdoor billboard outside the window.

I really didn't expect that one day I could explain the Champions League finals with Chinese players...

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Griezmann, who was sitting opposite Gao Zheng, yawned. Gao Zheng asked strangely: "Anthony, have you not slept well? I see that you have yawned several times in just a few minutes."

"Sorry..." Griezmann just opened his mouth to answer the question, and then yawned again, and then he rubbed his eyes. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Why can't sleep well? There were no Real Madrid fans outside the hotel yesterday who were making noise until midnight, and the mattress was moderately soft and hard... I didn't even flip my body, and I was sleeping until dawn."

"I'm a little nervous..." Griezmann said embarrassedly.

"Nervous?" Gao Zheng was surprised by this answer.

"Aren't you nervous, Gao?" Griezmann asked.

"I'm not." Gao Zheng shook his head.

"This is the first time participating in the Champions League final..."

"Although this is my first time participating in the Champions League final, I have seen it many times." Gao Zheng said.

"That's different!" Griezmann shook his head, "Look, it's completely different from actually playing!"

"I know it's two different things, Anthony. But if you have never played in the Champions League final before, it's a good thing to look at the Champions League finals. In our country, there is a saying: 'Have you never eaten pork and haven't seen pig run?' It means that seeing it is better than not seeing it." Gao Zheng explained. "And the Champions League final is not a cabbage, so it's not easy to participate. Don't many people participate in the Champions League final for the first time?"

"There are Real Madrid players," Griezmann said.

"It's okay, we have it too. Captain, Godin... they all have it." Gao Zheng said.

The last time the two teams met in the Champions League final was two years ago. Many of the teams have not left yet, so they are all experienced.

But Griezmann really wants to say that, but they have the experience of victory, and we have the experience of failure...
Chapter completed!