The melodious ringtone rang in the ancient campus, and the quiet campus just now became lively. Crowds surged out of the buildings. These young people decorated the ancient campus, adding a bit of youth and vitality. The blue sky is very beautiful.

Xia Yu was lowering her head to pack up her textbooks, and her friends ran over: "Xia Yu, we will go to Chinatown together in the afternoon, will you go?!"

"Yes, Xia Yu, I know there is a Sichuan restaurant in Chinatown that is very authentic."

Xia Yu smiled. These classmates had long complained about French food. She shook her head: "No today, I promised Professor Michelle to help him make courseware."

"Xia Yu, you are so stupid. The professor is treating you as a free labor force." The friend said with a pout.

"No, I think these topics are very interesting." Xia Yu blinked her cute big eyes. She really liked the subject she chose. The boring economic data appeared vividly in her mind, just like cute elfs, smiling at her.

"I really can't do anything to you." The students felt disappointed. They couldn't imagine why this cute girl was really interested in those boring economics. Choosing this university and this subject was just an excuse to study abroad. In their words, being watched by parents in China every day, finally going abroad, being free, and not enjoying life well.

Xia Yu smiled and said, "Okay, I wish you all a happy time. By the way, be careful."

"Okay, we get it, then we'll leave first." The friends giggled and left the classroom.

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Xia Yu packed up his textbook, put it in his schoolbag, checked if there were any missing items, then picked up his schoolbag and walked towards Professor Michelle's office.

Professor Michel is a professor of economics at the Third University of Marseille and is also quite famous in the French economics community. His office is at the staircase on the third floor of the No. 3 teaching building and the third office is right.

The professor's office door was open. Xia Yu stood at the door and knocked on the door. No one answered her. She hesitated for a moment and gently pushed the door open. She saw a note falling from the crack of the door. She picked it up and looked at it. It said, "Beautiful Xia, I have something to do, you can do it first. The courseware to be processed is in the computer of the No. 3 desktop computer. Thank you." The signature behind it was a cartoon image of a white-bearded old man who was grinning and smiling.

Xia Yu smiled, she was such an old naughty boy.

She put her schoolbag on the computer desk and turned on the computer. At this time, she saw a newspaper on Professor Michelle's desk. A title on the page that opened attracted her attention.

"Players Must Retain His Behavior" - This title is accompanied by a photo. The person in Xia Yu's attention is the person in the photo. This is Yang. His posture is very strange. His right hand is likened to a pistol. On the far background of the photo, you can see countless raised arms in the stadium stands.

"Players should understand their social attributes. They are public figures in the eyes of fans. Every move may have a great impact. Some players are praised role models, while some players' behaviors should be criticized... The aftermath of the fans' shooting celebrations between Marseille and Strasbourg have caused at least eight fans to be injured by stray bullets and three football hooligans were arrested. This is an outrageous behavior. We don't know if it is a coincidence, but,

In the game, after scoring the goal, the Marseille team's scorer Zhang Yang made a celebration move to the stands to "insert the gun into the bag". This action is too bad, which can easily bring greater stimulation to the excited fans. After the game, the fans' fired guns to celebrate the event, and it is not ruled out that they are affected by this celebration move. Combined with the player's previous bad record, it is necessary for the league to warn such players with "criminal records" and ask them to restrain their behavior. ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． ． �

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"This is really unreasonable." Xia Yu frowned cutely. After coming to France, she paid close attention to Zhang Yang's situation. She was surprised to find that in the city where she lives, Zhang Yang actually had such a high popularity. Whether it was black or white, everyone liked this Marseille player and applauded and cheered for him.

This made Xia Yu feel a little proud and proud for no reason. She told herself, don’t think about it, it’s just because that person is his own compatriot, that she is proud of him.

"You're right, those guys are just making trouble." A voice sounded.

Xia Yu then noticed that Professor Michelle had returned. She closed the newspaper with a little embarrassedly, "Professor, I saw that you had not come back yet, so I read the newspaper...."

"Xia, are you also Zhang's fans?" Michelle waved his hand indifferently, signaling that he would not mind. He asked. Then the old professor smiled himself, "I forgot that you are also Chinese, and you and Zhang are compatriots."

"I know Zhang, we are friends." Xia Yu suddenly said, and she was also shocked by her words. She didn't know why she suddenly said this. She only knew that the professor just classified herself and Zhang Yang as a relationship between her compatriots, and she felt a little disappointed for no reason. She blurted out this.

Michelle was surprised and said happily, "So you know Zhang, haha, this is really enviable. I also want to get the signature of this young man." Michelle blinked and said seriously, "Do you a favor and ask me for signatures one by one."

Xia Yu was stunned. She didn't expect things to develop like this. After she said that, Professor Michelle would ask herself for Zhang Yang's signature. Oh my God, what should I do? I did know Zhang Yang, but that was just a chance meeting on the train, and she didn't even have Zhang Yang's contact information. What should I do?

Moreover, she was worried that Zhang Yang still remembered herself as a "stop meeting". Of course, she was sure that she had not forgotten Zhang Yang, and she remembered it very clearly, very clearly, but maybe Zhang Yang had no idea who she was.

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Xia Yu felt that lying was not good. Even if she was scolded by the professor, she had to tell the truth. "Professor... I am not very familiar with him." However, when she saw the professor a little disappointed, she said in a strange way, "But I will do my best."

Professor Michelle laughed and said, "Haha, it seems that you don't know Zhang as well as my fan. He is a good guy and easy to get along with. We all like him."

Xia Yu suddenly tapped her little head. She was sure of this. She remembered the first meeting between her and Zhang Yang on the train. The boy's sunny smile was not exactly like this. As she thought about it, a warm smile appeared on Xia Yu's face.

Michelle noticed the smile of his student, and the old professor whistled, "Xia, do you like him?"

"Ah-ah-no, no no, no, nothing." Xia Yu's face immediately turned red, and she was like a terrified bird.

"Hahahaha." Professor Michelle laughed and winked, "I can guarantee that he is a good guy. You will know by looking at his hard work in playing football. So, come on. Beautiful summer."

The beautiful neck was red, and Xia Yu said, "Professor, I'm going to work on the topic." He also ran to the computer at Table 3 and started to be busy.

Michelle smiled at the distracted little girl.

It's great to be young.

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On the way to the dormitory, Xia Yu was still absent-minded. The little girl with a flushed face, her thoughts in her mind were like white clouds in the sky, floating, and she didn't know where she had floated.

When passing by a newspaper stand, Xia Yu was attracted by the several newspapers placed in the front row.

She saw the familiar name and photos in these newspapers again.

Could it be that they are all criticisms again, is it? Xia Yu was a little worried.

She picked up the newspaper and looked through it. She breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of happiness on her face.

These newspapers are praised and praised.

"Zhang Yang accomplished a great feat," French Football commented, "This young man from China always surprised people. He seemed to have become accustomed to challenging everyone's thinking inertia. He was the first player in the sixteen years after Papan to score 30 goals in a single season league. Moreover, we need to note that there are two rounds in the league, and he may continue to rewrite this number."

Xia Yu now knows that "French Football" is the most authoritative sports media in France. Seeing that Zhang Yang praised so much in this media, she felt happy.

"Great Promotion!"——"Voice of the North"

What surprised Xia Yu the most was the title of "Marseille Evening Post" - "God, come and see Zhang Yang".

She picked up the newspaper and read it softly: "Zhang Yang's three goals helped Marseille defeat Strasbourg at home. Strasbourg head coach Dug Peru paid the price for his provocation. This is Zhang Yang's 30th goal this season. God, how much surprise can this twenty-year-old boy bring us? Fortunately, he is our Marseille player. Now, we are praying that this young man has been in Marseille and that he can enjoy Zhang Yang's goal at the Villodem Stadium is God's greatest gift."

He is so amazing, Xia Yu thought, thirty goals in a season. Although she doesn't know what this number is, just look at the media that praises and praises you, you know that it must be very powerful.

Xia Yu was surprised to see that there was some information on the official website of the Marseille Club in the middle of the Marseille Evening Post, including the email addresses of some Marseille stars. This is a way for fans to contact their favorite stars.

She took out the change to buy the Marseille Evening Post. Xia Yu took the newspaper back to the dormitory. She felt her heart beating violently. She told herself that she just wanted to help Professor Michelle ask for an autograph, and there was no other meaning.

Well, that's it. This is the fact. The little fist clenched, the little girl confirmed to herself again.

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