The small conference room at the Villoadham Stadium. At this moment, it is the "press conference" held by Zhang Yang.

The reporters flocked in, and when they saw who was sitting on the rostrum, they were all stunned.

Zhang Yang was chatting with Ribery there. The two of them were having a good time laughing happily. Seeing the reporters coming in one after another, he greeted every reporter who came in friendly and joked with a few familiar Marseille reporters.

What a harmonious scene. The reporters sighed.

"Zhang, can you start?"

"Zhang, may I ask-"

Zhang Yang smiled and waved his hands to everyone, "Wait a minute, there is still one person left."

The reporters couldn't help but mutter, "Is there one person left, who is there?" Is there any heavyweight figure coming?"

"He is here." Zhang Yang said with a smile when he saw the figure walking over.

The reporters turned their heads to see, but they saw Roman Rolland, a reporter from Le Figaro, come in.

Some reporters just laughed. It seemed that there was a good show.

"Zhong Dajun, guess what Zhang Yang is going to do?" A Chinese reporter asked Zhong Dajun. The latter shook his head, "I don't know, but let's see, there must be a good show." Zhong Dajun couldn't guess what Zhang Yang was going to do, but after this period of time, he understood Zhang Yang's character. This kid was vengeful. Le Figaro and other media were so obsessed and mocked Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang would definitely fight back.

Roman Rolland didn't plan to come, but when he thought about it, he knew that this was Zhang Yang's counterattack. He would definitely make things boring when he came. However, thinking that he had successfully angered Zhang Yang and so much that Zhang Yang said a big talk, well, although it is proven that it is not a big talk now, Roman Rolland still thinks he succeeded. So, he definitely came over to see if he could use the same trick again, and try to anger Zhang Yang again and gain new gimmicks to save some face.

"Mr. Romain Rolland of Le Figaro?" Zhang Yang looked at Romain Rolland?

"Ahem - I am -" Romain Rolland was stunned, and he couldn't help but be stunned. He was mentally prepared to say that Zhang Yang started to curse people, or even compete with his middle finger at him, but he didn't expect that this kid would be so polite.

After Zhang Yang confirmed the identity of the visitor, he ignored it. This made Roman Rolland very embarrassed. In fact, Zhang Yang just wanted to prove that this reporter from Le Figaro was not there. If the protagonist did not come, the drama would be boring for a while.

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"It's time to start." Zhang Yang said to everyone.

Then everyone saw Ribery walking to the rostrum in a decent manner. He leaned over and leaned closer to the microphone: "Hello everyone, I am Mr. Zhang Yang's spokesperson Frank Ribery, the first time I met. Please support my work."

After saying that, Ribery smiled politely at the media. However, the scar on his face looked so terrifying.

The reporters were stunned. What is this?

Marseille head coach Fernandez and club press officer Danilo, who had just walked to the door, were also stunned. They saw Ribery standing on the rostrum and heard what Ribery said.

Fernandez patted his head, but he didn't expect Ribery to get involved, but as long as he thought about it, Ribery was Zhang Yang's best friend in the team. How could this scarface not be involved in his affairs?

"Hey, Frank, what the hell is going on?"

"Next, we invite the protagonist of today's press conference, Mr. Zhang Yang." Ribery said this and squeezed at Zhang Yang who was sitting beside him.

Zhang Yang gave Ribery a thumbs up.

The reporters were speechless when they watched the two brothers playing here. Their common idea now is that these two live treasures are worthy of being from the amateur league, and they are perfect matches. They have a common language.

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The reporters, who were already a little noisy, stopped the noise when they saw Zhang Yang standing up. They looked at Zhang Yang with suspicion and expectation.

He swept his eyes to every reporter. The reporters also turned their eyes to him, Zhang Yang took a deep breath and smiled.

"Today is a good day." Zhang Yang said straight to the point, "I am in a good mood today."

Many people laughed, but it was not. It was a good day for this kid, and of course he was in a good mood to play a hat trick.

"Thank you everyone for giving me face to attend this press conference." Zhang Yang continued.

Someone immediately curled his lips and said, "We are not giving you face, but giving you the face to do what you want to say. Tsk, this is not contradictory. Some people just want to be face-saving."

There was a lot of discussion below. They didn't know what this kid was going to say. Could it be that he just asked everyone to come here to reminisce about the past?

Zhang Yang seemed to be in a hurry at all, and he waited for everyone to calm down gradually.

"I know you all here must have many questions in your mind. Sir, please don't raise your hand first. It's not time to ask questions freely. Yes, I will announce something very important later. I won't let you down."

The reporter who wanted to raise his hand to ask a question smiled embarrassedly and put down his arm.

Zhang Yang looked at Romain and Rolland, and he noticed that the gentleman seemed to be restless. He smiled, "As we all know, I had a bet with Le Figaro before the game, well, it was a hat trick. I won't say much about it. Everyone knows that now I suddenly feel that I am quite a loss in this matter, because we didn't bet on anything in this bet. Even if I win, there is no substantial benefit. They are all cunning. It seems that this is true. Of course, I am not talking about everyone."

The reporters at the scene were in an uproar. This kid was obviously referring to the slap in the air. Most of the reporters here have criticized Zhang Yang more or less. This kid's words were intentional!

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"I, Zhang Yang, age, nineteen years old, height 183cm, weight 75kg, single, well, that's my basic situation."

A burst of laughter came from the scene. This boy was really interesting. Fernandez and Danilo also laughed. At this time, Fernandez's anger also dissipated a little. Seeing Zhang Yang's actions, some of them were childish ways, he realized that the boy was only nineteen years old and was a big boy.

There was only one person who didn't laugh.

"This is my first season in the professional league. Yes, I have never played professional games before. Just when I was about to play professional games, I was fired by domestic clubs because of false charges. What is false? That is - you won't understand it even if you say it, that is, it means that it doesn't exist, are you waiting?" Zhang Yang muttered, "It's terrible to have no culture." This is said in Chinese. Of course, the French reporters present couldn't understand it, but Zhong Dajun and the others understood, and their faces were so wonderful. This kid is amazing.

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"Zhang, please speak in French? We don't understand what you just said." A reporter protested.

Zhang Yang, the reporter, said to himself, "Thanks to Marseille Club, I played professional games here. Now, so far, I have played six games. In these six games, I have scored goals in five of them, only one game without a goal, um, a total of ten goals. Average of 1.67 goals per game, um, and three consecutive games have scored twice, a hat trick..."

Hearing the data Zhang Yang said, Ribery murmured to himself from behind: "Zhang, you kid are clearly showing off. Haha."

When Zhang Yang originally said these numbers, he was a little nervous. The Chinese are mean at heart and do not like to express his achievements. Although Zhang Yang has a flamboyant personality, he is also "influenced" by traditional culture. However, every time he says a data, his heart will become very down-to-earth. These data seem boring, but only Zhang Yang has paid for these data! Once upon a time, he thought that his dream was broken, and the unwilling boy came to a foreign land alone to find his dream, rolled his eyes and bumps, and finally got the opportunity. He worked hard and worked hard, and did not dare to relax for a moment, just because he believed that the road was at his feet!

These data! These goals! They are your own report card!

Zhang Yang, please stand up! You have nothing to be embarrassed about!

Zhang Yang straightened his chest again, he looked up, he paused to calm down again, he glanced at the reporter again, and then he smiled brightly.

The reporters were all confused by his smile.

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Zhang Yang took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it out, but did not read it. Instead, he put the paper down. He felt that he didn't need to read the book, which was very imposing and unsatisfactory. Then he looked at the reporter below and smiled: "But my performance always doesn't satisfy some people. At first I thought I was really not good enough, but later I gradually understood that even if I scored a hundred goals in a game, some people still wouldn't say a good thing to me, so I understood."

He paused, tore the paper apart, and said with a smile, "I am here to announce that, given the non-objective behavior of Le Figaro in his reports, I decided that I would never accept an interview with Le Figaro. Any press conference that appears in this media will refuse to attend! Any event sponsored by Le Figaro will refuse to attend! In short, wherever there is this media, I will say no!"

There was a stir in the scene, and everyone was stunned.

Many people turned their heads to see the representative of Le Figaro at the scene, poor Mr. Romain Rolland, was shocked first, and then uncontrollable anger!

They always say no to others, and when will a big player dare to say no to them!

"You don't have the right, we have the freedom to interview." Roman Rolland asked loudly.

Zhang Yang curled his lips, "Your freedom? I don't care about this. I only know that this is me exercising my own freedom." He looked at the stunned reporters and said with a smile, "Am I saying it too complicated? It's actually just one sentence, well, I announced that I want to ban Le Figaro! Now you understand."

Hearing Zhang Yang say the word "ban" in his mouth, the scene was in a big uproar. Zhang Yang's actions subverted their cognition. He had never seen such a player!

"Everyone, we will have a date later." He stood up slowly and walked off the stage slowly, ignoring the loud questions of the reporters who reacted behind him, clapped his teammate, brother Ribery, and walked out of the venue and said something extra, the two guys walked through the back door, and they saw Fernandez at the front door.

The scene was almost overwhelming, and everyone was talking loudly, talking loudly, expressing their opinions.

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Among the miscellaneous things, the Chinese journalists were stunned. They thought of countless possibilities, but they never dreamed of such possibilities, "banning"! Zhang Yang actually wanted to ban Le Figaro, the largest media in France!

"This kid is too brave."

At this time, a Chinese journalist went up and took the piece of paper torn to pieces by Zhang Yang. Several people put together and read it, "I announce that I will ban Le Figaro from today. If possible, I hope it will be ten thousand years!"

Several people stared at each other with big eyes.

"Why didn't Zhang Yang read it according to this?" asked one person.

"Maybe he is afraid that the French people's IQ will not be able to understand." A Chinese reporter laughed suddenly when he said this. He remembered the words Zhang Yang muttered just now, "It's terrible to be uneducated."

"It's so cool. Good men should be like this." Zhong Dajun suddenly lost a few words of opera and said, "He thought he was just a singular. Facing many French journalists, he said these words, his momentum and style were always domineering and cool. He thought everyone would laugh at him for this sentence.

However, I saw everyone nodding.

Just because they could also imagine that the person involved must have been really happy at that time.

Because they just thought about it themselves, they felt that it was too energetic.

"But, does Zhang Yang know what he is doing? How dare he do this?"

"Yes, I don't think about it."

Well, it’s just that they are not Zhangyang, and they will never understand Zhangyang’s feelings. How can you say that? You will never understand my world...

Do you guys understand the world of hype?

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ps: I updated late, because I modified this chapter three times before and after, but still couldn't find the feeling I wanted. The imaginary Zhang Yang's feeling at this moment, the slightest anxiety at this moment, the slowly firm heart, his gaze, his personality, his childishness... I can't describe it very well.

I forgive everyone.
Chapter completed!