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"Really? Gao and Sampdoria signed..."

At the training ground of the Sassuolo reserve team, the reserve team's head coach Mandley heard the news from the specially arrived first-team assistant coach Karlino.

"Bruny's **** still greatly thanked us on the phone." Karlino was indignant. "We just let go of a genius so easily. Just because our boss is a **** supporter of AC Milan... I tell you, Paro. If this is to let the media know, our Sassuolo will be reduced to all Italy. Laughing-an independent club, because the boss is a fan of the AC Milan club, so he rejected a genius for the conclusion of the Milan laboratory!"

Mandley quickly put his hand to his mouth: "Hush, you whisper..."

"What are you afraid, the boss can't come to the training ground every day?"

"We are on this training ground, everyone is training together, ghosts know how your words will be passed into the boss's ears?"

Karlino also had some scruples, so he sighed in frustration: "The only good news is that Sampdoria is in Serie A, we are Serie B, and basically we can't meet it. Otherwise, it's really embarrassing..."

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Yang Wenlong was watching the video recorded by Guo Wei on the Sassuolo training ground. When he saw Gao Zheng smilingly, he asked the Sassuolo sports manager: "What if they are wrong? Is the authority wrong?"

He grinned.

"This kid!"

The tone is full of spoiling.

"How is he over there?" he asked Guo Wei, who was standing next to him.

"It has already started normal training in the team. The coach said that his physical fitness and strength are a problem. In addition, the injury of his left foot was not found after physical examination, but in case, he still needs to strengthen the muscles of the foot..." Guo Wei told Yang Wenlong the information he had communicated with the coach before leaving.

Yang Wenlong nodded while listening.

Guo Wei finished and asked, "Do you have any suggestions? Do you want to call him to explain?"

Yang Wenlong waved his hand: "Don't talk about it...I have any suggestions? They are coaches of Italian professional clubs, not better than me? I won't be ashamed."

"Eh, old Yang is anyhow his enlightenment teacher, what he said..."

"Teacher is a fart, just to get him started... he can have today's achievements to tell the truth. It has nothing to do with me. Otherwise, I brought so many students, why can he go to Italy to play alone? This play, Acquired training is very important, but talent is more important. That kid is really talented, and he can’t stop it..."

Guo Wei remembered what Gao Zheng said to himself in the car when he went to Italy.

His director Yang did not think it was his credit, but he wanted to make Yang famous...

"However, Old Yang, congratulations. Anyway, Gao Zheng is your disciple. If your disciples will become famous in the future, you will also be famous..."

Yang Wenlong shook his head and said: "Those are not interesting, I thought I could stick to this training class, so that those children who want to learn to play football have no place to learn..."

Guo Wei took out a thick stack of RMB from his bag and put it on Yang Wenlong's table.

"This is..." Yang Wenlong looked up at him strangely.

"Xiao Gao knows that you pay for his boarding and lodging tickets to Italy. This is what he pays you back."

"You told him?" Yang Wenlong stared at Guo Wei.

Guo Wei said with a smile: "Old Yang, do you think your proud disciple can be stupid enough to not know this?"

Yang Wenlong looked at the stack of money in front of him and sighed, "That kid... Where did he get the money?"

"Isn't he signed with Sampdoria? A portion of the salary was paid in advance."

"Pay advance? I didn't ask him for it. What else is he anxious to do? Does he want money in Italy alone?"

"He said, uh..." Guo Wei hesitated, wondering whether Gao Zheng should tell Lao Yang what he said.

"What did he say?" Yang Wenlong asked.

"Uh, he said he was afraid that you wouldn't have the money to pay the rent. This training class is going to be closed..." Guo Wei still remembers Gao Zheng's remarks. He has never seen a proud disciple and his master. This is how to get along.

"This bastard!" Sure enough, Yang Wenlong was furious when he heard it, and he grabbed the broom. But when he really grabbed the broom in his hand, it came to him that Gao Zheng was not in front of him.

Only Guo Wei looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing, Lao Yang?"

Yang Wenlong looked down at the broom in his hand and threw it out.

"The boy is lucky and runs far enough..."

He leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed.

This time he really can't catch up.

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Gao Zheng carried his shoulder sports bag, which contained what he needed for training, and trot all the way to a viewing platform in the middle of this Panshan Road.

He gasped for a while and stopped to rest.

What caught his eye was a large area of ​​blue—the blue Mediterranean Sea and the blue sky almost merged together. In the sea of ​​Jin Guanglinlin, the white ships chopped through the waves and set off waves. The seabirds flew and hovered behind the ships. In the distance between the sea and the sky, many freighters lined up.

Seeing such a magnificent scene, Gao Zheng took a deep breath, and his breath was well-proportioned.

"high."

A voice interrupted his appreciation of the beauty in front of him.

Gao Zheng knows who he is without turning his head. When the team calls him "The Devil", only one person will insist on calling him that, but instead makes him feel a lot of kindness... of course Mauro Icardi.

Gao Zheng turned his head and saw Icardi straddling a motorcycle, wearing a handsome leather jacket. His eyes emerged from under the helmet, staring at Gao Zheng.

"Handsome." Gao Zheng circled around the red motorcycle.

"Ducati's Street Fighter."

"Where did you do it?"

"I bought it."

Gao Zheng looked up at Icardi: "The people from the rich are rich!"

Icardi didn't answer him and shook his head to the back seat: "Get in the car, I will take you."

Gao Zheng showed a hesitant expression.

"Why?"

"Uh, I'm afraid you drive the car off the cliff..."

Icardi said angrily: "Am I that kind of person!"

Gao Zheng smiled and stepped into the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Hold it." Icardi said to start refueling.

The motorcycle roared on the mountain road, Gao Zheng's hands embraced Icardi's waist, feeling the mountain wind blowing across his face, um... a little cold.

He hugged Icardi a little.

"What's wrong?" Icardi was keenly aware of this change in Gao Zheng.

"Nervous, I'm really afraid you will drive the car off the cliff."

"Then I didn't die with you?"

"You can jump off the car before rushing down the cliff." Gao Zheng said rightly. "If you have a mind, I have no heart, I will die without a doubt!"

"You..." Facing the heart of Gao Zheng's naked villain, Icardi had nothing to say.

"Aren't you renting it, why did you even buy the car?" Gao Zhengchen shuddered and shrank his head, trying to let the Icardi in front of him help him to block the wind blowing against him, but this sitting position was really a bit Ugly...

"It's time to sell it again." Icardi's tone seemed to be completely indifferent to the depreciation costs lost when he changed his hands.

Gao Zheng hugged Icardi tighter: "Torrent, let's be friends!"

Icardi gritted his teeth and said, "You will strike me again, and you really drive off the cliff."

Gao Zheng was only slightly loose.

Icardi said suddenly: "I have scored five goals."

"Great, congratulations."

"How about you? When will you be able to play? You haven't entered the roster in six games." Icardi asked.

"Where do I know that this is not something the head coach should consider?"

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Icardi's tone was a little anxious, and he didn't have such a caring tone when it came to selling the car.

"Anxious?" Gao Zheng smiled. "It took me a year to come back again. Don't worry about these..."

"But I'm in a hurry!" Icardi interrupted Gao Zheng. "I'm only here for half a season, and I don't know where I will be next season!"

"Oh, Mauro. There are some things that can't be forced. The style of playing is different. What will happen if we engage in a lot of things between us?"

Icardi said capriciously: "I don't care!"

"You child..." Gao Zheng knocked on his helmet: "Here it is."

They have already reached the gate of the Mugeny Sports Center.

Gao Zheng jumped out of the car, the training ground and the parking lot were not in the same direction, and he was about to part ways with Icardi here.

"Don't think so much, we can be friends. For example, if you are going back to Barcelona, ​​this car can be given to me..."

Gao Zheng didn't finish the speech, Icardi twisted the throttle, the red motorcycle made a violent roar, flicked his **** and ran out from the front of Gao Zheng, and soon disappeared, only the roar continued.

"Oh, it's such an anxious temper..." Gao Zheng touched his head and turned to the reserve training ground.

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PS, I don’t know what character Icardi should be, or whether he was riding a locomotive to train when he was on loan to Sampdoria.

But I wrote it like this, because I want to write such an Icardi, which may be completely different from the reality, but this is Icardi in "Lv Yinzheng Rong", he should be like this.

I find that sometimes I am entangled in the real appearance of those real players, which will make me cumbersome when writing them, and I can't be as comfortable as treating virtual characters. So I want to try to treat them as a role of the same name, as far as possible to ensure that the basic information is not wrong, try to integrate into my own understanding, and write those roles more like a living person rather than an NPC.

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