A long time ago, they talked about the first impression that voices and accents can make. Admittedly, first impressions may not be accurate, but they are a feeling, a first feeling that will never be there again, will remain in the memory forever, even if it is not real, even if it has faded.

Is it faded? Is it real?

The lights on the roof of the San Siro Stadium were extremely dazzling, and the moment Lu Ling raised his head, his eyes were shaken. The Spanish man in a haute couture suit, just over six feet tall, looked tall from her vantage point. She wasn't sure if there was a smile on his lips, or what was in his eyes, and the next moment, Nick Flores was talking to the famous Italian, in Italian.

Lu Ling was glad that she didn't have to answer the ill-intentioned question of the Real Madrid coach, and she looked at the field again. Within half a minute, the Italian said to her in Italian mixed with English: "Christine, maybe we can enjoy a glass of champagne together after the game, the Real Madrid manager will be a good interpreter." Lu Ling was stunned for a moment and raised his eyes. Under the bright light, Nicholas had a polite smile on his face. She smiled and looked at the Italian and said, "Of course, of course." As soon as she finished speaking, the Italian leaned over and hugged her, and she symbolically hugged the Italian. After this hug, the Italian gave up his seat to Nicholas.

The move caused a stir in the stands, and the fans caused quite a stir.

"I hope you don't mind. Nicholas sat down and said calmly in Spanish. He said this staring at the field.

Lu Ling also stared at the field and responded in English: "Please feel free." ”

After that, the two did not speak for a long time. The people around them, both the fans and the general friends of the same industry, seemed to be a little disappointed by this. Before the two sat together, the live TV gave them their respective shots, and then the two sat together and gave them two more shots, but unfortunately the two protagonists of the vigorous romance of the past did not seem to have the slightest interest in communicating. Only, if that's the case, why would Nick Flores go to such lengths to swap seats with someone?

When the blue No. 3 on the field dribbled straight into the penalty area to get rid of a shot and almost scored, Lu Ling and Nicholas couldn't help but sigh a little. And Massimo Romano, who was in the stands in front of them, turned his head. At a glance, the three of them seemed to understand why they had come here. Real Madrid's manager and QPR's manager should have exactly the same reason.

Nicholas found many things in the world ironic. For example, he never imagined to reunite with her in Milan, but when he did, he felt that it made sense for them to meet here. They're all here for that player, and it's not once or twice that they've looked alike, and they're all ready to meet Massimo in the Champions League game that follows.

The game gradually became fluid. Italy are playing very well, better than they did at last year's European Championships. Similarly, about that player, Lu Ling also saw more things he wanted to see.

She is familiar with the other three AC Milan players on the Italian pitch today. After Buffon's retirement, the highly talented goalkeeper Donnarumma is naturally the undisputed No. 1 national goal; Saldo is a player Lu Ling is very familiar with, and he played against QPR when he played for Arsenal in the past; Belotti, a center forward introduced for 70 million pounds this season, is currently Italy's number one center forward and is very strong.

However, the player she hopes to bring in will still be more amazing on the field than the three.

That player was AC Milan's Giancarlo Sabatini. Last season, at the age of 18, he became a regular for AC Milan and was instrumental in winning the Champions League. He was also selected for the national team early on, although he missed last year's European Championship due to injury. This season, he became the youngest captain in AC Milan's history.

His performance could not but be reminiscent of Paolo Maldini, one of the best defenders in Italian history. Equally capable of playing at left-back and centre-back, Sabatini defensively is impenetrable, possessing fearsome agility and flexibility, as well as strong muscles, and when he starts attacking with the ball, his devastating momentum can break down the opposition line in a matter of moments.

Lu Ling knows that there are always some players who can't be limited by position, and although Sabatini is only nineteen years old now, the ability and potential he shows will not be tied to the position of "defender" at all.

Naturally, she also realized in the short eye contact just now that Nick wanted to bring this player to Real Madrid. Only, perhaps, for them, it was futile. What reason does the nineteen-year-old AC Milan captain have to leave?

The score of 0:0 remained until halftime.

Lu Ling and Nicholas stood up together. Throughout the first half, they didn't communicate anything except those two sentences. Now, the Spaniard was very gentlemanly and gave up a position, still not speaking, but let the lady go first. She shrugged, said it didn't matter, and gestured for him to continue. He stood still. Lu Ling knew that if it dragged on any longer, the people behind her should have an opinion, so she didn't insist anymore and walked past him.

Before walking into the lounge area, Lu Ling looked back at the magnificent San Siro Stadium, where he was standing behind her. She was a little irritated for a moment, she didn't know what he was planning. What was his intention in changing seats?And had he forgotten the fierce quarrel they had had in Nyon?, she looked him in the eye. He looked away.

There are a lot of people in the VIP lounge area. The match between Italy and Spain attracted a lot of celebrities. Greeting is a hard job, and Lu Ling found that the advantage of holding a glass of champagne is that when you don't want to talk, you just bring the champagne glass to your lips. When she came out of the women's bathroom, the second half of the game was about to begin. She returned to the stands. Nicholas was already there. She pondered for a few seconds if it was necessary to change positions, and she finally decided that it was a bad idea, that she didn't need to hide from him.

In the second half of the game, the tempo picked up. This was somewhat unexpected by Lu Ling. Whether it's Italian football or Spanish football, it's a master of controlling the tempo. The single rhythm of traditional English football, presented by the simplicity and brutality, may seem to them like a young boy who has just been in business. This rhythm is undoubtedly difficult to completely please women, and it is difficult to really "score". Lu Ling smiled, she was glad that Patrick Amber had never been a traditional English player. Whether on the field or in bed.

Nicholas didn't know why she was suddenly laughing. He glanced at the side of her face, the smile on her lips a little harsh. His mouth was tightly closed. In the second half, he still didn't take the initiative to speak, and he was not waiting for her to take the initiative. With what he knew about her, she probably wouldn't change seats, but most of the time she didn't mind the whole quiet scene. He didn't mind either.

In the 79th minute, Sabatini dribbled the ball deep into the Spanish half at high speed, and then assisted Belotti to score the only goal of the game.

Lu Ling was very satisfied with what he saw. She also remembered that although AC Milan are doing very well now, there seems to be some problems with the club's finances. Sabatini's departure is unlikely, but what if it comes to a sky-high price?

The final whistle was about to sound, and Lu Ling even saw the referee's whistle in his mouth.

At the moment of the whistle, a huge explosion suddenly came from this stand.

****

Patrick was walking with Rose to the room. He casually accosted Rose as he thought about going back to the shower and then facetime with Tina, who was watching the game almost over...... Patrick was thinking about it when he saw a long line at the door of his room from a distance.

Zixiang, Phil, Glenn, JT, and Ben.

Damn, half of England is waiting for him, or half of QPR is waiting for him. What's going on?, Patrick asked, crookedly, "Bad news?"

Glenn nodded.

Patrick walked to the door and frowned, "Something to do with me?"

JT nodded.

Patrick felt a cold sweat break down his back in an instant. The next second, he grabbed Zixiang's collar and asked in a rough voice, "Tina has an accident?"

"Not yet. Benjamin replied to Patrick, his voice a little low, but also very calm.

What do you mean not yet? Patrick's sharp gaze swept over Benjamin, he needed an answer, how the hell are these guys only giving half the fucking information?

Ross pulled Lapatrick and whispered, "Let's go to your room." ”

Patrick didn't let go of Zixiang, and then vigorously shook Rose's arm away, and he pressed his buddy's chest hard, forcing him to speak clearly with his eyes.

Zixiang sighed, "Didn't you say that Christine was watching the game at San Siro? As soon as the game ended, San Siro was suspected of exploding. ”

Patrick shouted several times. He let go of Yu Zixiang abruptly and immediately opened the door to the room. Behind him, his teammates were scrolling through social media with their phones. He rushed to the table, picked up his phone, and dialed her.

"Directly to voicemail, I don't know if it's out of power or no signal. Benjamin said. "We've all fought. ”

Patrick gave Benjamin a cold look, and the voice on his phone confirmed Benjamin's words. He slammed his phone. But he thought of something, and immediately picked it up again, and he checked it, and the screen was broken, but it wasn't broken. Then he rushed out.

Benjamin tried to hold Patrick, but he couldn't. JT and Glenn blocked the door, and Phil blocked another layer to prevent Patrick from rushing out.

"I need to go to Milan!" Patrick shouted angrily as he nudged Phil.

"It doesn't have to be a terrorist attack, it could be a prank, and if it's a terrorist attack, it's useless if you go......" Ross discouraged.

Patrick turned around and was about to punch him over. Yu Zixiang grabbed him.

"You calm down, the news has only been out for six minutes. Benjamin said as he looked at his phone, "There are a lot of reporters and fans on Twitter right now who are saying that it may have been just an accident." There is no problem with the order of the scene. Security guards and police are arranging to leave the venue. He raised his head as he spoke, "If it's really a terrorist attack, I'll go to Milan with you." ”

"Yes, if that's the case, I'll go too. Phil continued.

"Are you all crazy? We've got a game tomorrow night!" exclaimed Rose.

Patrick took a deep breath. He knew Ben had a point. He just didn't know what to do if it was a terrorist attack. He flashed through the terrorist attacks in recent years, such as those in public places, the survival rate, and even the probability of not being injured, is very low.

Rose shook his head and turned on the TV. The voice of the anchor was immediately heard on the TV: "The situation at the San Siro is stable, and some fans have just sung the Italian national anthem......"

****

When that loud sound sounded, Lu Ling was really startled. Probably, everyone in the stadium is. Before she could see the reaction of the players on the field, a body came over and took her into her arms. "It's okay, babe, it's okay. She heard him whisper.

In those two seconds, many people in the stands were in the same posture, squatting down, leaning on their backs, protecting their heads. Of course, this makes sense, the most important head and heart are protected, and the attack area is reduced.

Lu Ling's mind went blank, and she looked up blankly in the man's arms, but it seemed that the most dangerous moment had passed, and within half a second, everyone had returned to normal. Before she could see his eyes, he had slowly let go of her and smiled at her as if nothing had happened.

"Maybe it's just a prank. Nicholas didn't speak Spanish anymore, he spoke English.

Lu Ling nodded. She was a little embarrassed and looked at the field, where the players were walking towards the players' tunnel. Soon, the stadium was announced, first in Italian and then in English. The broadcast said that there may be some accidents at the scene, and I hope everyone will not panic, stay where they are, or follow the arrangements of the security guards and the police to exit in an orderly manner. Emphasized a few more times, don't rush.

Lu Ling stared blankly at the light of the ceiling, thinking that if it was really a terrorist attack, next, even if he was not killed, the possibility of being trampled and injured or even killed was not small. Fortunately, it seems that there is no confusion now. She looked around, and there were many fans with excited expressions on their faces. Perhaps, as long as it wasn't a real terrorist attack, they would have seen it as an interesting life experience. Many of you may be live-streaming the stadium on social media or with your friends and family. Thinking of this, she took out her phone and glanced at it. No signal, no signal at all.

Lu Ling then looked at the man beside him, and he sat firmly in his seat. His elbows were on his knees, his hands were clasped against his chin, and his eyes were staring at the empty court. She couldn't make out his gaze, she didn't know what he was thinking. And if he knew what she wanted to say to him now, he might not bother to pay attention to her.

"Do you know the IFI password?" Nicholas asked the ridiculous question when he heard the sexy voice. The corners of his mouth curled, and he tilted his head to look at her. Her eyes tell him that she really wants to know the IFI password. He didn't answer her in a hurry, and glanced around, many people in this VIP stand had already entered it.

Seeing that he was silent, Lu Ling said, "Thank you just now." She stood up as she spoke, ready to go to the lounge area. A hand reached out to her. She was stunned and handed the phone to him.

Nicholas entered the password, connected it and handed the phone back. The moment she took it, he saw countless messages pop up, one of which was:

Nicholas turned his eyes away and looked back at the empty San Siro.

****

Patrick let out a long sigh at the message, and he immediately sent a facetime to it. It was quickly connected. But the FI signal in the stadium is also unstable, and the video footage on his side is intermittent. But in any case, he could be sure of one thing, she was indeed fine. His friends around him also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you leave now?baby, you must be careful. Patrick asked, still anxious.

"I'm fine, really. Her voice was choppy.

No sooner had Patrick heard what she had said than the stadium radio sounded from her side, Italian, noisy and influential. Benjamin still made a simultaneous interpretation, "The danger is eliminated, it's just an accident, and the fans who caused the accident have been taken away." You can leave the stadium slowly, please don't be in a hurry, and don't push the person in front of you. ”

"I'll go back now and tell you when I get to the hotel. She said on the other end, smiling.

Patrick was about to speak, when a figure flashed in the camera, and he didn't know if he was wrong, but before he could ask, she hung up. He frowned, staring at his phone.

'She sat with the Real Madrid manager and I watched the game. The live broadcast gave them several times to the picture together. ”

Benjamin's cold voice reached Patrick's ears. Patrick jerked his head up at Benjamin. Benjamin just shrugged his shoulders.

Patrick chases everyone away. He hesitated again and again, and sent another message to the past:

****

Lu Ling put away his phone after replying. This false alarm really scared everyone. She looked up, and before leaving the court, she wanted to look at the night sky of San Siro, but what she saw was still dazzling lights, and the night was extremely unreal under such lights. She heard the faint laughter and deep words of the man next to her, "Life and death are fateful, and wealth is in the sky." ”

His words made Lu Ling laugh completely. Nick's Chinese pronunciation was extremely strange, but she actually heard what he said. She didn't know where he had learned that, and oh yes, David Beckham had those eight words tattooed on his body. For people who don't understand Chinese, the shape of Chinese characters and the profound meaning behind them are indeed good tattoo ideas.

"Do you know what that means?" Lu Ling asked with a smile and added, "I don't think you agree. ”

Nicholas also stood up. "It's really out of place with me...... But I've come to understand this. "Like at halftime, he let her go first. Frightened, she didn't shirk anymore, she just wanted to leave the court quickly. She passed by him, and his voice sounded again above her head. "Aren't I **ing asshole? You look happy, you're not mad at me anymore. ”

He used an affirmative sentence. Lu Ling didn't look back, as if he hadn't heard it.

"But I'm mad at you. He said in her ear, looking down. 166 Reading Network