Today is Sunday, Zhuo Yang has been practicing the piano all morning, and after that, he went to the school infirmary to change the gauze on his head. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info strong young man's body self-healing and recovery ability is super fast, the scar on the wound is thick, and there will be no fart after two days of removing the stitches. His stomach was a little growling, remembering that he said yesterday that he was going to invite Cheng Hao to dinner, anyway, there was no training in the afternoon, so Zhuo Yang took out his business card and called over.

"Cheng Hao? I'm Zhuo Yang. Here's my phone number, you can remember it. Have you eaten it? "It's always so self-cooked.

“…… Hi, I just stuffed two hot dogs in my stomach and I'm still holding them up. But I should be fine with you to eat some more. Cheng Hao was also a little arrogant.

"That's good, I can't let you watch it, can you? Two whole cups? Do you drink alcohol? "You can always drink without eating.

"Damn, I'm from Xinjiang!" Cheng Hao is not polite at all.

"Hahaha......" Zhuo Yang laughed happily: For appetite, this guy is definitely for appetite.

"Hahaha......" Cheng Hao also laughed over there: For appetite, this Zhuo Yang is quite for appetite.

Before the two of them had formal contact, they felt a fit for each other.

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According to Zhuo Yang's instructions, the two met in the 'Peninsula Iron Box' bar. Because he has a big bald head and gauze is still attached to the light bulb, Zhuo Yang, who has always liked stinky beauty, is wearing a dark gray hamburger-style top hat today, which also looks quite stylish. The hat was bought for him by Li Xiaoqing when he was just starting spring, and the eldest lady felt that this one was a good match for Zhuo Yang.

In the afternoon, there were only three or two people in the bar, which was perfect for chatting and eating. Zhuo Yang introduced the boss Big SB to Cheng Hao, and the big reporter couldn't help but complain and talk to himself about the strange nickname of Grantham. In Zhuo Yang's squeezing eyebrows, Cheng Hao did not tell Big SB how much his nickname was in Chinese.

"Let's go!" Zhuo Yang and Cheng Hao picked up the large beer glasses, of course, it was impossible to really kill them in one go, and the slogan was the slogan. Zhuo Yang was eating steak bibimbap as if he was eating a lid topping. Cheng Hao poured himself a drink, and the two chatted while eating and drinking.

Cheng Hao didn't do a question-and-answer interview seriously, and that kind of thing is actually suitable for the studio. The two of them were completely chatting, Cheng Hao talked about Yang Chen and Xie Hui from how he got to Germany, and then talked about his life in the Xinjiang Construction Corps since he was a child. Zhuo Yang talked about how to become a professional player by mistake and how to deal with the relationship between studies and football.

The more the two of them chatted, the more speculative they became, and they slowly got out of football.

"I've been on this phone since early this morning, and there is my front page on Sports, right?" Zhuo Yang kept answering the phone early in the morning, his parents, his sisters, friends, buddies and classmates, all talking about him being in the newspaper.

"That's right, I sent it, and I'll follow you in the future." Cheng Hao didn't beat around the bush and told Zhuo Yang his purpose straightforwardly. He can also see that Zhuo Yang is actually a very good person to deal with, and the prerequisite is that you have to have a temper with him.

"Okay, that's easy to say. Tomorrow you come with me to the club, and I will introduce you to Chairman Malen and Klopp......" Speaking of this, Zhuo Yang realized that he and the coach were still turning their faces.

Cheng Hao heard this, it was called a comfort: really righteous! With the strength of the wine, he patted his chest and said: "Zhuo Yang, don't dare to say anything else, as long as I am still here, there will not be a single word of unfavorable news for you in the domestic "Sports Weekly", and the manuscript I sent back is guaranteed to be all good things about you." ”

Zhuo Yang likes to listen to this, and everyone likes to listen to it. "I believe this, let's fall in love. No, isn't it true that your reporters' reports should be objective and truthful? Zhuo Yang was a bit deliberately quipping.

"Zhuo Yang, don't you know, today's reporters dare to say anything and make up anything. The objectivity of bullshit, the net fucking fear that the world will not be chaotic. As long as it can attract attention, there is nothing they dare not do. Black and white, good and bad, they do it all, and if there is no wind, they will harden the waves. Let me tell you this, as long as you can not make up nonsense and spread rumors, then you can be regarded as a good reporter with a very conscience. Besides, I didn't say I wasn't objective and truthful, did I? I call this selective reporting. ”

"Haha, no wonder they all say, pull your reporters out and line up to be shot, I don't dare to say if there are any wrongs, there are still more than half of those who are damn and not killed." Zhuo Yang couldn't help but be happy: "Hey, what are you saying wrong, what is selective reporting?" How ugly I am so much that I dare not see people. ”

"Raise the bar, raise the bar! You don't know how bad those domestic reporters are, they will bury you in order to become famous! At that point, though, I'll be able to charge for you. This is Cheng Hao's experience, the black of Chinese football, not only in the football itself, but also the football media do not let Nanshan carbon at all.

In the later contradictions between Zhuo Yang and the Chinese Football Association, Cheng Hao's "Sports Weekly" always shouted for Zhuo Yang in public opinion, helping Zhuo Yang resist a lot of malicious speculation and moral kidnapping.

"Then I won't bother with other reporters from now on, you're my one, oh yes, royal reporter! ......" The two were chatting hotly, and Zhuo Yang's phone rang, it was Li Xiaoqing.

“…… I'm next door to you......, big SB this. …… Introduce you to a friend......"

Without much effort, Li Xiaoqing rushed in in a hurry.

"Zhuo Yang, I read the newspaper, you asked a grandson to open the scoop yesterday? …… I took off my hat and let my sister take a look...... "The concern on Li Xiaoqing's face is not pretending at all.

"Hey, it's okay, there's nothing, just rub your head."

"It's scary to see the blood in the newspaper, let's go, my sister will take you to eat some good supplements. What country is that grandson from? Sister found someone to vent your anger and abolished him. ”

"Don't, don't care, don't take the things on the football field to the field, the football affairs still have to be solved with football." Zhuo Yang hurriedly stopped, he knew that Li Xiaoqing was definitely not talking casually, and he was definitely capable: "Don't be surprised, come and sit in front of me obediently, I still have friends." ”

Li Xiaoqing noticed Cheng Hao next to him, and Cheng Hao quickly stood up: "Hello, I am a reporter from our domestic "Sports Weekly", my name is Cheng Hao. You're Zhuo Yang's girlfriend, right? ”

"It's not!" Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing spoke in unison.

As soon as Li Xiaoqing heard that she was a sports reporter, she didn't take it seriously, except for this intersection with Zhuo Yang, she didn't care much about all sports: "Reporter? Remember to give Zhuo Yang more positive publicity, he is different from those goods in China. Also, don't mention me in your report, or no one will trouble you, don't blame me for not reminding you? ”

Cheng Hao was a little stunned when he heard Li Xiaoqing's words: Who is this? Why do you speak so impulsively, what a big breath.

Zhuo Yang hurriedly said: "Don't, Miss Xiaoqing, I know that you feel sorry for me, but isn't it okay for me?" Extinguish the fire, and I'll play the piano for you later. Li Xiaoqing suddenly had a spring breeze on his face. Zhuo Yang said to Cheng Hao again: "This is my good friend, Li Xiaoqing." Don't mention her in the report, her identity ...... Something special. ”

Cheng Hao nodded tightly and agreed, still muttering in his heart: Who is this? Special status? Look at this look, is he a singer or a movie star? But why don't you be impressed?

Zuji Entertainment is not separated, Cheng Hao does not say anything about the domestic entertainment industry, and he still has some understanding.