"Our plane is about to take off, please fasten your seat belts, put away the small table and straighten the seat back, the aircraft will open the cabin service after it is stable, if necessary, please press the overhead service light and wait." A tall, down-to-earth stewardess stood at the front of the cabin with a smile.

Different from the profession that became a bad street in the next ten years, today's flight attendants are high-end majors in universities, and the flight attendants who can fly international routes are the best in Air China.

"It's a good time." Even Li Xianfeng, who did airplanes for half a year in his previous life, rarely saw such a quality flight attendant, so even if he was used to seeing beautiful women, he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Don't stare at the flight attendant, be careful to look at other flight attendants!" Coach Yuan quipped next to him.

"It's okay, we're embarrassed and they won't be embarrassed."

"You seem to know a lot." Coach Yuan pouted on the side.

Li Xianfeng really understands this, but he learned it from those foreign friends who were in his previous life, thinking of these somewhat unpleasant facts, Li Xianfeng also lost interest in seeing the beauty in front of him again and began to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.

I don't know how long it took until Coach Yuan next to him patted himself, and Li Xianfeng woke up from his sleep.

"Look at Xianfeng! The city down there is Grosseto! We're almost there," said Coach Yuan, who is in his 50s, pointing to the city that glows at night.

"Yes, I saw it." Li Xianfeng felt a little bored, after all, whether it was the magic capital or the capital, or some second-tier cities in China, the lights at night were much brighter than those of this small Italian city.

"Why does Xianfeng react differently from others? Could it be that he has been abroad before? Impossible. Yuan Cheng, who thought that Xianfeng would be as excited as everyone else, felt strange, you must know that even Yuan Cheng himself had very few opportunities to go abroad as a top athlete in China, let alone Li Xianfeng who came out of the mountains, "It seems that Xianfeng's nerves are really big." Coach Yuan can only attribute his behavior to brain circuits beyond ordinary people.

Li Xianfeng knew that he was a little too calm now, but he wanted him to pretend to be shouting like other athletes around him, but he really couldn't do it, fortunately, it wasn't long before landing, so he casually chatted with Coach Yuan about training, and Li Xianfeng successfully mixed up the time.

"During the game, it is forbidden to go out at will, if you have any problems, you must discuss with the coach who leads the team, you are not allowed to act privately, and all orders are obeyed." The first thing that came to the hotel was to have a meeting, even at 11 o'clock in the evening, they couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the leaders, and the athletes who were quite excited listened to the leaders on the stage, and they turned into frosted eggplants one by one, and suddenly lost their spirits and began to doze off.

After more than half an hour, the leader of the team announced the adjournment of the meeting, and everyone rushed to flee the conference room for fear of staying for another second.

"That's good, at least you don't have to adjust to jet lag." Li Xianfeng, who was lying on the bed, recalled the dull speeches of the leaders, and suddenly entered a dream.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, the whole city was silent, except for the bus of the Chinese team to the competition venue, there was not a single vehicle in sight on the street, and the few shops that opened their doors on the street also wore the face of a yellow race.

"I just don't know if you can be as easy as you are now after 08." Looking at this sleepy city, the corners of Li Xianfeng's mouth rose slightly, imagining what it would be like if he came to the city in five years.

Grosseto is a small city, and the bus only drove for 15 minutes to take all the athletes to the stadium, which means glory in Italian, and this 15,000-seat complex stadium is the venue for the World Youth Championships.

"Damn the Chinese guys, it's you who disturbed my dreams!" The leading white man shook hands with the leader of Huaguo, and scolded this dirty word with a smile, and the translator next to him was a little stunned, and he didn't dare to translate it truthfully, so he could only translate it as welcome.

"It's half past seven, and you can train here until eight o'clock." Another white man handed a form to the leader to sign.

"What? This is different from what we said before, didn't we say that we could train at 9 o'clock in the morning? The leader asked, looking at the smiling white man.

"This is the latest arrangement of the Athletics Federation, and we can't help it." The white man smiled and spread his hands, saying that it was all a decision made by his superiors and had nothing to do with him.

"That's really...... All right. Although he was very dissatisfied, the leader could only endure this breath, this is not the first time that Huaguo has been treated unfairly on the track and field, and this kind of difficulty of deliberately reducing training time is not the first time that the Huaguo team has encountered it.

"These IAAF bastards!" The leader looked at the bad smile of the three white people and couldn't help but scold the country, because Huaguo has not been able to achieve results in track and field, so it is difficult for this kind of locals, even if Huaguo reports it, it is not taken seriously by the IAAF, and it is often over.

"Now all the players, run into the stadium!" Seeing that there was little time left, the leader could not dwell on it anymore.

"What's the use of training with these yellow monkeys? It's better to leave time to our strong Italian team. The three white men looked at the Huaguo team members who ran neatly past them and mocked.

"A herd of white-skinned pigs." As he walked by, Lee greeted the three self-righteous white men in pure Italian.

"Who? Who dares to scold us? The three of them looked around and saw that they were surrounded by hurried Chinese players, and these athletes did not look like they could speak Italian.

"Could it be that we are hallucinating?" The three whites stared at each other inexplicably.

"Xianfeng, do you know Italian?" Coach Yuan looked at Li Xianfeng beside him with a look of surprise.

"I learned a few words when I was in school." Li Xianfeng nodded.

"And what did you just tell them?"

"I said the weather was nice in Grosseto."