The men chatted and waited for new food to be served, and the meal was not finished until half past twelve in the evening. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It's a pretty normal dinner time for most Italians.

Italians mostly have a croissant and a cup of coffee for breakfast, and a sandwich or hamburger for lunch. According to the Chinese point of view, the only thing that can be called a meal is dinner every day. Dinner usually starts at around 8 p.m. and lasts until about 10 p.m. If there are guests in the house, the hospitable host will keep serving up the food and the guests will be happy until midnight. Compared with the process of Chinese eating fruit together in the living room after meals, Italians put all the processes in the kitchen and dining room.

So when Zhang Shu wanted to say goodbye and leave, he found that he couldn't go back.

Zhang Shu was already well aware of the poor security environment in Italy, and Mr. and Mrs. Gallo were not at ease to let him return to the training base alone so late. Touching his swollen round belly, Zhang Shu decisively chose the latter between asking Augusto to drive him back and staying overnight.

After finally eating so many delicious foods, Zhang Shu was reluctant to spray them on the blue Fiat.

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Turio was 120,000 happy about Zhang Shu's stay, and as soon as he finished eating, he pulled Zhang Shu to his room.

Turio's room was on the third floor of the small building, next to his brother Augusto. The small room is littered with magazines, clothes, and exercise equipment.

"Hey, it's a bit of a mess." Looking at Zhang Shu, who had no way to get off, Turio smiled and piled up the debris on the ground to the corner of the room.

"I'm so sorry. Mrs. Gallo, who came up with her, explained embarrassedly, "Originally, Augusto's room was a guest room, but since Turio and Augusto grew up, this small room can no longer accommodate the two big men. ”

Zhang Shu hurriedly waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay." It's nice that I can stay in a room with Turio and we can talk together in the evening. He was also embarrassed to stay overnight for the first time, and always felt that he was too much of a nuisance to Turio's family.

Although Augusto moved out of this small bedroom, his bed was not moved out. "Tulio, go down and help me move something." Lady Gallo called Turio. "Okay mom." After a while, Turio returned to the bedroom with the mattress and sheets on his shoulders. The heavy futon seemed weightless on Turio's body. Zhang Shu looked at the bulging muscles under Tulio's clothes, and couldn't help but feel envious. It would be nice if he had a physical condition like Tulio.

Mrs. Gallo skillfully helped Zhang Shu change into new sheets and quilts. "Zhang, I wish you a good dream. Baby, so are you. After embracing Zhang Shu again, Madame Gallo turned her head and kissed Turio on the cheek, and turned to leave the room.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore!" Turio protested to his mother, who was already about to go downstairs, in exchange for her caressing and touching his head.

Looking at the trivial daily life between Turio and their mother and son, Zhang Shu felt warm and a little sour in his heart.

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"Zhang, did you sleep?" In the silence of the night, Turio's voice rang out.

"Not yet. What's wrong, Turio? Zhang Shu was not asleep, he was examining his system. After two matches in Milan and Atalanta, the system has been upgraded to level 4. Now Zhang Shu is holding a skill point in his hand, hovering between several skills in a tangled way, and he can't make a choice for a long time.

"Nothing. Just ask. Turio said. After about ten seconds, his voice came to Zhang Shu again.

"You say, we're friends, really?"

"Of course."

"Really, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Zhang Shu didn't answer again, Turio really can't chat, how can I answer this. Zhang Shu complained in his heart, you asked me like this, did you want me to answer you, "Yes, I lied to you, I was just joking." "What?

"Actually, I know I'm not smart. I also know that my dad, my mom, my brother, they all think I'm stupid. ”

Seeing that Zhang Shu no longer spoke, Turio simply started talking to himself.

"When I was in school, everyone thought I was stupid and no one liked me. Later, I joined the Brescia youth team, and because I was tall, the coach asked me to play as a center forward, and I did. At the beginning, the coach put me in charge of scoring goals, but I couldn't score, and then the coach put me in charge of making the ball and blocking people for my teammates. ”

"Then you came, and the coach said let me not think about shooting, just help you block the defender, let me squeeze the position to grab the header for you, in fact, I am very unwilling. I want to score goals too. Turio's voice was muffled. Zhang Shu needed careful discernment to hear his muttering Italian.

'I've scored three goals in the last two games and you helped me pull the defenders away and pass them to me.

"I'm really happy that you don't dislike me for being stupid, you're willing to pass the ball to me, and you're willing to be friends with me."

Silence fell again in the small room. It wasn't long before Turio's steady breathing could be heard in the darkness of the night next to him.

"Turio, I think you're going to be able to go to the first team. Good night. ”

Except for a well-proportioned breath, Turio did not respond.

Zhang Shu also closed his eyes.

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Brescia's match against Atalanta was played on Saturday. The next day the team had a day off and didn't practice.

In the past, when the team was on vacation, Zhang Shu spent it in his own physical training, but today he decided to give himself a vacation. Madame Gallo learned that Zhang Shu had been staying at the training base since he arrived in Brescia, and that she had to take Tulio to take him around the city.

"I said, can't we walk slowly on our own?" Looking at Augusto, who was leaning against the blue Fiat on the side of the road, Zhang Shu felt that his legs and stomach began to turn again.

"We'll have to pick up Emiliano, he's not close." Turio explained.

Emiliano Viviano is Brescia's first-choice goalkeeper for the Under-17s and has been training at Fiorentina's academy. Scouts in Brescia put him on a watchlist at a very young age. However, because Viviano's family did not want him to leave the house at a young age, it was not until this year, when Viviano turned 16, that the team managed to sign him a contract and bring him to Brescia.

Although only sixteen years old like Zhang Shu, Viviano does not live in the club like Zhang Shu. At his urging, the team rented a house for him not far from the club.

He was Turio's previous best friend on the team.

"Zhang, if you get motion sickness, you can sit in the front seat." Augusto's thoughtful proposal.

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If the project experienced by Zhang Shu, who sat in the back row yesterday, was "Crazy Mickey Mouse", the feeling of bravely challenging the front seat today is a roller coaster.

"Hah! Zhang, do you see me so excited? Viviano happily got into the car and was startled when he saw Zhang Shu sitting in the front seat with tears in his eyes.

"Why / my/ eyes / are full of / tears, because / I / love / this land / deeply." Zhang Shu immediately shamelessly plagiarized Ai Qing's poems.

After a few months of study, Zhang Shu's Italian is already very good. It's even better than the written skills of the Brescia players. These two Chinese poems, after Zhang Shu's modified translation in Italian, have a hint of Italian sonnet rhyme.

"Wow! Zhang, I didn't think you could write poetry! This unguardable pretense amazed the three Italians who were traveling with him. Augusto whistled, and Viviano and Turio looked adoring. Although none of them are cultural people, they still admire Zhang Shu, who seems to be full of literary atmosphere.

"Awards, awards, just feelings." Zhang Shu arched his hand modestly.

"Zhang, I really can't see it, I can't imagine that you still have this hand." Augusto gave a thumbs up. "Looks like I'm going to show some real skills to open your eyes!"

"Oh oh oh~! Is Big Brother Augusto going to show real technology? GOGOGO！ Let's go~! Viviano looked excited and raised his long arms.

The tires rubbed against the road, making a long, sharp whistle, and a second later the car slammed away, leaving only Zhang Shu's abrupt scream in the air.

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Brescia is not a big city like Milan, and most of the shops are concentrated in the only few streets in the city. Zhang Shu quickly bought all his clothes and daily necessities. It was still early in the morning, and the children found a coffee shop and sat under the parasols on the side of the road for afternoon tea.

"Oooo Look over there, look over there! Compared with the honest and honest Turio, Viviano's personality is much more lively, and along the way, Viviano constantly describes the gorgeous nightlife of Brescia to Zhang Shu. Even when I sat down, I didn't stop, but I still kept patrolling the beauties on the street.

"The figure is not bad, but the face is a little old." As a teenager who has entered puberty, Zhang Shu certainly likes to look at beautiful women. It's just that compared to East Asians, European beauties look more mature. "I don't like twenty-year-old women."

Augusto, who was already in his twenties, shook his hand, and a cup of coffee almost spilled on himself. "What a twenty-year-old woman!" He hurriedly wiped the water stains on his chest with paper, "Twenty to twenty-eight years old is the most beautiful time for a woman!" Augusto made a gesture of being a passerby, "The teenage girl hasn't fully grown yet!" ”

"Brother Augusto, you can't say that. Fourteen to twenty-four years old is when girls are at their cutest. Viviano was on the sidelines, having already had several girlfriends, of all ages.

"I don't like anything bigger than me. If I want to get married, I will find a girl who is about four or five years younger than me. Zhang Shu insisted on his own point of view. At the age of sixteen, he didn't really think about getting married, in his mind, it was a very distant thing in the future. However, his mother is four years younger than his father, and Zhang Shu thinks this age difference is quite good.

However, he did not know that the legal age of marriage for men in Italy was sixteen.

"Zhang! It's a crime to attack a twelve-year-old girl! Augusto admonished.

Zhang Shu rolled his eyes, feeling that he still had a common language with his peers like Viviano.

"Zhang! I'm sticking with you! What's wrong with a man's perversion! Viviano tapped him on the shoulder from the other side.