The Brescia players were excited to beat their arch-rivals Atalanta away from home, and they started to celebrate since they got on the bus, singing and dancing all the way, and in order not to spoil the players, Saville and Cosimo Marcello sat at the front and slept at the front, and did not join in the players' revelry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Without the coach around, the players had a better time, and the various songs were sung in turn, and finally the Brescia team anthem. Zhang Shu, who couldn't sing, was pulled together and let out a meaningless yell, only to sing two sentences to the tune at the climax, "Oh~~~BRESCIA~~Oh~~~~~~~".

When everyone was tired of singing, they sat down and chatted. Zhang Shu sat by the window, coughing his throat non-stop. He yelled too hard just now, and now his throat feels a little uncomfortable.

At this point, Turio squeezed over to his side and sat down. "Zhang, are you free at night? My mom wants to treat you to dinner. ”

Zhang Shu was a little surprised, it has been a few months since he came to Brescia, and although the relationship with his teammates is not bad, he has not had much contact after leaving the stadium, and this is the first time that a teammate has sent him an invitation outside the stadium.

"I just called my mom and she was very happy to know that I scored again, and I told her that you assisted me again, so she wanted to thank you." Turio smiled innocently and touched his head embarrassedly. People who don't know see the appearance of this big man of 1.9 meters and think that he is bothering Zhang Shu.

"Zhang, don't bully Tulio. Don't look at him big, but he has a small brain. Bacchini, who was playing with Thomas in the hallway, looked at them from a distance and began to heckle again.

"I didn't!" Zhang Shu shouted to the front. Turning his head to Turio, he nodded. "Thank you for having me, uh, I mean, I'd love to go." He is also a little embarrassed, as a Chinese, the first time to go to someone else's house to eat, I always feel that it should be a very formal thing. "Wait until I get back to the training base to change my clothes?" Zhang Shu looked down at the Brescia training uniform on his body, in fact, except for the set he wore when he first came to Brescia, Zhang Shu, who had lost his luggage, had no other clothes. Brescia sent Zhang Shu a few sets of training clothes, and Zhang Shu forgot about buying new clothes.

Turio smiled and shook his hand, "No, it doesn't need to be that troublesome, you just go for it." ”

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The match between Brescia and Atalanta ended at four o'clock in the afternoon. By the time the players had showered and changed their clothes, and then gathered on the team bus to return to Brescia, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. So the players don't need to go back to the training base, they are directly transported back to the city by bus, and then the players go home.

Zhang Shu followed Turio off the bus at Piazza del Viríl, not far from the Dolcevite restaurant where Tyndi had taken him for dinner last time, and the bus dropped them off and whizzed away, leaving them in the square waiting for Turio's parents to pick them up.

Zhang Shu looked around, Brescia Victory Square, also known as Victoria Square, was built between 1927 and 1932. It is one of the main squares of the old town of Brescia. After the end of the Second World War, the thematic sculptures of representatives of fascist ideology in the square were symbols of Brescia's architecture and urban organization for more than twenty years. Across the street, to the southwest, is the Brescia Market Square, which the name suggests. Zhang Shu looked across the street at the market square opposite, and at this time the market had closed its stalls, revealing the shops on both sides.

He still felt that it didn't seem good to go to someone's house to eat empty-handed, and wanted to buy something as a gift.

But soon a blue Fiat pulled up in front of them, and a hand stretched out from the rolled down window and waved at them.

Turio dragged Zhang Shu into the back seat of the car, and in the driver's seat sat a young man, about 20 years old. "This is Augusto, my brother." Augusto, who was as big as his brother and had blond hair, struggled to turn halfway from the driver's seat and reach for Zhang Shu in the back seat. "Hello, Zhang, thank you for taking care of my silly brother."

Zhang Shu hurriedly held him and stretched out his hand. Turio let out a hey laugh from the side.

Augusto let go of his hand and tapped his brother on the head. "Don't laugh like that all the time, look stupid."

"Fasten your seatbelts, we're off to go." He turned around and got his hands back on the wheel.

Turio instantly restrained his smirk, and hurriedly pulled out his seat belt and tied it to himself.

Truth be told, when he was in China, Zhang Shu never wore a seat belt. When Chinese first entered the year 2000, few people had the habit of wearing seat belts in cars, and even in some places there was the wrong idea that "wearing seat belts is looking down on the driver", let alone wearing rear seat belts.

Now, Zhang Shu has paid a heavy price for this bad habit.

The blue Fiat let out a loud roar, and a catapult started to press Zhang Shu against the seat. Before he could get up, a slippery curve cut in and his head slammed into the door handle.

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When the flying car landed in front of a small building, Zhang Shu almost rolled off the car. Turio unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car to help Zhang Shu up. "My brother is a taxi driver." He explained embarrassedly. "But he knows his way! Where you go to find him in the future, you will definitely not miss a problem! ”

That's not the point at all, okay! Zhang Shu complained fiercely in his heart. The person who got into his car didn't have the heart to worry about whether it would be a mistake!

The screeching brakes of the car alarmed the occupants of the house, and soon, a middle-aged couple opened the door.

"This is my dad." Turio Gallo pointed to the man and introduced him to Zhang Shu.

"Hello Mr. Gallo." Zhang Shu hurriedly greeted the other party in Italian. As a Chinese teenager, I always feel a little reserved when I meet my friends' parents. Turio's father looked to be only in his 40s, muscular and tall, and it seems that both Turio and Augusto had inherited their father's excellent genes. He walked up to Zhang Shu and gave him a warm hug.

Zhang Shu felt that his bones were rattling.

"This is my mother." Turio continued.

Turio's mother had a round face and a chubby build, and looked a little older than her husband. "Welcome, Zhang." She wiped her hand on her apron and hugged Zhang Shu as well. "Come on in, I'm so glad you're here." While saying this, he pulled Zhang Shu into the room.

It is a small three-storey building with a kitchen on the first floor, bedrooms and storage rooms on the second and third floors, and a basement with a garage attached. Zhang Shu wanted to go to the living room according to the Chinese habit, but found that there seemed to be no living room in the house.

For Italians, the kitchen restaurant is the real reception area, and everyone chats while eating and drinking while watching TV. The kitchen of Tulio's house occupies almost the entire first floor. A large dining table divides the entire first floor into two areas, with a busy battlefield for the Gaylos on one side and a small bar on the other, flanked by a wine cabinet and a glass case full of wine glasses and dishes. Directly on the wall of the dining table, a TV was showing a replay of the Brescia first team's match.

Mrs. Gallo pressed Zhang Shu to the table and brought a few small plates with snacks such as potato chips, peanuts, and olives. "Let's talk first." With that, Mrs. Gallo turned and went back to the kitchen. The Turio brothers and Mr. Gallo sat down and began to talk as they ate their snacks.

"Zhang, would you like an aperitif?" Mr. Gallo asked, holding up his glass.

"No, thank you. I don't drink. Zhang Shu hurriedly refused. Zhang Ke is not yet an adult. Augusto handed his glass to his father and said with a smile. Oh, yes, I forgot that Zhang Ke can't drink. Zhang looked much more mature than Turio. Mr. Gallo shrugged.

Dinner for Italians usually starts after 8 p.m., and 5 or 6 p.m. is still tea time for Italians. When he first came to Italy, Zhang Shu had a serious discomfort. But over time, he also slowly got used to the slow pace of life in Italy.

Mrs. Gallo served a variety of bread and slices of meat, accompanied by spreads and cheeses, and Zhang Shu, who had eaten nutritious meals at the training base for several months, felt that these simple foods were so delicious. "Eat slowly, there's a lot more." Looking at Zhang Shu, who was gobbling up, Mrs. Gallo said dotingly.

After eating the bread and meat, the hostess cleaned up the plate and began to serve the pasta. The men continued to chat, digesting the food in their stomachs. The pasta is followed by a new plate, followed by the main course. The main course is followed by dessert, ice cream, fruit and champagne.

Zhang Shu ate too violently, and Mrs. Gallo was so enthusiastic that he almost cried when he found out that there was still a staple after eating the pasta.

"Zhang, thank you." Mr. Gallo raised his glass to Zhang Shu. Zhang Shu hurriedly responded with a drink. 'Turio is very good, and I rely on him to help me open up the back for a lot of my goals.

"No, no, no, we know Turio very well, he's not smart, he's not talented, if it weren't for you, you wouldn't have scored ten goals in a season." Mr. Gallo had obviously drunk a little too much, but fortunately, Turio didn't seem to be struck by his father's words, and still looked happy watching the TV.

"We don't have much hope that Turio will make it to the first team, he's just a little bit better than other kids at this age," Mr Gallo shook his head, "Turio used to be teased a lot at school and we let him play just to make him happy, you helped him score a lot of goals and he was obviously smiling a lot more during this time, so, thank you, Zhang." ”

These words made Zhang Shu lower his eyes, if his parents were still there... They must love themselves so ...

"Mr. Gallo," he slowly looked up and smiled, "Turio is not the only one happy to score, I'm happy too." “

"Because, we're friends."