Zhang Shu was full of curiosity about the newspaper with the longest history in Europe, and he kept looking around from the moment he entered the newspaper building. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After entering the reception room, he didn't mean to stop for a moment, and as soon as the secretary went out, he immediately ran to the window, and opened a thin slit in the blinds with his hand to look out.

"Zhang, what are you looking at?" Tingdi was a little strange, wasn't it just the newspaper office, the employees who went back and forth and the workshop divided into cubicles, what was worth seeing.

"This is "Milan Sports Newspaper~!" Zhang Shu said to Tindy without looking back, "The oldest newspaper in Europe! ”

"Yes, that's right." Tindy nodded blankly. "But is there anything worth seeing?"

"Before I came to Italy, the cram school teacher told me that many Italian children start their literacy with their father's newspaper Sport Milano." Zhang Shu repeated what the teacher said at that time, "In the morning, in the Italian café, everyone of all ages, young and old, did the same thing: order a cup of coffee, open the "Milan Sports Newspaper", and read it word for word. A copy of the Milan Sport Newspaper, covered with folds and creases, embellished with coffee stains and burnt blackened cigarettes, was thrown on the table after a long day of circulation—nothing could be more 'Italian'. ”

"Milan Sport is a one-time Bible that Italians use every day." He uses this phrase as a lyrical summary.

There was a round of applause from the door, and Ricardo clapped as he walked into the reception room.

"Zhang, your teacher really understands Italians!" He said proudly. In Italy, Sport Milan has such an impact that it has twice as many circulation as its other two rivals, Sport Roma and Sport Torino combined. Even in Europe it is the sports newspaper with the largest circulation, not one of them.

Seeing someone coming in, Zhang Shu hurriedly returned to the sofa and sat down.

Ricardo nodded to his old acquaintance, Tindy, and sat down across from them. This was the first time he had close contact with Zhang Shu, and when this young man sat there quietly, he looked like a quiet and peaceful big boy. Just looking at his appearance, Ricardo would never have believed that he would give the fans a middle finger.

"Hello Zhang, I'm Ricardo Platsi, a reporter for Milan Sport, you can call me Ricardo." He reached out and shook Zhang Shu. "I can't imagine that there are fans of our newspaper in China, please help me convey our respect to your teacher!"

Zhang Shu smiled and stretched out his hand, but his smile looked a little embarrassed.

Because his teacher has the second half of his comment on the newspaper "Milan Sport". "In addition to the large circulation, the authenticity of the message is similar to that of the Bible."

But Zhang Shu will not say this second half of the sentence again, even if Ricardo does not mind Zhang Shu taking the truth of the newspaper news, but the biblical joke can be made among atheist Chinese, which is not suitable in a place like Europe, where most people are religious.

He's just naïve, but not stupid.

After exchanging pleasantries, Ricardo quickly got to work, and they began to talk when Zhang Shu came to Italy.

Zhang's story has been turned upside down by the Chinese media, but unbeknownst to most Italians, Ricardo has already learned about Zhang's journey to Italy in a Chinese newspaper translated for him by a friend, and he is intrigued by this magical journey.

"You came to Milan for a tryout, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Mind going into details?"

So Zhang Shu retold his experience again. In fact, he was a little tired of talking about that experience, and when he first became famous, the Chinese media came to him and asked him to say this paragraph again and again, and now it is the turn of changing to Italian again.

In the matter of Niu X, if you blow too much, you will get tired.

But Ricardo sat on the couch opposite and listened with relish. Although he had already learned about the general situation through the Chinese media, when the matter came out of the mouths of the people involved, the details that had not been reported made him feel very rewarding.

It's a legendary story, and he particularly likes the part where Zhang Shu was in the Milan Academy. As a journalist, he can fully feel the drama contained in this story, with lows, highs, and an unexpected ending, but at the end with a little hope. He believes that through his brilliant pen, he will definitely make Italian readers look at the newspaper and praise it.

Now that the story is there, he needs more to flesh out his feature page.

"So, if you look back at it now, do you feel like you did something wrong?" Ricardo asked. He believes that through Zhang Shu's regret, readers can have a deeper understanding of Zhang Shu. Nothing is more touching than the repentance of an ignorant teenager after his impulse.

"Yes, I've always thought I was doing something wrong." Zhang Shu replied.

"So do you want to say sorry to the two Milan youth players who were physically injured by you at the time?" Ricardo induces Zhang Shu.

But Zhang Shu rejected him without hesitation. "Don't."

Tingdi coughed twice, but Zhang Shu pretended not to hear.

Ricardo glanced at Tinti, this is different from the image he said he wanted to create. "Zhang, don't you know what you're doing wrong? If you make a mistake, you should apologize. He looked at Tinti's forehead and continued to persuade him.

But Zhang Shu replied confidently: "That's right, I know it's wrong, but I don't plan to change it." Mistakes should be punished, not apologized. I was supposed to have a tryout and then I was kicked out of the Milan Academy, which is the punishment for doing something wrong. He spread his hands. It's useless to apologize. ”

"If you were the one I hit me, would you forgive me for an apology?" Looking at Ricardo and Tindy's strange expressions, he continued. "So the role of an apology is not for the other party to see, but for the public to see. And I'm not going to do useless things. ”

Ricardo shook his head and decided to skip this paragraph.

The focus of the interview inevitably shifted to the clash with extreme Lazio fans.

"Zhang, how did you come up with that idea?" Ricardo re-energized himself and his interviewee, reconnecting the atmosphere from the stalemate he had just had just hauled to a harmonious one.

"Ha, I've been thinking about it for a long time." When it came to his proud work, Zhang Shu was also excited. "I have to fight back against those extreme fans, and I can't be too naked to be caught by the referee. I was thinking about what to do before the game started. ”

"So you think they're racially discriminating against you, and you're honoring them?"

"yes." Zhang Shu looked very happy. Let Ricardo wonder if this kid is a bit brainless.

When normal players encounter these problems, they either express remorse or avoid the important and trivial, but Zhang Shu admitted it so bluntly and generously. Isn't he afraid of having an impact on his image?

But Zhang Shu didn't care about his image at all, or rather, he seemed to feel that he didn't plan to create a positive image for himself at all.

He talked with great interest about how he had come up with such a complex plan without telling his teammates, and it was a miracle that this plan could be completed, it was difficult to score three goals in one game, and the effect of ridicule had to be pinned on the understanding of the fans in the stadium.

If the Lazio fans had been a little more sluggish, Zhang Shu's actions would have been in vain.

However, being able to complete such a complex plan made Zhang Shu extremely proud.

"Zhang, you are really... Ricardo didn't even know what words to use to describe Zhang Shu.

Zhang Shu is perhaps the most complex personality of all his interviewees.

However, maybe this is the most real person.

The question has been almost asked, and Ricardo knows Zhang Shu well enough that he is ready to end this interview.

But before he finished, he felt that the interview had something more thought-provoking. Or rather, add something "politically correct".

"So, you didn't have any professional training before you came to Italy?" He asked.

Zhang Shu nodded.

"Isn't there a scout or football school in China that has discovered your talent?" Ricardo asked.

In his opinion, this is not a common sense thing, with Zhang Shu's skills and ball quotient, even in Italy, it can be regarded as an excellent talent, let alone in China.

"No, I was just a member of the varsity team." Zhang Shu replied honestly.

"I remember that in China, athletes were selected from a young age and taken away from their parents to train them alone? Didn't you get chosen? Ricardo asked, unrelenting.

"No, I didn't participate in the selection and I wasn't tested by the professional team." Zhang Shu was a little impatient, he couldn't tell the other party that he suddenly had a system.

"The Chinese newspapers say that you need to bribe the coach to play, right? Also, I remember that the selection of the Chinese sports team depends on the political outlook of the parents, right? It is said that you have to take some 'auxiliary medicine' after joining the physical work team, could it be that your parents are unwilling to let you go? Ricardo thought of China's poisonous vegetable government, and felt that Zhang must have been missed by the coaches who wanted to take cards because of something, or simply because his parents actually disagreed with the government, which caused Zhang Shu to be abandoned at the time of selection because of his poor family background.

Zhang seems to have said that his parents died in an accident? This had to give Ricardo a conspiracy theory association.

Due to the demonization and propaganda of China by Western public opinion, most foreigners were full of misunderstanding of China at the beginning of the century. The Milan newspaper Sport has reported on fake news about China more than once. In their eyes, China is still in the W*G era. Although Ricardo is a fairly well-informed journalist, he cannot escape this kind of thinking full of white superiority.

Zhang Shu's face finally lost a faint smile.

"Alas... After being silent for a while, Zhang Shu sighed deeply, "That's right, I have always had a secret. ”

Ricardo instantly came to his senses.

"That happened in 1999." Zhang Shu's eyes became melancholy. "In order to fight against the aliens invading from the Centaur A system and stop the apocalyptic prophecy of Nostradamus, my comrades and I launched a surprise attack on the aliens from the base on the back of the moon."

"What?" Ricardo's brain was down at the moment.

But Zhang Shu said it to himself. "I still remember those comrades-in-arms of the International Special Service Youth Corps, who couldn't help but burst into tears every time they woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Tindy was also at a loss on the side.

Zhang Shu raised a hand and waved, stopping Tingdi from interrupting him. "Tskrovsky, who was only a year older than me at the time, was usually quiet like a girl, and always had a faint smile on her freckled face. When he piloted the plane, he was as wild as the Cossack cavalry of his ancestors. ”

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He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that didn't exist from the corners of his eyes, revealing a wry smile.

"And Hayato, who was always fighting with me, was hit by a black hole bullet as we were rushing towards the reactor together, and the tidal force caused by the miniature black hole churned his internal organs to pieces."

"'A real man will not fall to the ground and twist and struggle to die.'" Hayato took off his ancestral katana and taitobu and sat down on his knees. He said to me, 'Come on, Zhang, didn't you want to kill me a long time ago?' Be my misnefactor. He handed me the katana and stabbed himself in the abdomen. ”

Zhang Shu's grief is beyond words.

"I remember blasting all the alien power reactors, and it was just me and Viviano from Italy. Faced with the last single escape pod, Viviano suddenly began to laugh maniacally. '~~ I TMD know that Lady Luck has always only liked your super handsome little white face! When he finished scolding, he kicked me into the rescue pod, and turned around and rushed towards the vast expanse of alien pursuers. ”

"In the end, I was the only one who returned to Earth and started a new life. In order to forget about them, I became a player. It's just that whenever I see that handsome face in the mirror, I can't help but think of those lost comrades. Zhang Shu sniffled.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ricardo, I'm a little out of shape."

The entire parlor fell silent.

"Zhang... You... You're kidding, right? It took several seconds for Ricardo to adjust his mood from this tragic story, and he asked Zhang Shu hesitantly.

Zhang Shu's expression changed suddenly, and he laughed happily.

"Of course I'm joking, hahahahahaha."

Ricardo didn't think it was funny at all. Tindy exchanged glances with him in great embarrassment.

Zhang Shu was rolling around on the sofa with his stomach in his arms, and finally, he finally stopped.

"Mr. Ricardo, I think the story I just told is more true than your speculations." He looked Ricardo in the eye and said seriously.