Chapter 18: Shock
Yin Sen looked at Nie Qing, and Nie Qing touched his nose embarrassedly, he didn't expect that a simple word would make everyone look at Yin Sen like an alien. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Cui Lin looked at Yin Sen's eyes and asked, "Are you really so powerful?" ā
Yin Sen was stunned for a moment, but still replied, "It should be okay. . . ā
Nie Qing asked Cui Lin at this time: "Xiao Lin, I see that you are interested in football, you should have visited the honor room of our University of Milan, right?" ā
Cui Lin was puzzled: "I've seen it, what's wrong?" ā
Nie Qingdao: "Have you seen the trophies and medals that we have won several IUL championships?" ā
Cui Lin said: "Of course I saw it, from the second to the fourth three consecutive championships, in such a conspicuous position, how can I not see it, what's wrong?" ā
Nie Qing smiled and said, "Then do you know who the champion of the first session is?" ā
Cui Lin became a little interested and asked, "Who is it?" ā
Nie Qingdao: "The first IUL champion was the University of Brescia. ā
Cui Lin said unexpectedly: "University of Brescia, I don't seem to have heard of it." ā
Nie Qing looked at Yin Sen and said: "At that time, Brescia won the championship, and later many players were directly selected to play in Serie A by the first-division team." ā
Cui Lin: "Oh, but why are you telling me this? ā
Nie Qing looked at Yin Sen again and said with a smile: "Don't you know that our star is the University of Brescia." ā
Cui Lin only then remembered that it seemed that Yin Sen had mentioned to him the university he had attended, and suddenly realized that he asked Yin Sen: "Oh, it's hard to understand that you are from the Brescia team that year?" ā
Yin Sen nodded.
Nie Qing continued to add: "Not only that, but in that game, the tactics of the Brescia team were arranged around Yin Sen, and when the final was with our University of Milan, many top stars of Serie A came to watch, that scene..."
Nie Qing's words once again filled Feng Jian and Cui Lin's eyes with brilliance.
Nie Qing: "What's the matter, you guys are scared, don't talk about you, I was even more scared than you when I first met Yin Sen, do you know who he was with when I first met the star?"
Feng Jian: "Who is it, isn't it Kaka?" ā
Nie Qing: "Kaka? No, Kaka was so popular in Italy in those years, and I had close contact with it a few times, which is not too rare, you must not guess. ā
Cui Lin pouted and said, "Say it quickly, don't lose our appetite." ā
Nie Qing chuckled and said, "Let me tell you, it's the world-famous sect leader-Jose. Coach Coleman! ā
"What!"
"What!"
Feng Jian and Cui Lin shouted at the same time, and then they all looked at Yin Sen, as if they wanted to find something from Yin Sen.
After staying for a long time, Feng Jian finally hated him and said to Yin Sen: "Pig head, why are you so powerful and come back, isn't it good to stay there." ā
Yin Sen smiled, but didn't explain much, this matter is quite complicated, and Yin Sen doesn't want to say anything more, after all, those have long passed.
Nie Qing saw that everyone was almost reminiscing, so he asked Yin Sen again: "How is it, star, accept my invitation?" ā
Yin Sen was a little tempted when he saw Nie Qing's invitation again, but after all, he hadn't done the commentary himself, so he was still a little worried: "I haven't done a commentary, don't mess up your show at that time, aren't you afraid?" ā
Feng Jian: "Pig head, I support you, hurry up and promise Xiao Nie, I came to you from S, right, Xiao Lin?" ā
Cui Lin didn't take Feng Jian's words, and seemed to be still immersed in his own thoughts.
Nie Qingdao: "No, I believe you, if you are really afraid that you will not do well, you pick a few scenes that you are familiar with, and do a little homework yourself before the commentary, it must be no problem, when the live broadcast, our director will also make adjustments according to the actual situation, really not, you should make up the number of people, just talk less, how about it, I said so and you still don't agree, it's too boring, right?" ā
Yin Sen listened to what Nie Qing said, and he really couldn't say anything more about refusing, so he responded, and at the same time emphasized: "Do you really have money to take?" ā
Cui Lin gave a wide roll of his eyes, and Nie Qing was also a little confused by this sudden change, and said stupidly: "Yes, yes." ā
Yin Sen: "That's good, I agreed, you know I'm a jobless vagrant now, and I'm still willing to do anything that can make some money." ā
Feng Jian saw it in his eyes and said a fair word: "Pig head, you are really a pig. ā
The matter was solved, Nie Qing was quite happy, so under the performance of Nie Qing and Feng Jian in turn, the four people who ate this meal were quite progressive, which made Cui Lin, a little beauty, laugh again and again.
Yin Sen saw that Nie Qing had a lot of good feelings for Cui Lin, and felt that the two were also quite compatible, and they were still alumni, so he said to Cui Lin: "I didn't lie to you, he is much more handsome than me, you alumni will be closer in the future!." After speaking, he gave Nie Qing a look that you understand.
Nie Qingna didn't understand what Yin Sen meant, so she hurriedly asked Cui Lin for a phone number, and even asked for the number she used in Italy. Cui Lin didn't mean to refuse, but just looked at Yin Sen hatefully, as if he blamed Yin Sen for selling himself, and Yin Sen could only act as if he didn't see it.
When everyone was almost eating, Yin Sen asked Nie Qingdao, "Then when will I go to work, and what preparations should I make?" ā
Nie Qing thought for a moment and replied: "I'll go back today, and let the following people send you the list of games next Monday, you can choose the number of games you like to commentate on, and then you also need to do some homework during this time, some of the minimum things you must know, rest assured that I will also let people send you the relevant content, I can't help you with the techniques and tactics, you should know better than me, and the main thing is that the director will say, you just need to cooperate." ā
Yin Sen responded.
Nie Qing continued: "The specific live broadcast time depends on the game you choose, you just come over a few days in advance to familiarize yourself with the live broadcast scene, we will contact this again, don't be nervous, it's very simple." ā
Yin Sen smiled: "That's okay, I'll have to take care of you, the editor-in-chief, when the time comes." ā
Nie Qing: "Okay, don't give me this set, it's really a pig." ā
Feng Jian saw that everyone had eaten almost, so he said, "I've eaten almost, why don't I invite you to visit my collection?" ā
Nie Qing asked, "Xiao Feng, what do you have collected?" Antiques? ā
Yin Sen smiled, it turned out that Nie Qing had the same reaction as he first heard.
Feng Jian: "No, I collect some football peripherals, I am the number one fan of our Yongcheng, if our brother plays football again in the future, I will be our brother's number one fan!" ā
Nie Qing laughed and said, "Okay, then let's go and see your baby." ā
With that, everyone stood up, and Feng Jian took the lead in leading the way and went straight to his showroom.
Everyone visited Feng Jian's showroom, and Nie Qing and Cui Lin were quite surprised that Feng Jian could collect so many things, and Nie Qing even used "professional." This word, which made Feng Jian feel very happy, and what made Yin Sen feel particularly relieved was that the Milan training ball that Kaka gave him was finally put in a place worthy of it, this ball represents an era, and this ball also represents friendship.
After visiting Feng Jian's showroom, Feng Jian suggested that everyone go to drink tea and chat, and several people were also interested, so they followed Feng Jian to a very elegant box and brewed kung fu tea. Under the repeated questioning of everyone, especially Feng Jian and Cui Lin, Yin Sen finally talked about his ordinary and extraordinary experience again after many years, and of course some experiences involving his private affairs were skipped.