Yang Pan is always the last player to leave the training ground every day. After the training, he will practice alone for half an hour, mainly practicing his free kick and crosses from high-speed dribbling. No one asked him, he was completely self-conscious.

Yang Pan is very clear about himself now. The head coach is willing to use the only non-EU player quota to introduce him, a novice who has played for a season, must have a fancy to him. Therefore, he will never arrange for himself to sit on the bench for a season this season. Of course, if his strength does not meet the requirements, being abandoned is the only way. Therefore, he has to work so hard and work so hard to make himself adapt to the team and Serie A as soon as possible.

Although he finally stayed in Serie A, and Zhang Jun returned to the Netherlands in dismay, in comparison, does staying really mean embarking on the road to success? In Italy, the pressure you face is definitely several times that of the Netherlands, and the difficulties are also several times. With the start of Serie A, more and more Chinese journalists are coming to Dall'Ara. Although Zhang Jun scored consecutive goals in the Netherlands recently, he has received more attention than him.

Everyone will ask, can Yang Pan play in the first round of Serie A? Can Yang Pan take the main position? When will Yang Pan get his first assist? When will his first goal be produced? Can Yang Pan get his first success in Italy?

Because of the Chinese Serie A complex, he has greater expectations, right?

But on the other hand, Yang Pan also knew very well that compared to Zhang Jun, he was not a genius. That guy was the perfect genius! He invented Longteng, and only looked at it a few times and saw it for 90 degrees, and used it continuously with Longteng... He just worked a little harder than others, and was always with Zhang Jun, so he had the current success. Another thing is that the biggest difference between himself and Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun can play in the professional league with a happy playing football mentality and win the silver boots award. But he doesn't

Likewise, he had a clear goal from the beginning, to win the championship. When he was in junior high school, he had to win the national championship in junior high school, but he got it. When he was in high school, he had to win the national championship in high school, but he got it. When he was in college, he still had to win the national championship, but he got what he wanted. In professional competitions, he had a bigger goal - to win the World Cup! It was these goals that made him go all the way, from a city in western Henan to the Netherlands, and from the Netherlands to Italy. One day, he would go to the podium of the World Cup!

It is precisely because of these goals and knowing their abilities that Yang Pan works so hard. No one can rely on someone in Italy, and the only thing he can trust is his legs. Isn’t the realization of those goals also achieved by these legs?

The most realistic goal at present is to play in the team as soon as possible, but the most urgent goal is to find a delicious and affordable restaurant to feed your stomach.

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As we all know, Yang Pan can’t cook, so Zhang Jun was worried about his life alone in Bologna. When he first arrived in Bologna, he lived in a hotel, and the hotel provided three meals every day. Later, when he moved into an apartment provided by the club, he started looking for hotels all over the city. Perhaps he had been with Zhang Jun, the chef, and he was also tactful. He couldn’t get used to many restaurants in Bologna, and he was still at the point of finding restaurants with a map. Any place with a forked on that map indicates that he had eaten and had a bad taste. Now there are fewer and fewer restaurants without a forked on it.

Today, this restaurant is a Chinese restaurant located at the entrance of Metro Station 1. The name is very strange, called "Chinachina Restaurant". How should I translate it? Because of this name, Yang Pan decided to take the subway for a 15-minute meal - he does not have a driver's license test and does not have a car - he has no hope for the taste of the food, but the name attracted him.

Many years later, Yang Pan should be glad that he made his decision.

A very, very ordinary restaurant, at least it looks like this from the outside. It is much worse than the Mexican restaurants, Japanese cuisine, and Brazilian barbecue nearby, and there is no sign of any "China" or "china" characteristics.

Yang Pan decided to push the door and take a look. Can you turn around and walk away when you come? There are no customers in the store, so it seems that the taste will not be very good. There is a brown-haired waitress behind the bar, lowering her head and busying herself. When she heard the door ringing, she quickly raised her head.

In an instant, Yang Pan thought he had seen Sophie Marceau, a famous French actress who starred in "L’Amour Braque" at the age of 18. He had agile and clear brown eyes, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and smiling red lips. He was stunned at the door.

When the waitress saw that it was a man with dark hair, black eyes and yellow skin, she quickly bowed and shouted: "Koneecheewa!" (Japanese: Hello!)

Yang Pan turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see any Japanese. It was not until he heard the other party shouting again: "Koneecheewa!" He understood and pointed his finger at himself: "Are you talking to me?"

The girl smiled and bowed again: "Koneecheewa!"

"No!" Yang Pan waved his hand in a hurry and said in English, "I'm not Japanese, not Japanese!"

When the woman saw that Yang Pan could speak English, she changed to English and asked, "Then are you Korean, sir?"

Yang Pan rolled his eyes. Could it be that the yellow-skinned and dark-haired person only has short Japanese and small-eyed Koreans in the eyes of foreigners? "I'm not Korean, Miss." He said angrily.

"Not it? Then let me guess... Well, are you a Korean? No? That's a Mongolian? Not? Could it be a Vietnamese?"

Yang Pan slapped on the bar: "What's the name of your restaurant?"

"Oh!" the woman slapped, "You are Chinese, sir."

Yang Pan was amused and crying by the woman and had no appetite to eat. He turned around and wanted to leave. But he was stopped by the other party: "Sir, please stay! Aren't you here to have a meal?"

"I originally wanted to eat it, but now I have no appetite."

"But I was just joking with you just now! Actually, when you are anxious to say that you are not Japanese, I know you are Chinese."

"Miss, some jokes are not something that Chinese people can do." Yang Pan was about to leave again, but was stopped again.

"I'm sorry, sir. I know I'm wrong. So to apologize to you, this meal is free, right?" The girl's voice and expression were very sincere.

Yang Pan looked at the woman: "Free?"

"Free!" the woman nodded affirmatively.

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"Hehe! What do you want sir?" The woman changed into an apron and stood beside Yang Pan's seat with a large tray in her arms. Yang Pan then noticed that the woman was not wearing any work clothes just now.

Yang Pan flipped through the menu written in Chinese, Italian and English, and didn't know what he wanted, so he had to point out casually: "It's it."

"Okay, a portion of Yangzhou fried rice. Please wait, sir."

Very quickly, the steaming fried rice was brought up by the woman. "Yangzhou fried rice, please use it slowly, sir."

Yang Pan scooped a bite with a spoon, put it in his mouth and chewed it. But as soon as he took the first bite, he threw the spoon aside and shouted to the busy woman behind the bar, "Miss, call out your chef!"

The woman ran out: "Is there anything wrong, sir?"

"Call out the chef who fryed this rice!"

"I made this bowl of rice."

"This rice is fried...you made it?" Yang Pan asked in surprise, pointing at the rice on the table, and the woman nodded.

"Okay. It's hot outside, but it's still cold inside, and it's not hot at all... How did you do it?"

"Use micro... microwave oven." The woman replied in a low voice, maybe she was scared by Yang Pan.

"Micro...microwai oven?!" Yang Pan's eyes were almost glaring out, "Use microwave oven to make Yangzhou fried rice? You are very capable, Miss!"

"Chefs, the chefs are not here, and you want to eat again, so I had to put the instant food in the microwave and heat it. But the first time I made it, I didn't expect it to be so bad..." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

You really defeated me, Miss! Yang Pan was a little amused and crying: "You are really good at using speed food to entertain customers, Miss!" He originally felt that nothing was good when he came in today, but it was indeed the ending. He took out the money from his pocket and put it on the table, then got up and said goodbye. This time, he didn't look back and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

But when he let go of the handle and was about to say goodbye to the restaurant completely, something hit him. He noticed that there was a sign hanging on the handle. He touched it like this and turned it over, which read: "The Japanese store is closed today." Yang Pan remembered that when he came in, the handle seemed to have a sign, but it happened to be blown over by a gust of wind. The blank back was just facing him pushing the door...

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"Carlo Nervo, the first round of the league will be in three days. Are you okay?" Tamas Locatelli asked the team's right midfielder Carlo Nervo.

Nelvo gave Locatelli a rolling eye: "Why are everyone asking me this question recently? Do I need to hold a special press conference?"

Locatelli laughed dryly.

"I know what you mean, I want to ask if I can play the main player now, right? You have seen it, Yang works very hard. But for him, the Italian league is not that simple, he still needs time to adapt to it, Italy and the Netherlands are very different. Therefore, I will still be the main player, and Yang still needs to hone on the bench... Well, what are you remembering?"

"What you said," Locatelli wrote quickly on a piece of paper.

"What do you do if you remember me?" Nelvo was a little surprised.

"Give it to the reporter, haha!" Locatelli just finished speaking and avoided Nelvo's thick legs. As Bologna, two main wing forwards, one left and one right, last season, the two had a good relationship. Such jokes were used to in the eyes of teammates, and they would never become news like "two players from the Bo team training fight" in the newspaper.

The two were joking, and a crisp sound attracted everyone's attention. The assistant coach looked at head coach Mazoni innocently, while Mazoni sighed and walked forward. During the free kick practice, Yang Pan volleyed vigorously, the football drew an arc, but it rubbed on the upper left corner of the wooden man wall. The head of the "player" on the far left was cut off by the strongly rotating football!

Yang Pan stood there at a loss, standing with the head coach Mazoni who was walking towards him step by step.

"Removing the mobile wall, Yang doesn't need these things when practicing free kicks." Mazoni shouted to the assistant coach, and then he kicked a football for Yang Pan, "Shot towards the near corner of the goal, keeping the height above the knee and below the head as much as possible."

Yang Pan was startled after listening to the translator's words: "But, coach. There is a wall there!"

Mazoni smiled and said, "I just want you to kick the wall." He saw Yang Pan hesitating, "This is a tactical need. All you have to do is to try to maintain the stability and strength of the ball flying. If you understand, continue practicing!"

Without saying a word, Yang Pan set up a row of football in front of him and started practicing.

Nelvo swallowed: "Does the coach want to commit murder?"

Locatelli, who was on the side, quickly wrote on the paper: "Yeah, Carlo Nelvo, the main player of the Bo team, was timid, and the starting battle with Yang was already the last one..."

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After finishing his extra training, Yang Pan finished bathing in the locker room, and then carried a small bag and looked for restaurants everywhere with a map. Now, he is a rare leisure activity in Bologna, except listening to music, and looking for places to eat. By the way, through this move, he will become familiar with this place where he will not know how long he will stay.

Yang Pan didn't understand why he came to this place again, "Chinachina Restaurant". Before he pushed the door, he confirmed again whether there was a sign "This store closed today" on his hand. No, he pushed the door open and there were many customers, and there were no more empty seats. It seemed that the dishes in this restaurant tasted badly, but they did close yesterday.

As soon as Yang Pan entered, he did not hear the crisp female voice yesterday, nor did he see her. He was a little disappointed. Behind the bar was a tall beard, about fifty years old. "Sir, what do you want?" asked in English very politely.

Yang Pan thought for a while: "A portion of Yangzhou fried rice."

"Okay, a portion of Yangzhou fried rice, please wait, sir." The bearded man replied.

Yang Pan found an empty seat near the bar and sat down, and began to look around at this small restaurant. It was really an ordinary small restaurant. As the place where Chinese food mainly sells, there was not much Chinese atmosphere in the decoration.

Soon, the steaming Yangzhou fried rice was brought up by a bearded man himself. Yang Pan did not move, but looked up and asked in English: "Isn't this heated in a microwave oven, right?"

The bearded man was surprised: "How is that possible, sir? This is made by our Chinese chef himself!"

"Oh." Yang Pan felt relieved. The bearded man was about to leave but was stopped by him. "Sir, I want to ask a question, why is this restaurant called 'Chinachina'? What's the point?"

The bearded man smiled: "Many customers who have come to our store for the first time have asked such questions. Look at this..." He picked up the ceramic ashtray on the table and buckled it over. There was a line of red small words at the bottom: MIDEINCHINA. "Including the plates and spoons you are eating now are all from China. All the ceramic products in our store are produced in China. I specially went to Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, China to buy them."

Yang Pan was surprised. He carefully raised the plate, then tilted his head to look. As expected, you could see a line of words: MIDEINCHINA.

No wonder it is called "Chinachina", it turns out to be "Chinese ceramics"! But... well, this name is worthy of its name. Yang Pan sighed in his heart. Seeing that the bearded man was about to leave again, he stopped him: "Well, sorry, sir..."

"Is there anything else, sir?" The bearded man looked very polite and patient.

"Uh, that's it. I was there yesterday..."

"Dad!" The door was pushed open, and a crisp female voice rang. Yang Pan was stunned. The bearded man quickly turned his eyes to the door. "Why are you free today?" He used French that Yang Pan couldn't understand.

"Anyway, nothing is wrong. Don't dad want his daughter to come to see you often?" The girl also answered in French.

Yang Panxun looked at the voice and it was the girl yesterday. The girl seemed to see him because she was stunned for a moment. "Is it you?" She started calling in English first.

"It's me." Yang Pan didn't know what to say, so he answered honestly.

"You know each other?" The bearded man was shocked.

The girl came up and said, "Huh? It's Yangzhou fried rice again. I didn't use the microwave this time, right?"

"What are you saying! This fried rice was made by your father's Chinese chef himself!" The bearded man was confused.

"Yes, the Chinese chef made it himself." Yang Pan looked at the girl and said.
To be continued...