Zeng Yi knew that Sophie was the girlfriend of Zhang Jun, the famous star. This was what Li Yan told him.

He had known that Zhang Jun’s girlfriend was named Sophie, but he didn’t expect that she would look like this. When Li Yan showed him Sophie’s photo, Sophie in the photo was dressed in ordinary clothes that could not be worn more ordinary: light-colored jeans, a blue plaid shirt, a ponytail, a light smile, and a very energetic girl. When Li Yan told him that this was Zhang Jun’s girlfriend, he was shocked. He thought that the girlfriend of a big star would be a fashionable beauty, but he didn’t expect that the beauty was a beautiful woman, but he was not fashionable. Any student sister dressed the same clothes.

Later, Sophie came to Chengdu to find herself and found that the girl was very polite, treated people politely, and had a good tutor. She didn't look close to her boyfriend because she was a powerful star.

He is indeed talented in photography and is not a novice.

Zeng Yi knew that with Zhang Jun's wealth, there was absolutely no problem in raising Sophie. He thought that Sophie was going to find a job, and he thought that it was the idea of ​​girls in the new era's independence. However, why she chose a photographer who was tired and hard, and who might be threatened by personal threats made Zeng Yi unable to understand. He thought that a white and tender girl chose to be a white-collar worker more in line with her image, rather than running outside every day, going in the wind and rain, and being shined by the sun as a "native African" photographer.

"There is a problem." On the bus at the return club, Zeng Yi threw out this problem that he had sometimes held back. "Why do you want to be a photojournalist?"

Sophie was carefully wiping the camera. When she heard Zeng Yi, who rarely spoke actively, asked her, she was a little surprised and didn't react for a while.

Zeng Yi frowned. Sophie immediately realized that he was wrong and quickly replied: "Uh, um...why? At first I liked painting and learning design. Later, I suddenly felt that looking at the familiar world through the camera lens would make me find something different, so I picked up the camera."

"I've seen the landscape photos you took, some of them are pretty good. Why choose to be a reporter instead of a photographer?"

"Because I want to photograph people, I want to photograph all kinds of different people."

"Want to photograph people? As long as you give money, there will be models everywhere."

"No, no, it's not that!" Sophie waved her hand, "I want to photograph real people, not models who just pose as I ask. I want to capture some moments."

"That's right." Zeng Yi looked at Sophie thoughtfully. "Do you have no ideals?"

"Ideal?" Sophie turned her face to the car window and looked at the building that was constantly retreating. "Well, there is..." She thought of Zhang Jun who was far away in Milan.

When Zeng Yi saw Sophie blushing, he guessed that this ideal was probably related to Zhang Jun. "Then work hard!" After saying that, he stopped saying a word.

Sophie smiled at Zeng Yi's back.

It has been almost two months since I came to this strange city. When she first came, she couldn't understand the dialect here at all. She took the business card Li Yan gave her and looked it out alone. After seeing Teacher Zeng and explaining his purpose, he did not ask her to rest like others, but handed her a heavy bag and said, "Follow me."

Then she followed him every day, sometimes taking a car, sometimes walking. Whether it was windy or rainy or scorching sun, she spent almost every day outside. At first, she saw the teacher's appearance, and thought it was a big news, but when she ran to the place panting, she was stunned: What big news is there! It was just a cat climbing onto a big tree, and the hostess was so anxious that she shouted and jumped downwards, while the male hostess beat him one by one, looking for someone to save him.

Sophie was very discouraged because many times he rushed over, which were basically just a little bit of sesame. This was far from the "news time" she had longed for. However, Zeng Yi was filming very hard, and he was very dedicated regardless of the size of the incident.

"It's very discouraged, right?" Sophie still remembers what Teacher Zeng, who had finished his work at the time, said to her. "It's different from what you imagined, right? I think these things are trivial and not worth mentioning, right? But you have to understand that this is in China, in Chengdu, Sichuan, not in Iraq and Israel, nor in war correspondents. News is a small matter around us, it depends on whether you have noticed their eyes."

This was the first lesson Zeng Yi taught her. Zeng Yi was very strict with her and sometimes even scolded her, but she knew that it was just to help her improve her level faster so that she could realize her dream of becoming a sports photographer in Europe as soon as possible.

She wants to use her camera to capture a real Zhang Jun.

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Zhang Jun was sitting on the ground and chatting with Kaka beside him. Yang Pan casually said, when he suddenly heard someone calling him his name: "Zhang, someone interviews you!" The man blinked at him.

"Oh." These days, as the first Chinese to start in AC Milan, he has accepted many interviews and is used to it. While agreeing, he got up, patted the grass clippings on his body, and asked Yang Pan to be his translator.

He has never invited a translator and has been working hard to learn Italian. Now he can only let Yang Pan translate for him first.

When he saw someone, Zhang Jun felt his eyes lit up: Beautiful anchor!

The other party looked at the two players and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am Ilaria D’Amico, the anchor of Italian TV One's 'Champions and Dreams'. We made an appointment, Mr. Zhang Jun."

When Zhang Jun touched Elaria's soft little hand, he remembered that the day before yesterday, Sister Hua told him that there was a champion host who wanted to interview him. But he didn't expect that it was such a beautiful woman.

There were also many beautiful women Zhang Jun, and there were three around him. Sophie was pure beauty, while Sister Hua was mature beauty, and Yilan was lively and cute beauty. Unlike the above three people, Miss Ilaria Damiko in front of him was a kind of beauty that was fascinating and charming.

"Hi! Eralia!" Inzaji suddenly ran out of the gym.

"Hi, Pipo!" Damiko smiled, very brilliant.

"Is there a job?" Yingzaji looked at Zhang and Yang opposite her. They smiled at him, and Yingzaji also gave a gift with a smile.

"Well, interview your teammate, Zhang Jun." Damiko read Zhang Jun's name very slowly, as if she was afraid of pronunciating it wrong. But to outsiders, her pouting lips seemed to be tempting to commit a crime.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Yingzaji shrugged, and then he lowered his head and whispered in her ear as he passed by Damiko. Damiko's pretty face turned slightly red, and soon returned to normal. Yingzaji finished speaking and left, leaving the three of them there.

"Let's start?" Damiko tweaked her hair and pinned a strand of black hair that was blocking her eyes behind her ears.

Zhang Jun nodded.

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The morning sun shines on the Milanello base, and the turf emits a fragrant aroma of grass under the sun baking, which smells refreshing.

Damiko held the microphone in his forehand and listened to Zhang Jun's story about his years in the Netherlands and how he thought of the "Scorpio" action.

"Many people are surprised that you chose Milan again because after that unpleasant thing, people thought you would not come to San Siro again."

"Well, I really decided to make people unable to understand, but when they fall, they get up from where they fall. I don't want more people to think I'm a coward, so I came. In addition, AC Milan is a great team. Being able to play for Milan in San Siro is the dream of many players, and I am no exception."

"But I heard that the team you like is Real Madrid..." Damiko felt that this tone made her ears feel callused, so she asked in a different way.

"Yes, that's right. But that's what it means to be a fan. As a player, Milan fascinates me even more. Moreover, there are Kaka and Yang Pan here, which makes me feel a sense of intimacy. In addition, I think Mr. Basten has also had an impact on my choice." Zhang Jun replied honestly.

Zhang Jun's answer was somewhat unexpected to Damiko. She thought that Zhang Jun would praise Real Madrid first, and then change the subject and show her loyalty to Milan. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun did not consider the best team of the century, Real Madrid. The "fans' saying" and "players' saying" also have some meaning. Damiko had to re-evaluate Zhang Jun in his heart.

"Well, then you said you wanted to win the trophy for Milan before the season, but now two rounds of the league have passed. As the starting striker, you haven't scored a goal."

Zhang Jun gradually felt the power of this beautiful anchor, and his questions began to be stubborn, and he didn't give him any face. Not scoring two rounds did make him a little distressed. After all, with so many media staring at him, a little success would be infinitely exaggerated. Similarly, a little twists and turns would be exaggerated as the end of the world. But now Zhang Jun is no longer the Zhang Jun who gave up on himself without scoring goals in four rounds. He smiled at Damiko and said, "When I was still at Warren Dam, I just returned from injury and made four consecutive days.

I couldn't score the ball in the round. At that time, almost everyone thought I was finished, and even I thought so. But my girlfriend told me that I couldn't expect to score goals in every game. Goals were not the whole of football. She asked me to calm my mind, and then after one round, I played a hat trick. Now I just didn't score goals in two games, but I was very satisfied with my performance. If I had to use goals to prove myself, I think I would also come up with a proof."

Damiko smiled. She asked only a few questions, but the other party actually told her a "small story". She was such an interesting boy.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your proof. Thank you for accepting my interview. Thank you for Yang Pan's translation. Your Italian is so good." She shook hands with the two of them and expressed their gratitude.

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"Is it a beauty?" Yang Pan sighed as he looked at Damiko's graceful back.

"Yes." Zhang Jun nodded.

"Guess how old she is?"

"Why should I guess this?" Zhang Jun was puzzled.

"You guess, you guess."

"Well, about..." Zhang Jun thought for a while, "...About twenty-five years old."

"Tsk tsk." Yang Pan shook his head, "Another poor man who is confused by her appearance. Let me tell you, I am thirty-two years old this year."

Zhang Jun was stunned.

"Don't be stupid. Sister Hua's appearance is seriously inconsistent with her actual age."

“Orients are different from Westerners…”

"Damn it! Stubborn!"

"...But, I really can't see it." Zhang Jun shook his head and murmured.

"Damico is a popular Italian anchor, but he is a pair of Pipo in our team!"

"You mean...Philip Inzaghi?"

"Yes, it's been more than a year since the two of them established a relationship, and it's also a good story!" Yang Pan was in Italy for two years, and these news that had been hyped by the media are naturally still fresh in memory. When Sky TV's gold medal beauty host Eraria Damiko chased Inzagi, both of them tried to keep a low profile, and the Italian media still asked them to know about it. The media's reports had to let them announce their relationship in advance.

"There are newcomers everywhere in the football world!" Zhang Jun sighed. His relationship with Sophie had been exposed long ago. Now that the two are separated, they are not afraid of reporters disturbing each other.

"Stop sighing, go back to training."

"Hey, Yang Pan, between you and Yilan..."

"No one knows, only Li Yan knows. Now we are not in the same city, we only rely on mobile phones to contact each other, so the reporters can't catch any handle."

"No, I mean, instead of hiding it like this, it's better to make it public as soon as possible. You can be together openly then!"

"No talk. When I decided to expose Yilan, it was when she and I decided to marry."

Zhang Jun rolled his eyes from behind and followed Yang Pan to the training ground.

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"This afternoon, the live broadcast of AC Milan's home game against Parma for all the audience. We interviewed Milan's Zhang Jun two days ago. He told us that goals were not the whole of football, and it was normal to not score in two rounds. But if we insist on thinking that goals are the proverbs of his strength, he will use goals as evidence." Eraria Damiko stood in front of the camera and hosted the four-hour league live broadcast program of Sky TV on Sunday afternoon for the audience.

The picture cut to the two commentators responsible for the on-site commentary. "Then let's open our eyes and carefully observe how Zhang Jun came up with the proof in this game." One of them smiled.

"Well, the down-and-out Parma might be a good opponent." Another laughed.

So, many Milan fans in front of the TV also laughed.

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"What we are broadcasting for you today is still AC Milan's game, and they are playing Parma at home." Wang Jianxiang sat in the studio and said to the camera, "This is the second time we have broadcast AC Milan game in three rounds, right?" He turned his head and asked the commentator Zhang Xiaolu next to him.

Zhang Xiaolu nodded: "That's right."

"Recently, Italian media reported that Zhang Jun said he wanted to score a goal in this game to hit back the claim that he was a parallel product. What do you think, Coach Zhang?"

"We don't know if Zhang Jun really said this. But judging from the current situation of Parma, AC Milan has a great hope of getting three-pointers at home. Zhang Jun is also likely to score goals as a starting striker. Judging from these two rounds of games, he is gradually integrating into AC Milan's tactical style, one game better than the other. After leaving several main players such as Gilardino, Parma is no longer as strong as before, and has lost both games so far, and his morale is very low. Zhang Jun wants to score, and this game is indeed a good opportunity."

"Hey, Zhang Jun. Now everyone is talking about your goals." Kaka chatted with Zhang Jun in the car in San Siro. "Damiko has spread your words."

"But I didn't say that you must score a goal in this game." Zhang Jun didn't care.

"Idiot, what does the media do? It's just misinterpreting your words." Kaka cursed, "Look, she said that two days ago, and she has been talking until now. Have you never read TV and newspapers?"

"I don't read it. And even if I read it, I can't understand it." Zhang Jun smiled bitterly.

"Your Italian language skills are really getting better," Kaka said with his head tilted down on the back of the chair.
To be continued...