"Go...Florence?" Zhang Jun was frightened by Baggio's words.

"Yes, I still think so now. Leaving Milan, no matter what the method is, whether it is a loan or a transfer, leaving there and then coming to Florence."

Zhang Jun was stunned. He thought Robbie must have thought he was in a bad mood and came to joke with him. "Ro...Robbie, are you working in the Florence club now?" So he also asked in a joking tone.

"Zhang, do you think I'm joking? When I was in Brescia two years ago, I wasn't joking about that. I seriously considered your characteristics. Fiorentina really needs a striker like you." Baggio said seriously.

"But... Florence is still in Class B..."

"Because of this, it is more suitable for you. You are not willing to live under the public's gaze and pressure all day long. So compared with Class A, Class B has much less attention and pressure. It is easier for you to play in such an environment."

Baggio's words underestimated Zhang Jun's meaning, but Zhang Jun knew that Robbie was for his own good, otherwise he would not have called him specifically. Moreover, Robbie is one of the few people he respects the most, so he would not have any bad thoughts about Robbie.

But... For a person who is used to playing football in Class A, you will not accept it calmly no matter what.

"You have a conflict with Ancelotti, and there is no way to do this. Not everyone can get the appreciation of the head coach of the team. If the coach doesn't like you, then no matter how hard you work and how famous you are, you will not be able to develop in the team. The environment in Milan is now very unfavorable to you. If you have to stay, it will only ruin your end."

Baggio's words touched Zhang Jun's heartstrings. He had just thought about whether staying in Milan would ruin himself. "But... I also know that Milan is not tolerant of me now, but are there other A-level teams available to choose from? And there are foreign clubs..." Zhang Jun did not speak nonsense. During this period, some clubs have indeed contacted him, including Italian domestic A-level teams, Ligue 1 and Bundesliga, several teams in La Liga, and even Eindhoven and Ajax of the Netherlands Super League have asked him for transfer or loan.

"I know this, but I personally think Florence is more suitable for you."

"...Well, Robbie, is there your personal feelings here?" Zhang Jun asked.

Baggio was silent for a while, and then said to Zhang Jun: "Yes, there is. But putting aside personal feelings, there is also the one that suits you the most..."

As a result, Robbie just repeatedly emphasized that it was the most suitable for him, but did not give a strong reason. "I understand, thank you, Robbie. I will seriously consider your suggestions."

"Then, I can only do this first. I will stay in Italy this Christmas, and you can call me anytime."

"Hey, I said Robbie, you must be working for Florence, right? Haha!" Zhang Jun smiled and felt a little better.

Baggio did not affirm, but did not deny it either. He just smiled slightly: "Goodbye, Zhang Jun. I am looking forward to seeing you in Florence."

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"Robi, will he agree with just a few words of yours?" Florence's president Diego de la Valle sat on the sofa and looked at Baggio who had just put down the phone.

"I don't know either." Baggio shrugged slightly, "Maybe he will come, maybe not."

"So you are not sure..."

"I said I would recommend an excellent scorer for Fiorentina. Although I can no longer play for this team, I believe he will become the new idol of the city. Of course, the premise is that he is willing to come. Diego, you can send someone to contact the Milan club now, whether it is a transfer or a loan, in short, you will get Zhang. You and their chairman Galliani are friends, and I think the club should not stop him. The rest depends on Zhang's own choice. Although I am his friend, I have no right to force him to come." Baggio sighed softly.

"I understand, thank you, Robbie."

"Why thank me? I owe Florence too much, and it is worth doing something within my ability. Well, speaking of it... Zhang thought I was working for the Florence club, so should you give me some wages, Diego?" Baggio blinked at Dela Valée sly.

"Well... Speaking of hunting, I also have some experience. Do you want to listen, Robbie?"

"Please don't change the subject, Diego."

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Zhang Jun wrote the names of the team that he is currently interested in him on one note at a time, and then looked at the dozen notes in a daze. Yang Pan followed the team to play away, and Sister Hua handled his lawsuit in China. Now he has no one around him who can negotiate.

Ajax, Eindhoven, Monaco, Marseille, Valencia, Villarrel, Werder Bremen, Leverkusen, Bologna, Brescia, Parma, Florence... What should I do? Looking at these familiar names, Zhang Jun gradually frowned.

Suddenly he swept all the notes to the ground.

What am I doing? Has things reached the point where I have to go? As long as Christmas is over, I can definitely regain my main position after resting. I will score goals and prove my ability to everyone. I will fulfill my promise when I came here - to win the championship for Milan.

What is this now? Escape, run away shamefully! Leave your hands and don’t do it! How can I do this? If I run away, how can I be worthy of my father, Kaka and Yang Pan? In the past month, they have suffered so much for me, how can I leave like this?

Zhang Jun buried his head on the table and clenched his hands tightly into fists. He found so many reasons, but in fact he didn't want to leave his friends. He had only a few friends in Italy. For Zhang Jun, who regards friends as life, what else can he do without his friends?

Zhang Jun ignored his years in the Netherlands. Without Yang Pan by his side, he created great success. Zhang Jun's personality would make him accustomed to underestimating himself and always think that others are better than him. In fact, his own abilities are far beyond his imagination. If he did his best, he would be scared even himself.

But what Robbie said makes sense. Now that I am like this, I can’t get along well with my coach and teammates, why are you talking about re-proving myself? Moreover, my existence seems to have broken the balance within Milan and also implicated Yang Pan and Kaka. They are stuck in the middle, right?

If I stay in Milan willfully, it will only harm Yang Pan and Kaka, and it will only make those who support me and care about me continue to be sad.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun raised his head and looked at the notes he swept the floor.

Perhaps, leaving is an option that is good for both parties.

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Yang Pan sat in the locker room, listening to the head coach's tactical arrangements, but in fact he didn't listen to a word.

"What are you thinking, Yang Pan?" Kaka whispered, "If you don't remember these things well, you won't know what to do when you get on the stage."

"Zhang Jun..."

"Ah? I'm Kaka."

"No, I'm worried about Zhang Jun. Now Ancelotti doesn't bring him in the away game, and he's becoming more and more silent. When I talk to him, I'm afraid that I'll accidentally violate his taboo. I don't know what he is thinking or what he will do." Yang Pan lowered his head and whispered to Kaka.

Kaka also knows Zhang Jun’s current situation, but what can they do? Although he is the representative of the younger generation in the world football world, the best foreign aid and best player in the Italian League in 2003/04, and the new idol of the Brazilian national team. With so many titles, it does not help him provide any help to Zhang Jun.

I believe Yang Pan is also very distressed now.

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"Yang Pan and Kaka have been very upset recently!" Li Yan stood in the stands of the Del Marre Stadium in Lecce, looking around at the already full stadium.

"Are you referring to this game? Lecce is indeed very powerful, but I think Milan should..." Cagliani had not yet understood what Li Yan meant. Lecce has always been known as "Little Pepper". They led by Zeman even held high the banner of offensive football, causing great trouble to any visiting team.

"No, I mean Zhang Jun's problem. As good friends, they will also be affected. Don't look at their normal performance on the court, but in fact they are worried about Zhang Jun." Li Yan remembered that when he first met Yang Pan and Zhang Jun at Warren Dam, the two Chinese teenagers' smiles were as clear as yesterday, but now Yang Pan is much more mature than that time.

Is you the only one who hasn't grown up? Zhang Jun...

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Ajax, Eindhoven, Monaco, Marseille, Valencia, Villarrel, Werder Bremen, Leverkusen, Bologna, Brescia, Parma, Florence...

Zhang Jun once again wrote the team's name on a piece of paper, then sat at the table, staring at the names of these teams in a daze.

If leaving is the best way, where should I choose to go?

Ajax, Eindhoven... Well, I have many old friends in the Netherlands who can often go to Mr. Basten to compete with football skills. However, I have already walked out of the Netherlands. If I go back, and go back in such a shame, I will definitely be ridiculed.

So, no matter how generous the conditions they offer, I will never go back to the Netherlands.

Zhang Jun reached out to cross out the names of Ajax and Eindhoven.

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"The game just started less than five minutes ago, AC Milan, who played away, was beaten by Lecce! The young Bozinov scored a beautiful goal! Lecce led 1:0 at home!"

Bodinov, who was only nineteen years old, ran wildly in the Delmare Stadium with his arms open. This is his eighth league goal of the season and is currently the second in the league scorer list. Before the game, there were rumors that AC Milan had set a target for the Lecce shooter and planned to get him at all costs during the winter break.

"It seems that the rumors are true." Kagliani said to the excited Bulgarian shooter, "Look at how active he is."

"Well... Milan has made up her mind to abandon Zhang Jun." Li Yan pondered.

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Marseille, Monaco...Is it Ligue 1? Zhang Jun crossed it out without thinking.

I don't like Ligue 1.

Werder Bremen and Leverkusen. If you go to the Bundesliga, Anko will definitely be very happy because someone can be his opponent. But... I am not going to satisfy that "masochist". The Bundesliga is not suitable for my football style, and there will be no development there. Zhang Jun also crossed out the Bundesliga team.

Valencia and Villarrel belong to La Liga. La Liga is very suitable for his style of play. Valencia is also a team capable of participating in the Champions League, and Villarrel is a little worse. So should you choose La Liga?

Zhang Jun tapped the pen on the table gently, and now he was unsure of his mind.

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Kaka directly shot a long shot, but unfortunately he was above the crossbar. It was nearly thirty minutes before AC Milan still lags behind Lecce by one away goal.

"Leche played very proactively, and their offensive pushed AC Milan to breathe! Zeman is indeed a madman. He actually ranked three forwards and three midfielders in this game. But so far, his crazy actions have been successful."

Zeman walked around the sidelines, not because he was nervous, but because he was happy and excited, and he was a little proud. As an opponent, Ancelotti sat quietly in the coach's seat, watching the changes in the situation on the court, without saying a word.

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Zhang Jun wrapped his hands around his chest and sat quietly on the chair. He continued to stare at the notes on the table.

Now there are only two leagues left in La Liga and Serie A.

La Liga is more suitable for me. When I go there, I can easily score goals and win if I face ordinary defense. Maybe I can also attract Real Madrid's attention and become a member of the "Galaxy Battleship". Real Madrid is already implementing "rejuvenation", and it is not impossible to think so...

What about Serie A? The defenders have strict defense and rough movements. The overall defense is at its peak here. It is not a piece of soil suitable for the growth of forwards. Many excellent shooters have left here in sorrow due to injuries. In just a few months, Zhang Jun has learned the excellence of the Italian defenders. As a center, he is violated on average as many as six times in every game. After one game, his beautiful jerseys are thrown into disparity.

When he thinks about his first Serie A game, he thinks that Serie A's defense is just like this, and he will blush now.

Basten has been here, but has been injured and retired. Ronaldo has been here, but he has been defended by the opponent's defender for two years and has been unable to play. Henry has been here, but he can't even find the goal against the chain defense.

What about yourself? Do you want to learn from Ronaldo and escape to La Liga to become the king?

Italian defenders are indeed great, but do you have to escape? Why can't you learn from Shepchenko, Vieri, Adriano, and smash the solid defense? Like an iron cavalry, you will step on the chain defense that makes the Italians proud and be a striker who conquers the most difficult league in the world. Like Henry in the Premier League, score more than 30 goals in a season, and then win the league golden boots and declare to the world that he is the world's top forward!

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun couldn't help but feel excited. He had already begun to outline the scene when he captured the Italian national gate Buffon in his mind.

I really want to hear the cheers like tsunamis in the stadium again, the cheers of his own. Zhang Jun leaned his body against the chair, leaned his head back, looked at the ceiling, and pulled a smile out of the corner of his mouth. It was a self-deprecating smile. Now the cheers were given to Yingzaji and Boreno.

Are you willing? Zhang Jun can only watch others' glory, but he is forgotten.

Deep inside, there was a voice asking myself this.

No...of course I won't be willing.

So do you want to score a goal?
To be continued...