When the referee blew the final whistle, the Fiorentine player who had been waiting on the sidelines cheered and rushed into the stadium.

Zhang Jun was in the cheering crowd. He was suddenly hugged from behind and held it high, and it turned out to be Rigano.

Zhang Jun was startled, and he patted Rigano's strong arm and shouted, "Hey! Let me down, Man Niu, let me down!"

But Rigano didn't listen, but just held Zhang Jun on his shoulder and laughed. After running for 90 minutes, he could still carry someone on his shoulder. It was such a terrifying power and endurance!

Zhang Jun saw that he was lifted up, but also captain Dilivio and head coach Mondonico. Only the three of them were raised by their teammates, which can somewhat reflect Zhang Jun's status in the team.

As a striker who came in the second half, he used twenty-one goals to help the team soar from seventh place, like an elevator, to second place, and locked in two rounds ahead of schedule. He used his own strength to make great contributions to the upgrade of Fiorentina and won everyone's love and trust.

Seeing everyone happily lifting him up, Zhang Jun only felt this way: He was so proud of him!

He remembered every little thing after coming to Florence, from the initial hostility and helplessness with Rigano to the fact that he was carrying it on his shoulders and cheering. When he just arrived at a strange place with fear, he would never have thought that there would be such a perfect ending.

He likes the sunshine at nine o'clock in the morning in Florence, the narrow streets and the square blue sky on the narrow roads, and the doves in the square in front of the Cathedral of Our Lady. These things have brought a wave of breeze to his once impetuous heart.

He likes this team, the people who like this team are fanatical and loyal fans here.

In short, he likes everything about Florence. Compared with the cold and humid northern city of Milan, he feels that the sunny Florence makes him feel more comfortable and happy.

More and more people rushed towards them, and everyone had a happy and ecstatic smile on their faces. They roared wildly, danced, or fell to the ground, crying with joy.

This is football!

At this moment, Zhang Jun made his choice.

He decided to stay in Florence and continue his fate with the city.

Maybe the future will be beautiful, maybe the future will be bad, but what's the use of thinking so much now? Zhang Jun doesn't want to talk about whether he will regret it now. His optimistic personality makes him rather believe that the future is extremely beautiful.

AC Milan is a great team with many top-level stars. Even if they win all the championships, no one will find it incredible. But no matter how successful it is there, Zhang Jun will not have much sense of accomplishment. Perhaps because he likes reading comics since he was a child, he yearns for the feeling of success at a weak point.

One is the icing on the cake, and the other is a timely help. It goes without saying which one can better reflect the value of a player.

In fact, Yang Pan is right. Zhang Jun is a person who likes nostalgia and a lazy guy. When he stabilizes in a certain place, he will not want to leave unless he has to, because moving is a very painful thing for Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun himself did not realize this clearly, that is, after a year of turmoil and wandering, his already lazy heart became even more tired. He wanted to find a place to stay for a long time, and Florence would be a good choice.

As for Milan, he would let Sister Hua deal with it.

Now, he has made a choice and enjoy this moment of victory carnival.

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"Bang!" Champagne spilled Zhang Jun all over, and then Rigano poured the wine from the bottle off Zhang Jun's head.

Zhang Jun was not willing to be outdone and used the champagne in his hand as a weapon to fight back at Rigano.

Everyone was pouring champagne on each other, as if it were a water splashing festival.

Even head coach Mondonico was not spared. He was poured into a chicken by Dilivio. The originally light blue suit was drizzled with champagne and turned into a dark blue color. His hair was messy and he looked funny, but he was not angry because it was a carnival moment.

"Updated! Upgraded! Long live! We'll return to Class A!!" Everyone shouted and splashed the champagne in their hands on their teammates. They were naked, some even wearing only a pair of underwear, touching and dancing in the locker room, singing and shouting.

Even Zhang Jun wore a pair of underwear and made a fuss with everyone. Even on the night Warrendam won the Dutch Cup, he had never been so indulged.

This is so crazy!

While he was crazy, Rigano also asked Zhang Jun one of his most concerned questions recently. "Hey, Zhang, are you going to go back to Milan after the season ends?" He approached Zhang Jun and asked in his ear.

He knew the answer was yes, because Milan is much better than Florence. Last year, there were rumors that Inter Milan was interested in him, and he was very moved. What's more, Zhang Jun, who is more powerful than him?

But Zhang Jun shook his head with a smile: "No, I'll stay here and be with everyone."

This answer was really beyond Rigano's expectations, and he whispered: "Why not go back? Fool! How could there be Milan in Florence?"

Zhang Jun was still smiling, and he said, "I know, I know Milan is very good, but I like Florence. I like the feeling of being with everyone." He looked at his teammates who were making trouble.

Rigano lowered his head and muttered something, then looked up and asked, "Will Milan let you go?"

Zhang Jun thought for a while: "If I insist on leaving, there should be no resistance. Don't forget that Milan is a very humane club, and they will not ignore the players' personal wishes."

"Then...we will be partners next season?"

"Also be a partner." Zhang Jun raised his hand and touched Rigano with the empty bottle. It was also an agreement.

Zhang Jun decided on his own future in this way, and this crazy celebration also exhausted his last bit of strength and fell asleep on the plane back to Florence.

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Zhang Jun didn't know how he got home, how he took a shower, changed his clothes, and didn't even remember whether he had supper. When he woke up, he found that he was already lying on his bed.

Memories jumped straight from the crazy game and celebration yesterday to ten o'clock this morning - when he woke up and saw the ceiling for the first time.

I didn’t need training today, and suddenly I didn’t know what to do. I was so nervous and busy a few days ago, and my nerves were tense. Now I suddenly relaxed, which really made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Just as Zhang Jun was sitting on the bed and wondering how he would spend the day, he received a call from Yang Pan.

"First congratulations to Fiorentina on its successful upgrade, and then congratulations on your ranking third in the second division scorer list."

"Okay, okay, I wish you the league championship too."

"Why do I feel that you have no sincerity?" Yang Pan muttered in a low voice, and Zhang Jun laughed yellingly from the other side of the phone.

"We haven't been in touch for a while, Yang Pan?" Zhang Jun smiled and then lay back on the bed.

"It's been more than a month, and everyone is very busy. You're fine, but I'm at the critical moment. The championship battle with Juventus has reached a white-hot stage. We are only one point ahead of them now, and there are two rounds left!"

"Two rounds are not bad for you."

"Just talking nonsense, we have to win in a row, win in a row! The Champions League was eliminated by Real Madrid, and the league champion can't be lost."

"By the way, when it comes to the Champions League, how does it feel to play against Real Madrid superstars?" Zhang Jun really envied Yang Pan for having the opportunity to play against Real Madrid. However, no matter how envious he was, the decision to stay in Fiorentina would not be changed.

"I don't feel that those demons are too strong. Real Madrid has adjusted their business policies this season and their staffing is more reasonable. I think it's not unfair to be eliminated. It's not surprising that they won the 10th Champions League. But I can only tell you that if the media knows about it, I will be miserable."

Zhang Jun laughed loudly.

"But I exchanged jerseys with Zidane, that bald man!"

"Ah? I want it! I want it!" Zhang Jun became excited.

"Hey! I'll give it to you when you return to Milan. Come back, come back..." Yang Pan sang Fei Xiang's popular song "Clouds of Hometown".

Zhang Jun was silent, as if Zidane's jersey was not attractive to him.

Yang Pan noticed Zhang Jun's strangeness, and he remembered the question. "The season is coming to an end, you still have to come back, Zhang Jun?"

Zhang Jun said slowly: "No, I plan to stay in Florence."

Yang Pan was not surprised at this answer, but he still couldn't accept it: "Why? Is Milan not as good as Florence?"

Zhang Jun scratched his head: "It's not like this, it's just that I'm a little more used to Florence, and that city in Milan is not suitable for me."

"Have you thought it seriously?"

"Seriously...thinking."

"Isn't you really coming back?"

"I think there will be a while...I won't be back."

"Do you think it's more promising in Florence than in Milan?"

"I...I didn't think so much. Yang Pan, where did I divide these things when I chose it? I just rely on my feelings..."

"Feeling?" Yang Pan was stunned for a moment, "I really hope that your feelings for life are as good as your feelings for the ball. I don't care. At worst, I can be a teammate in the national team, but it's hard to say about Kaka."

Zhang Jun smiled bitterly: "You apologize to him for help, just say that I will go back to Milan to make delicious food for him."

"He will protest against you treating him as a pig."

"He was a pig, so let's do it."

Yang Pan sighed: "Your boy has no intention of leaving. Even if you are not in Florence, you will not return to Milan. Are you still holding a grudge against Milan for your experience in Milan?"

"I don't. I have never hated Milan, Yang Pan. The reason why I don't go back to Milan is because I have been there and know that Milan is not suitable for me. If I were in Inter Milan and found that it is not suitable for me, I wouldn't go back either. This has nothing to do with which team it is, it is purely a matter of personal adaptability. I am not suitable for Milan, and what Milan needs now is just to increase the thickness of the bench. We are born with a horoscope."

Yang Pan was silent for a while before saying, "You always have to come back after the season is over, right?"

“That’s natural.”

Yang Pan sighed again: "Okay, I will tell Kaka. But you must be mentally prepared to be slaughtered when you come back."

"Hehe! I already have the awareness of dying."

After putting down the phone, Zhang Juncai sighed with relief. His friend had done it. No matter how Kaka was unhappy, he could only pretend not to know how to get away. The next thing was how to convince the Milan club to accept his proposal to leave. It really didn't work. Even if he paid for it himself, he would have to leave Milan. All the words left were said, wouldn't it be embarrassing and conspicuous to go back?

Zhang Junke couldn't do that kind of thing that went back on his word.

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Three days later, the Frankie Stadium had become a grand banquet site, and the game was placed second. Florence and Empoli both sent as substitutes as possible. The fans even played the eye-catching banner "Let's go to Class A together" in the bottom of the stands like a party. Players and coaches from both sides were greeting each other and chatting when warming up before the game... In short, no one took this game to heart.

The two sides finally fought in this game to 0:0, and the scene was boring, but everyone was not interested in the game. The TV station had long been foresight, so it did not include this game in the live TV program.

From the 80th minute, Frankie Stadium kept calling Zhang Jun's name. They hoped that the head coach could let Zhang Jun come on the court to meet everyone, even if it only lasts for one minute.

Zhang Jun was somewhat unexpected for his love for fans. He was a loan player and never dared to expect his position in the hearts of the picky Fiorentine fans to be so high.

Mondonico was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to let these fans who have been supporting the team disappointed. On the other hand, Zhang Jun had physical strength problems. He didn't plan to let him play in this game, but just to participate in the large-scale celebration after the game.

He got up and walked to Zhang Jun's seat, then squatted down and asked Zhang Jun: "Did you hear this?" He pointed to the stand behind him, "Are they calling you to go on stage? I want to hear your opinion."
To be continued...