"Beep!"

A crisp whistle sounded on the training ground of the Vinovo first team.

Accompanied by this whistle, technical coach Massimo Carrera kicked the football sideways, while Joe Wenco, wearing a training vest, rushed up and shot the ball directly, kicking the football towards the goal.

The football drew a clear arc in the air and rushed straight to the upper right corner of the goal. This was obviously a very beautiful shot.

But when the football was about to fly into the goal, it was slapped out with one hand!

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Qiao Wenke shouted with his hands in his arms, regretting that he didn't score a goal even after such awesome shot.

The man who saved his shot landed and rolled around and got up, then grinned at Jovenco and said, "Sebastian, you can't do this, keep working hard!"

Joe Wenke was very depressed, and he turned his head to look at the assistant coach Angelo Alessio on the sidelines: "Coach..."

Alessio was speechless, and turned his head to look at the head coach Conte beside him.

Conte waved helplessly to the big man in front of the door: "Buffon, come down, Stollari, go guard the goal."

Hearing this arrangement, Buffon was stunned. He spread his hands and said, "Why, coach?"

"We are shooting training, not goalkeeper training! So far, the forward has not made a single shot! No matter how you pounce, I am worried that the forwards will not have confidence!" Conte said angrily.

A burst of laughter rang out on the training ground.

Amid the laughter, Buffon ran down honestly, and his substitute Marco Stolari stood in front of the goal wearing gloves.

Teammates were talking: "Gigi (gigi, nickname of Buffon's name Gian Louis Gian Luigi) was in such a good state, this was the first time I saw him sealing us in training..."

"Maybe it's related to that Chinese?"

"Are you talking about Gao? It seems that Jiji wants to teach that arrogant boy a lesson!"

"When you meet Jiji in such an excellent condition, that kid is really lucky, hehe!"

"I suddenly felt a little pitiful to that boy..."

"What's so pitiful? Didn't he ask for it? He locked the top scorer twenty-five rounds in advance. Such remarks are inexplicable. Do you really think that there is no one in Serie A? It's just that Milan and Genoa scored a few more goals. I didn't say that Milan is just a famous name now, and what kind of wealthy family is... Genoa, let alone, the so-called 'lighthouse derby' is just a rooster pecking at each other..."

"You are right! Then let him see what a real wealthy family in Serie A looks like!"

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After the training, Buffon was surrounded by reporters outside the training base: "Gigi! Next is the game with Sampdoria. Let's talk about it. He is now the top scorer list! And you have only conceded eleven goals, and he is the goalkeeper with the least conceded..."

Buffon shook his head and smiled honestly: "It is the team's credit for my few goals, not me alone. The defense depends on the overall situation. If the overall situation is not good, it is useless to rely solely on the goalkeeper to perform."

"What do you think of you and Gao's duel..."

"I'm looking forward to this game, but it's not a showdown between me and Gao, and no game is a showdown between two people. I think this simplification is not respecting other players."

When answering reporters' questions, Buffon always had a gentle and honest smile on his face, and his bearded stubble, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged uncle. But no one would forget how mighty his figure standing in front of the door because of his harmless image. The forward with a poor psychological quality would become weak when he saw him shooting.

He is such a honest uncle, the legend of the world football world.

After answering everyone's questions patiently, Buffon waved his hand to say goodbye to the reporters.

Looking at his back, the reporters had a consensus that they had such an opponent. It was really a misfortune of Gao Zheng. He would definitely not be able to score two consecutive rounds of games. And when he was silent, Sampdoria would probably find it difficult to escape from Juventus Arena.

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As soon as Gao Zheng finished his training, he was blocked by the reporters.

"Gao, the next game against Juventus is a problem for you?"

Gao Zheng was very strange: "His trouble? No. Why?"

"You haven't scored a goal in one round, and the next one..."

Gao Zheng interrupted him with a smile: "Scared me for a day. Look at your tone, I thought I had no goals in the ten league rounds. It turns out that there was only one round? Isn't it normal to not score a goal in one round?"

"Is it normal for not scoring goals in two rounds of the league?" Some reporters motivated him.

"certainly."

"Where are three wheels?"

"It's normal, too." How could Gao Zheng not know what the reporters mean, but he was as calm as water and said in a very sincere tone.

"Are you sure?" Even the reporter was a little confused by such a calm Gao Zheng, so he asked.

"Of course, what if it is?" Gao Zheng spread his hands, "Is it normal for not scoring in three rounds of leagues? Not to mention three rounds of leagues, four rounds of leagues, and five rounds of leagues, what's the big deal? If it's abnormal if it's just three rounds of leagues, it's abnormal, then sorry, there are too many abnormal strikers in this league. First of all, I declare that I don't agree with this argument, but this conclusion is based on your rules, so if someone feels offended, then there are heads of injustice and debts, please contact this reporter."

Gao Zheng said, pointing at the reporter who was provoking trouble: "Sorry, where are you from?"

The other party did not expect Gao Zheng's operation to be so sexy, completely misinterpreting his meaning. He had a dark face and said nothing. Obviously, he still remembered the tragic encounter of Chiorno, a reporter from the Trade Courier, Gao Zheng did what he said. He never answered any interviews with Chiorno again, even if the latter called him to answer.

He was afraid that his newspaper would also be blacklisted.

As a result, at this moment, someone next to him suddenly shouted loudly: "From Turin Sports News!"

Gao Zheng gave him a thumbs up and said in Italian: "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" The man smiled with a satisfied smile after helping others.

A reporter from Turin turned around and glared at him and found that it turned out to be a Chinese journalist. After the Chinese journalist noticed his gaze, he greeted him: "Hello, Chinese journalist Wang Yixing."

The reporter from Turin ignored him.

He has no time to pay attention to it now, so he must explain this matter clearly, and these colleagues are all watching the fun without much trouble!

So he said to Gao Zheng: "You know what I mean. I asked this just because you claimed to have booked the Golden Boot. For a player who wants to win the best scorer, is it normal to not score goals in three rounds? You should know that you are only two goals ahead of Salave and three goals ahead of Cavani now."

"Sorry, this reporter of Turin Sports. Even if I only score one more goal than the second place, I am also the first place. And I think you have overlooked the most important point. If I can't guarantee that every league will score goals, then what about other people? Can others be okay? When I don't score goals, they don't score goals. Isn't that normal? What's the point of you struggling with me if I don't score goals in one game, or even two games?"

The Turin reporter was a little embarrassed.

Because he was indeed in the wrong way, he said this with the mentality of finding fault, intending to anger Gao Zheng and let him say irrational words to create big news.

As a result, Gao Zheng, a kid, tried to eliminate and beat him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

He had no choice but to snort and forcibly regained his dignity and said, "So much, you are just finding reasons for your failure in advance! It is normal not to score goals. Since it is so normal, why do you need to book the Golden Boot in advance? Don't you know that this seems too arrogant..."

Gao Zheng interrupted him: "No, you're wrong, Mr. Reporter. I said it's normal not to score goals in a few games, it doesn't mean I can't get the Golden Boot. I said, I'll get the Golden Boot, then I'll get it, whether you believe it or not. I'm not arrogant, I just have confidence in myself. I have 200 points of strength, why do I say that it's only 100 points, just to please people like you? Sorry, you may not know me enough, I'm not such a person."

Next, Gao Zheng stopped looking at him, but said to the reporters around him: "Everyone knows that I was training in Vismala, and I also know that I had suffered serious injuries and misdiagnosis from the Milan laboratory, and even wanted to give up football for a while. That was the trough of my life, the absolute trough. I was hit hard and discouraged. I doubted my talent and the path I chose to take. In order not to completely rot in the mud, I changed my way to face the world. I promise you would never see so many smiles on my face before."

Speaking of this, Gao Zheng grinned, with a bright and sincere smile.

"Why do I love to laugh so much? Because don't you have to cry? Since then, my mood has improved a lot. No matter how difficult it is, smile will pass, right? Facing the world with a smile on your face, you will find that this world seems not so cruel..."

The reporters were stunned, including Wang Yixing, Lu Bing and Frechelo, who were usually familiar with Gao Zheng, and then they were surprised to find that they had never known Gao Zheng... because they had never heard of these words before.

More people don’t understand why Gao Zheng suddenly began to tell his mental journey. Even when he was interviewed by Frechello, he never talked about the setbacks of the past so deeply.

The on-screen recorder, the camera function of the mobile phone, and the camera were not turned off, and the scene in front of him was faithfully recorded.

As for the Turin journalist, he completely forgot to speak.

"I thought that when facing the world with a smile, I would be treated gentlely by the world. To be honest... Most of the time, this is true. For example, when I came to Genoa and joined Sampdoria, I met fans, coaches and teammates who like me, and the club presidents, who all like me very much. I thought the whole world was like this, but recently I suddenly realized that it was not like this. When I was attacked by others, I would be considered to be without grace, and no one cared about whether the people who attacked me had grace. So actually, I had always made a mistake before and I should smile at those who like me."

Gao Zheng smiled.

"But I can't make everyone like me, what about those who don't like me? Do I also want to smile and maintain my demeanor? I want..." He tilted his head and frowned, and after thinking for a second, he said, "I figured it out, fuck, I, Gao Zheng, are such a dick."

He suddenly swears, this is very rare in Gao Zheng.

"I'm so good at A Milan Youth Training Camp. Now I'm so good at the adult team. I scored 16 goals in the 18th round of the league. I scored 4 goals in A Milan in San Siro, the first in 83 years. Last season, I scored 20 goals without playing one-third of the league and 14 assists... I've performed like this, why do I still pretend to be a grandson in front of people who don't like me? Just to protect their fragile and care and make them feel better?"

The reporters were stunned when they were so boasted by Gao Zheng. Although what Gao Zheng said was the truth, he still felt that they were shocked by saying it so straightforwardly...

"So what should I do? I do whatever I want, and for those who don't like me, I only have one sentence: the mountain is there. Whether you like it or not, the mountain is there."

After saying that, Gao Zheng breathed a long sigh, as if he had been breathing out the turbid breath that had been accumulated in his heart since he was seriously injured: "It's great!"
Chapter completed!