Feng Shiyao's first concert was held very successfully.

Although the scale is not large, the atmosphere is very good.

So after the concert, everyone held a small celebration party together.

Share the joy of cake and success.

Feng Shiyao seemed very happy at the celebration meeting, and she seemed to be emitting light.

The agent, Uncle Zhang, was also very happy. He believed that this concert had a good start for Feng Shiyao's acting career. Next, he released a new single, a new album, a concert, a variety show, and a party... The infinitely bright future is waiting for the new singer. He vowed to build Feng Shiyao into the new queen of the Chinese music scene!

As Feng Shiyao's assistant, Xiao Yingying is also very happy. Her eyes always fall on Feng Shiyao. Seeing Sister Feng so happy, she is also very happy because she knows why Sister Feng is happy.

She is not just happy that the concert was very successful...

But she didn't intend to tell anyone, because this was the secret between Sister Feng and the handsome guy. Unless they made it public, she would be a quiet audience next to her.

She used to like watching idol dramas, but she didn't expect that she could watch a living idol drama at such a close distance and she felt extremely happy.

After returning to the rental house after the celebration banquet, Feng Shiyao finally had time and space to be alone. She took out her mobile phone and found a WeChat message from Gao Zheng on it: "When have you already had so many fans? The atmosphere of the concert is so warm!"

From an hour ago.

She quickly replied, "How did you come?"

Gao Zheng soon came back: "One of my good brothers is your fan of you, and he brought me here. Before that, I didn't know that you are so famous now."

"I originally wanted to tell you when I had some grades..."

"There are all concerts, aren't you still successful?"

"It's just a small concert of one hundred people..."

"That's also very amazing. I have only sang in front of twenty or thirty people, and I haven't finished it yet!" Gao Zheng said that after he joined Sampdoria's first team, every new player had to sing a song in public at the team's welcome dinner. This is the team's tradition.

As a result, Gao Zheng was interrupted by the captain Palonbo at the time before he finished singing... If he was really asked to finish singing, everyone would probably not be able to eat that meal.

Of course, Feng Shiyao knew what Gao Zheng was talking about, because Gao Zheng told her about this, and she laughed at the phone so hard that she fell back and forth because Gao Zheng was talking too much at that time.

So she smiled and replied, "I want to listen to your singing!"

"No, you don't want it!" Gao Zheng posted a picture of his expression covering his mouth.

This expression picture combined with Gao Zheng's words made Feng Shiyao laugh again and lean back and forth.

She kept shaking her shoulders and typing her fingers on her phone with difficulty: "But I really really want to listen to you singing, or I will call you if I am empty, and you will sing on the phone?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm 100% sure!"

"I have a talent!" Gao Zheng gave a thumbs up expression.

"You can just tell me when you can call you."

"good."

Feng Shiyao did not return. She put down her phone and curled up on the sofa and was too lazy to move. She fiddled with one hand and the hair in front of her was no longer the short hair she used to be. Now she is so long that she can easily wrap her fingers around several circles.

A long time ago, she hated those who had long hair and always had short hair. For her, short hair was the only way she could resist her mother, reminding her to continue to be tough.

But now she felt that she didn't hate herself so much with her long hair, perhaps because she didn't have to be as stubborn as she used to be with this world.

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Feng Shiyao thought she had to wait for a long time because Gao Zheng was a big star, so naturally she had a lot of things to be busy with.

But after only ten minutes, Gao Zheng called the phone directly.

After she answered the phone, she heard Gao Zheng's voice over there seemed to be reverberation, so she asked curiously: "Where are you calling me?"

"bathroom!"

"Huh... I seem to smell..."

“Isn’t this for better sound effects?”

"Isn't it really because I'm embarrassed?"

"Hello!"

"Okay, okay, then you sing!" Feng Shiyao suppressed her smile.

"You really want to listen?"

"Of course, I really want to hear it."

"Well, since you have made such a sincere request, I will satisfy your wish..."

Feng Shiyao heard Gao Zheng clearing her throat on the other side of the phone, and she pursed her lips and waited.

Then she heard a very strange voice, saying that it was a singing voice, it was not a tune at all, it was not a singing voice... How could normal people have this tone?

The sound came very abruptly, like a thunderclap in the ground, which scared Feng Shiyao to tremble.

Then she almost conditioned and pressed the hangup key...

After hanging up the phone, she was stunned for a while before she realized that she had hung up the phone, but she did not call again because she really didn't have the courage...

So she sent Gao Zheng a WeChat message: "Sorry, I accidentally ran into it..."

"I understand, I understand, I just said you won't want to hear..."

Feng Shiyao lay on the sofa, smiling so hard that her whole body was shaking.

She is particularly sorry that Apple phones do not have call recording function, otherwise this will become the biggest dark history of big stars.

"Okay, I should go out, otherwise others will think I've fallen into the pit."

Feng Shiyao laughed again when she saw this sentence.

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"Brother Zheng, why did you go to the toilet for so long?" Director Zhao asked curiously when he saw Gao Zheng coming back. "I thought you had dropped the toilet..."

Gao Zheng glared at him: "Constipation!"

"Brother Zheng, you have to eat more vegetables..."

Gao Zheng waved his hand quickly: "Okay, okay, I know, you still have to drink more boiled water, right?"

Director Zhao nodded: "Yes!"

At this moment, someone passed by and was saying to his companion: "I just heard someone crying and howling in the bathroom. I was wiping my butt. I was so scared that my hand tilted and almost rubbed my shit. Damn..."

After hearing this, Director Zhao looked at Gao Zheng a little strangely. Gao Zheng said with a blank expression on his face and pointed at the front: "Look at the football."

The two were having a midnight snack at a barbecue stall at this time. The boss put a big projection screen at the door, playing the World Cup match, which was a World Cup quarterfinal between Argentina and Switzerland.

There were many people at the barbecue stall, but everyone was very focused on eating midnight snacks while watching the game. No one noticed Gao Zheng and Zhao in the corner.

The powerful Argentina faced Switzerland but was unable to score a goal. The ninety-minute game was about to end, but it was still 0:0. Messi, who was highly anticipated, failed to score for Argentina.

There were many people sighing at the barbecue stall. Seeing that Argentina missed another scoring opportunity, the popularity of wearing Argentine jerseys started to curse loudly.

Director Zhao sighed, but not for Argentina's delay in scoring: "Chinese fans are wearing jerseys from other countries to cheer for other countries..."

"Who told our national team that there is no World Cup to play?" Gao Zheng said.

"Brother Zheng, I can look forward to the World Cup in Russia four years later, right?"

Gao Zheng knew what Director Zhao was saying, so he shook his head: "I don't know that football is a collective sport, and it's not enough to rely on me alone."

"You can do it, Brother Zheng, you can change the results of the game by yourself!"

"Don't worry, let's talk about it then. If you talk about it, what can you do if you enter the World Cup?"

"That's so different!" Zhao said enthusiastically. "If our national team really can enter the World Cup, it will definitely set off another football craze in China. At that time, more parents will be willing to send their children to play football. With enough people playing football, our football will definitely become better! Think about how we played football back then, wasn't it because the Chinese team scored in the Japan-Korea World Cup?"

Gao Zheng recalled that after Milutinovic led the Chinese team into the World Cup, the football craze in China was indeed crazy. Football boys like him suddenly had a clear goal and direction of effort, and everyone was looking forward to one day playing in the World Cup for the Chinese team.

Director Zhao also sat side by side with him back then, fantasizing about wearing Chinese team jerseys and winning glory for the country, but now he has lost this opportunity forever.

Gao Zheng looked at Zhao who was still fantasizing about the Chinese team entering the World Cup again. He must have missed the World Cup, but he did not reduce his longing and excitement for the Chinese team to enter the World Cup.

Chinese football has almost no positive impact on Zhao Bureau, but it does not prevent him from still loving Chinese football so much and having expectations and hopes for Chinese football.

As the only person among those friends who had the chance to play in the World Cup, Gao Zheng felt that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy.

"Well, I will work hard to let you see the Chinese team in Russia in four years. When the time comes, I will really qualify, and I will invite you to watch the game on site." Gao Zheng said to Director Zhao.
Chapter completed!