Golden Greenery

Today is Sunday. Zhuo Yang has been practicing piano all morning. After that, he ran to the school infirmary to change the gauze on his head. The body of a strong young man has the ability to heal itself and recover very quickly. The scars on the wounds are so thick that after the sutures are removed in two days, the problem will be gone. His stomach growled a little, and he remembered that he wanted to treat Cheng Hao to dinner yesterday. Since there was no training in the afternoon, Zhuo Yang took out his business card and made a call.

"Cheng Hao? I'm Zhuo Yang. This is my mobile phone number, please remember it. Have you eaten?" Always so familiar.

"...Hi, I just stuffed two hot dogs into my stomach and I'm still full. But it should be okay to eat some more with you." Cheng Hao was also a little careless.

"Okay, I can't let you do it, can I? Two drinks? Do you know how to drink?" You can always drink if you can't eat.

"Holy shit, I'm from Xinjiang!" Cheng Hao was not polite at all.

"Hahahahaha..." Zhuo Yang laughed happily: This guy definitely has an appetite.

"Hahahahaha..." Cheng Hao also laughed on the other end: Zhuo Yang is quite to his liking.

The two people felt that they were attracted to each other before they had formal contact.

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According to Zhuo Yang's instructions, the two met at the 'Peninsula Iron Box' bar. Because he has a bald head and gauze is attached to the light bulb, Zhuo Yang, who always likes to be pretty, is wearing a dark gray hamburger-style soft hat today, which looks quite stylish. Li Xiaoqing bought him a hat in the early spring, and the eldest lady felt that this one matched Zhuo Yang very well.

There were only a few people in the bar in the afternoon, which was perfect for chatting and eating. Zhuo Yang introduced his boss Big SB to Cheng Hao, and the big reporter couldn't help but secretly complain and laugh at Grantham's weird nickname. Under Zhuoyang's winking eyes, Cheng Hao told Big SB how funny his nickname was in Chinese without any hesitation.

"Take one!" Zhuo Yang and Cheng Hao picked up the large beer glasses. Of course, it was impossible to kill them all in one go. The slogan was the slogan. Zhuo Yang was eating steak bibimbap as if he were eating rice dumplings. Cheng Hao poured himself a drink, and the two chatted while eating and drinking.

Cheng Hao did not do a serious question-and-answer interview. That kind of thing is actually suitable for a studio. The two of them were just chatting. Cheng Hao talked about how he came to Germany, Yang Chen and Xie Hui, and his life in the Xinjiang Construction Corps since childhood. Zhuo Yang talked about how he became a professional player by accident and how to deal with the relationship between studies and football.

The more the two of them chatted, the more they became more and more speculative, and gradually they got involved in things other than football.

"I haven't stopped using my phone since early this morning. I was on the front page of "Sports". Did you do it?" Zhuoyang kept answering the phone early in the morning. Mom, dad, and sister, Friends, buddies, and classmates all talked about him being in the newspapers.

"Yes, I sent it. I will follow you from now on." Cheng Hao didn't mince words and told Zhuoyang his purpose straightforwardly. He can also see that Zhuo Yang is actually a very easy person to deal with. The prerequisite is that you have to have a temper with him.

"Okay, that's easy to talk about. You go to the club with me tomorrow, and I will introduce you to Chairman Mullen and Klopp..." At this point, Zhuo Yang realized that he and the coach were still at odds.

Cheng Hao felt relieved when he heard this: How righteous! With the strength of the drink, he patted his chest and said: "Zhuoyang, I dare not say anything else. As long as I am still here, there will be no bad news for you in the domestic "Sports Weekly". The manuscript I sent back, I promise to say nothing but good things about you."

Zhuo Yang liked to hear these words, and everyone liked to listen to words that were pleasing to the ear. "I believe this, we have hit it off. But Cheng Hao, doesn't it mean that your reporter's reports should be objective and true?" Zhuo Yang joked a little deliberately.

"Zhuoyang, you don't know. Today's reporters dare to say anything and make up anything. They have such bullshit objectivity for fear of keeping the world in chaos. As long as they can attract attention, there is nothing they dare not do. Black and white, good guys and bad guys, they do it all, even if there is no wind, they will have to make three-foot waves. Let me tell you this, as long as you can avoid making up and spreading rumors,

That would be considered a good reporter with a conscience. Besides, I didn’t say I wasn’t objective and truthful? I call this selective reporting. "

"Haha, no wonder they all say that if you reporters are pulled out and lined up to be shot across the street, I dare not say whether there are any unjust ones. There are still more than half who deserve to die and are not killed." Zhuo Yang was overjoyed: "Hey, what you said is wrong, what do you mean? Selective reporting? I co-authored how much ugliness I had, as if I didn’t dare to see anyone.”

"Arrogance, argument! You don't know how bad those reporters in China are. In order to gain fame, they may not be able to eliminate you! However, by then, I can charge into the battle for you." This is Cheng Hao's experience says that the blackness of Chinese football is not only in football itself, but also in the football media.

In the subsequent conflicts between Zhuo Yang and the Chinese Football Association, "Sports Weekly" written by Cheng Hao always cheered for Zhuo Yang in public opinion and helped Zhuo Yang resist a lot of malicious speculation and moral kidnapping.

"Then I won't pay attention to other reporters from now on. You are my, oh yes, royal reporter!..." The two were chatting heatedly when Zhuo Yang's phone rang, it was Li Xiaoqing.

"...I'm next door to you..., Big SB. ...I'll introduce you to a friend..."

Without much effort, Li Xiaoqing rushed in furiously.

"Zhuoyang, I read the newspaper and you asked your grandson to open it yesterday?...Take off your hat and show me..." The concern on Li Xiaoqing's face was not fake at all.

"Hey, it's okay. Nothing happened. I just scratched my head."

"The bloody hula monster in the newspaper is scary. Let's go. I'll take you to eat some good tonic. Which country does your grandson come from? I'll find someone to vent your anger and destroy him."

"No, no, you must leave it alone. Don't bring matters on the football field to the field. Football matters must still be solved with football." Zhuo Yang stopped him quickly. He knew that Li Xiaoqing was definitely not just saying it casually, and he was definitely capable: " Don't be so surprised, just come and sit in front of me, I still have friends here."

Only then did Li Xiaoqing notice Cheng Hao next to him. Cheng Hao quickly stood up: "Hello, I am a reporter from our domestic "Sports Weekly". My name is Cheng Hao. Are you Zhuo Yang's girlfriend?"

"No!" Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing said in unison.

When Li Xiaoqing heard that he was a sports reporter, she didn't take it seriously. Except for this interaction with Zhuo Yang, she didn't care much about all sports: "Reporter? Remember to do more positive publicity for Zhuo Yang. He and those in China The goods are different. Also, don’t mention me in your reports. If someone comes to trouble you, don’t blame me for not reminding you?”

Cheng Hao was a little confused after hearing Li Xiaoqing's words: Who is this? Why are you speaking so harshly? What a loud tone.

Zhuo Yang quickly said: "Goodbye, Miss Xiaoqing, I know you feel sorry for me, but am I okay? Just calm down, I will play the piano to you later." Li Xiaoqing suddenly felt the spring breeze blowing on her face. Zhuo Yang said to Cheng Hao again: "This is my good friend, Li Xiaoqing. Don't mention her in the report. Her identity... is a bit special."

Cheng Hao nodded nervously and agreed, but still murmured in his heart: Who is this? Special status? Looks like he's either a singer or a movie star? But why am I not impressed?

Cheng Hao knows a lot about the domestic entertainment industry, but he still has some understanding of it.

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