The Midfield Master

In the second week after transferring to Maritimo, Tenonio rented a house for Xia Ze and Zhang Wei, with two bedrooms and one living room, which happened to be the two of them. This house is only about 10 minutes away from the club's training base. There are also supermarkets, banks, etc. nearby, which is very convenient.

After helping Xia Ze and the others to settle down, Tenonio and Li Shurong found a Portuguese teacher for Xia Ze and others. Otherwise, they would not understand the coach’s tactical arrangements at the club and could not communicate with their teammates, which would be a particularly troublesome matter. .

A week after Li Shurong left Portugal and returned to Guangzhou, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei welcomed their first Portuguese class in Portugal, which was held in a training center in a small Chinatown in Madeira Island.

After the morning training, the two came to the training center, took two hours of classes here, and then returned to the club for afternoon training.

Looking at the familiar Chinese signboards on the street, and the yellow-skinned, black-haired, Mandarin-speaking people walking on the road, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei felt extremely cordial.

Although they are natives of Guangzhou, when they were in Guangzhou, they often complained about those provincial people who came from the north and spoke with a strong accent. But now they are in a foreign country, and these former “fishers” in their eyes have now become the people they feel closest to in Portugal, even though they don’t know each other.

"Ozawa, I never imagined that I could smell China in Portugal." Zhang Wei took a deep breath into the air and sighed comfortably.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that even hearing Mandarin now feels very friendly." Xia Ze also looked at the buildings on both sides with a smile on his face, feeling the familiar atmosphere in a foreign country.

"Look, that's Wonton shop! If I'm not eating at the club, I'll eat here. I'm fed up with the butter bread in the club." Zhang Wei pointed to a noodle shop by the road, startled said.

"Look, it's Lanzhou ramen!"

"Oh, there are Shaxian snacks..."

"Wow! Look, there is an Internet cafe!"

...

As soon as Zhang Wei entered Chinatown, he yelled like a child entering the city, attracting the attention of others.

"David, don't be like this, everyone is watching us." Xia Ze pulled Zhang Wei awkwardly, telling him to stop those weird movements.

"Ozawa, you see, we have been in Portugal for almost a month, and we only discovered this place until now. I am so regretful." Zhang Wei said regretfully when Xia Ze stopped his dancing.

"I'll be here every day from now on, what are you worried about. Hurry up, I'm going to be late." Xia Ze pulled Zhang Wei who was still looking around, and quickly walked into a training center.

"Hello, we have booked a Portuguese course." Xia Ze said to a fat woman about 30 years old at the front desk, speaking Mandarin with a strong Cantonese accent.

After the fat woman finished listening, she looked up at Xia Ze and Zhang Wei, was stunned for a while, and then said: "Oh, it's class, go to the classroom, it's the first room up the stairs on the second floor."

"thanks"

After Xia Ze thanked him politely, he and Zhang Wei walked to the door of the classroom and found that the teacher was already lecturing, so they decided to sneak in through the back door.

As soon as the back door was opened, the teacher who had been lecturing on the podium stopped, looked at the two with sharp eyes, and said in a stern tone: "The two students at the back have to report through the front door when they are late!"

Xia Ze and Zhang Wei paused for a moment, then looked towards the podium. Standing on the podium was a 20-year-old young girl wearing a black suit, fair complexion, stern face, black-rimmed glasses, bangs, and ponytail, looking at the two seriously.

"Please come in after reporting through the front door!" The girl said word by word, her tone very strong.

Xia Ze and Zhang Wei stood there in embarrassment. There were more than ten people and twenty pairs of eyes in the classroom staring at them. The two had no choice but to lower their heads helplessly like an elementary school student who did something wrong. Go to the classroom and sit down.

"Ozawa, what kind of teacher is this? He's even more fierce than our former homeroom teacher!" Zhang Wei sat next to Xia Ze, taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, he whispered to Xia Ze.

"Don't worry about it, listen to the class first." Xia Ze replied in a low voice, and then listened to the class seriously.

Language is very important, although when he was in Guangzhou, his foreign language was not very good. But now he has to learn Portuguese well in order to communicate better with his teammates on the field, because he is a midfield commander, because he wants to make a name for himself here.

"But I think this teacher is quite beautiful, just a little hot..." Zhang Wei continued to talk to Xia Ze in a low voice.

"That classmate over there, please explain what this sentence means?" The beautiful teacher turned around suddenly and said, looking at Zhang Wei with sharp eyes, as if she wanted to nail him to the wall.

Zhang Wei was still talking to Xia Ze in a low voice, but suddenly found that the beautiful teacher was staring at him, and the other students in the class were also looking at him. Obviously that question just now was for him.

Zhang Wei stood up obediently, not daring to meet the beautiful teacher's eyes, so he could only reply hesitantly: "I...I don't know."

"Then you stand first." The beautiful teacher said coldly, and then turned her eyes to other students: "Which classmate knows?"

"Teacher, this sentence means 'If you don't look at the road when you walk, you will fall easily'." A business man in his thirties replied.

"That's right, that's what it means, student, do you understand?" The beautiful teacher looked at Zhang Wei meaningfully and said.

"It's clear...it's clear." Zhang Wei suddenly blushed and said reassuringly. No matter how dull he is, he knows that this sentence is actually talking about himself.

"It's good to be clear. I hope you will keep this sentence in your heart. Sit down." The beautiful teacher gave Zhang Wei a sideways look, and continued to give lectures.

As soon as Zhang Wei sat down, he saw Xia Ze covering his mouth and laughing. Zhang Wei said helplessly to Xia Ze, and also listened to the class with Xia Ze.

Two hours passed quickly. This class mainly covered some pronunciation basics of Portuguese and some relatively simple daily expressions.

"Wow, that teacher is too hot!" Zhang Wei said to Xia Ze as he walked out of the classroom.

"It's you who provoked him, so be more serious in class, or you won't be able to communicate well with the goalkeeper during the game, and you'll be relieved if you go in with an own goal." Xia Ze lectured as he walked.

"If you can catch up with that beautiful teacher, it will be really refreshing." Zhang Wei said wretchedly while putting Xia Ze's shoulders on his shoulders.

"Don't be so obscene, can you? Are all the people in Milan like this?" Xia Ze shook off the hand on his shoulder with a look of disgust.

"Don't slander our Milan, I learned these things in Li Yi's bar. If I watch a lot of live broadcasts, I will naturally have experience. Hee hee..." Zhang Wei rubbed his chin and smiled wickedly.

"I see that you are a big fool, if you meet her, you will definitely be eaten by her." Xia Ze retorted with a look of disdain.

"Anyway, it's fine to get some!" Zhang Wei continued to show his wretched true colors.

...

On the second day, after training, Xia Ze and Zhang Wei didn't eat in the club's cafeteria, but went directly to Chinatown. Zhang Wei had already made up his mind that he would eat the taste of his hometown here at noon today before going to class.

When they came to a restaurant, there was a traditional red plaque "Hometown Restaurant" hanging on the door of the restaurant, and a sentence on the window "Lu, Sichuan, Guangdong, Fujian, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Hunan, Hui, eight major cuisines It has everything you need, and it’s full of the taste of home.”

"Xiao Ze, go in and see if there is any salt-baked chicken." Zhang Wei dragged Xia Ze into the restaurant while drooling.

"Boss, do you have salt-baked chicken?" Zhang Wei walked in and shouted in Cantonese.

"Two gentlemen, what do you want to eat?" A waiter came over, apparently unable to understand what Zhang Wei said.

"Um, what dishes do you have here?" Zhang Wei raised his head and asked the waiter in Mandarin.

"We have eight major Chinese cuisines here. What kind of food do you want to eat, sir?" The server introduced politely.

"Does Cantonese cuisine have salt-baked chicken?" Zhang Wei still couldn't forget his salt-baked chicken.

"Yes, as long as it is Cantonese cuisine, we have it here." The waiter said with a confident smile.

"Then let me have a salt-baked chicken, a stir-fried cabbage heart with garlic, and a lean meat wolfberry soup." Zhang Wei looked at the server with a confident smile, and ordered two dishes and one soup skillfully.

"I didn't expect that there would be salt-baked chicken here." After the waiter placed the order and left, Zhang Wei looked around the restaurant with satisfaction.

The scale of this restaurant should be considered the largest in Chinatown, otherwise Zhang Wei would not have chosen this place in the first place. The restaurant is divided into two floors, the first floor is the lobby, about 100 square meters; the second floor is the boxes, it is not clear how many there are.

Xia Ze and Zhang Wei sat in a corner, waiting for the food to be served.

Ten minutes later, two dishes and one soup were served. Zhang Wei couldn't wait to pick up a piece of salt-baked chicken, and he was already enjoying it before it reached his mouth.

When the chicken was in his mouth, Zhang Wei was about to savor the taste of his hometown that he had not seen for nearly a month, but unexpectedly a strong smell of soy sauce emanated from the chicken.

Wow! Zhang Wei quickly spat out the chicken.

"Diao, pickled in soy sauce, so salty!" Zhang Wei frowned and complained in Cantonese.

Seeing this, Xia Ze picked up a piece of chicken and tasted it. It turned out that there was too much soy sauce and it was very salty.

"Waiter!" Zhang Wei beckoned to the waiter.

"What's wrong with this? You marinate the salt-baked chicken with soy sauce? And you stir-fry this stir-fried cabbage heart with garlic? When did the lean meat goji berry soup become lean meat goji berry soup?" Zhang Wei pointed at the table. Those three dishes, said dissatisfied.

The waiter looked at the table and saw soy sauce oozing from the salt-baked chicken, a little red pepper on the green cabbage, and red wolfberries floating on the surface of the soup.

"Sir, that's right, marinated chicken, stir-fried cabbage heart with minced garlic, lean meat wolfberry soup." The waiter pointed to the three dishes on the table and said affirmatively.

"What kind of Cantonese cuisine is this? Do you think I'm a Lao Lao?" Zhang Wei got angry for a while, and his regional prejudice came back.

"David, forget it, let's pay attention to what we eat." Seeing that everyone around him was looking over, Xia Ze quickly persuaded Zhang Wei.

Seeing the embarrassing expression on the waiter's face, Zhang Wei couldn't get angry, so he had to let it go. They were extremely uncomfortable with the meal, and left the restaurant before they were full. Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 188 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 388 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 188 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 388 Red Devils Manchester United Rewards Grain 88