Today is Sunday, Zhuo Yang practiced the piano all morning, and ran to the school infirmary to change the gauze on his head. The young man with strong body healed and recovered very quickly. The scar on the wound was thick and thick. After two days of removing the thread, the fart would disappear. My stomach groaned, remembering that yesterday I asked Cheng Hao to have dinner. Anyway, without training in the afternoon, Zhuo Yang reached out his business card and called.

"Cheng Hao? My Zhuo Yang. This is my mobile phone number, do you remember it. Have you eaten it?" Always so familiar.

"...Hey, I just stuffed two hot dogs in my stomach, and I'm still supporting it. But it's okay to have some more with you." Cheng Hao was also a little careless.

"That's all right, can't you just watch it? Full two glasses? Can you drink?" If you can't eat, you can always drink.

"I depend, I am from Xinjiang!" Cheng Hao is not at all polite.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Zhuo Yang laughed happily: to the appetite, this guy is absolutely appetite.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Cheng Hao also laughed over there: to the appetite, this Zhuo Yang was to the appetite.

Before the two had formally contacted, they felt each other's destiny.

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According to Zhuo Yang's instructions, the two met at the'Peninsula Iron Box' bar. Because it is a big bald head, and the gauze is still attached to the light bulb, Zhuo Yang, who always likes the smelly beauty, today wears a dark gray burger-style bowler hat, but it seems quite pretty. The hat was still bought by Li Xiaoqing when he was in the spring, and the lady felt that this one fits well with Zhuo Yang.

There are only three or two people in the bar in the afternoon, which is suitable for eating while chatting. Zhuo Yang introduced the boss's big SB to Cheng Hao, and the big reporter couldn't help but secretly groan and chatter for the strange nickname Grantham. In Zhuo Yang's squeamish eyes, Cheng Hao didn't owe his words to tell Big SB how nickname this nickname is in Chinese.

"Let's go!" Zhuo Yang and Cheng Hao picked up the large beer mugs. Of course, it wouldn't be possible to get rid of them in one breath. Zhuo Yang is eating steak with bibimbap, just like he is eating rice topping. Cheng Hao drank himself, and the two chatted while eating and drinking.

Cheng Hao didn't make a question-and-answer interview in a serious way, such things are actually suitable for the studio. The two were completely chatting. Cheng Hao talked about Yang Chen and Xie Hui from how he got to Germany, and he also talked about his life in the Xinjiang Construction Corps. Zhuo Yang talked about how to be a professional player and how to deal with the relationship between school and football.

The two people talked more and more speculatively, and slowly pulled out of the football, Tiannanhaixinxinyouyou rein.

"I started this morning, this phone has not stopped, there is my front page on "Sports", did you do it?" Zhuo Yang kept answering the phone early in the morning, my parents, My friends and classmates all said that he was in the newspaper.

"Yes, I sent it, and I will follow you in the future." Cheng Hao did not turn around and told Zhuo Yang his purpose directly. He can also see that Zhuo Yang is actually a very good person. The prerequisite is that you have to deal with him.

"Okay, that's easy to say. Tomorrow you will go to the club with me, and I will introduce you to Chairman Mullen and Klopp..." Speaking of which, Zhuo Yang only reacted that he and the coach still turned over.

Cheng Hao called this a comforting one: Really righteous! With Jiujin, he patted his chest and said, "Zhuo Yang, don't dare to say anything else, as long as I'm still there, there will be no news against you in the "Sports Weekly" in China. The manuscript I sent back, Make sure to say all your good things."

Zhuo Yang loves to listen to these words, and everyone likes to pick up Shun Er's words. "I believe in this, we have a good relationship. Isn't the process great? Doesn't it mean that your reporter's report should be objective and true?" Zhuo Yang was a little deliberately teased.

"Zhuo Yang, you don't know. The reporters now dare to say anything and dare to compile anything. The objectivity of **** is only for fear that the world will not be chaotic. As long as they can attract attention, there is nothing they dare not do. They are all black and white, good and bad, and they have to make waves for three feet without the wind. Let me tell you this, as long as you can make a mess without making a fuss, you will be a good reporter with a good conscience. I didn’t say I’m not objective and true? I’m calling selective reporting.”

"Haha, it's no wonder they all said, pull your reporters out in line to be shot, and if they are wrong, they don't dare to say that there are more than half of them **** and not killed." Zhuo Yangle was unsustainable: "Hey, what are you doing wrong? Selective coverage? How many ugliness do I dare not see when I co-author."

"Raise the bar, lift the bar! You don't know how bad the gang of journalists in the country are. They may not know how to bury you in order to be famous! But by that time, I will be able to charge for you." This is Cheng According to Hao's experience, the black of Chinese football is not only in football itself, but also in the football media.

In the later contradiction between Zhuo Yang and the Chinese Football Association, Cheng Hao's "Sports Weekly" has always shouted for Zhuo Yang in public opinion, helping Zhuo Yang resist a lot of malicious speculation and moral abduction.

"Then I won't take care of other reporters in the future, you are what I am, oh yes, Yu Yong reporter!..." The two were chatting hotly, Zhuo Yang's phone rang, it was Li Xiaoqing.

"...I'm next to you..., big SB this.... introduce you to a friend..."

Without much effort, Li Xiaoqing stormed in.

"Zhuo Yang, I read the newspaper. Did you let a grandson open the scoop yesterday? ... The hat was taken off to show her sister..." Li Xiaoqing's concern on his face was not at all pretended.

"Hi, it's okay, nothing happened~ lightnovelpub.net~ just scratched his scalp."

"Looking at the blood hula grotesque in the newspaper is scary, let's go, my sister takes you some good supplements. Which country does your grandson come from? Sister finds someone to give you breath and scrapped him."

"Don't, you don't care, don't bring things down on the football field, football things still have to be solved with football." Zhuo Yang quickly stopped, he knew that Li Xiaoqing was definitely not casual, and he was absolutely capable: " Don’t be surprised, come and sit down with me, I still have friends.”

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

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

When Li Xiaoqing was a sports reporter, she didn't take it seriously. Except for the intersection with Zhuo Yang, she didn't care much about all sports: "Reporter? Remember to give Zhuo Yang more positive publicity. The goods are different. Also, don’t mention me in your report, if someone will trouble you, don’t blame me for not reminding you?”

Cheng Hao was a little dazed when he heard Li Xiaoqing's words: Who is this? It's a big breath to talk so much.

Zhuo Yang hurriedly said: "Don't say it, Xiaoqing girl, I know you are distressed to me, but am I all right? Eliminate the fire, I will play the piano for you later." Li Xiaoqing suddenly bounced. Zhuo Yang said to Cheng Hao again: "This is my good friend, Li Xiaoqing. Don't mention her in the report, her identity...somewhat special."

Cheng Hao nodded his head tightly and agreed, but he still muttered: Who is this? Special status? Looks like this is either a singer or a movie star? But why don't you remember

Footnotes and entertainment are not separated. Cheng Hao doesn't say anything about the domestic entertainment industry.

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