"Eleojola...is it you?"

"You... know me?"

When Eleojora saw his name appearing from the mouth of the person he was interviewing, she looked a little surprised. Although she looked familiar with the other person, she never remembered her identity.

Seeing that Eleojola did not remember him, Zheng Yi hurriedly reminded: "We met a month ago! In the town of Appiano Gentile! Outside the bar..."

Zheng Yi didn't say anything further, because he had given enough tips. After saying that, he opened his eyes and looked at the other party with great desire. Fortunately, Eleojola did not disappoint him, and she remembered it.

"It's you!" Eleojola covered her mouth, unable to believe that apart from the wonderful fate, she did not expect that the other party would be an AC Milan player.

"That's right! It's me!" Zheng Yi nodded repeatedly, and then said happily as if he had discovered something from the other party's outfit: "You... are you a reporter?!"

Eleojola shrugged without denying it.

"That's great!" Zheng Yi praised excitedly. Perhaps because he met the goddess who had once made him dream about her, his blood suddenly burst into tears, so he forgot to keep the door on his mouth: "I always thought you were a prostitute..."

Halfway through speaking, Zheng Yi suddenly realized something and slapped him directly on the mouth.

"What!?" Seeing this, Eleojola asked with a frown.

"Uh... I always thought you were a reporter, but I didn't expect you to be! Haha... My premonition was quite accurate! Haha..." Zheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief - it was so dangerous!

"I hope your premonition can be accurate!" Eleojola smiled, then opened his arms and hugged Zheng Yi: "That night...thank you."

"Uh..." This hug came a bit unexpectedly, but after the last encounter, the sudden hug seemed to be nothing: "If you encounter a similar situation again, I think there should be a better way." Zheng Yi said softly in his ear.

"You..." A red glow suddenly flashed across Eleojola's face. She knew what Zheng Yi was saying, but she seemed to be wrong: "What about?"

The warm breath stirred back and forth near the cochlea. Zheng Yi had goose bumps all over his body and hurriedly separated from Eleojola.

Then he said seriously: "For example, call the police!"

Hearing this answer, Eleojola burst out laughing, and then asked with accusation: "Do you have no other way?"

"Other method?" Zheng Yi's eyes began to turn, but before he could think of the answer, an inexplicable cheer suddenly sounded from the stands, and then the cheers of his teammates came from the stadium.

"Hey! Zheng! Remember to leave your phone number!"

"I think you'd better hurry up! Otherwise, the head coach should kick your ass!"

“…”

Looking in the sound, Zheng Yi found that he and Eleojola appeared on the electronic screen at the scene at the same time. Uncle Jiong behind him stared at him with his eyes straight...

OK! There is no way to chat anymore! Zheng Yi looked at Eleojola with some regret.

"Go quickly! Your teammates are waiting for you, come on!" Eleojola took the initiative to end the conversation.

"Well! Let's talk when the game is over!" Zheng Yi stopped rubbing and waved goodbye to Eleojola.

However, when he was halfway through, Zheng Yi suddenly turned around and shouted at Eleojola: "I may be a little faster than the police!"

Zheng Yi shouted loudly, but he was not worried about anything because others didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

Looking at the smile on Zheng Yi's face, Eleojola was stunned. She always felt that the person in front of her was a little different, but there was something different. She couldn't tell it, maybe it was just a feeling.

In the end, Eleojola responded to Zheng Yi in a strange way: "I know!"...

...

Zheng Yi and Eleojola's brief meeting became a small highlight of adjusting the atmosphere on the scene before the start of the game.

However, in a corner of the stadium, it completely evolved into another flavor.

"It's indeed a big liar! Why did you say that you came to Italy alone and didn't know anyone, and everyone should take care of each other... Bah! My mom is right! No word is true for men!" Looking at Zheng Yi, who was filled with a happy smile on the screen, Ye Jingxian gritted her teeth.

"There is that woman! She looks stupid and sweet at first glance, and she looks like something in a few words. She still waves her hand? Do you know him? Just wave?"

"Yes! Take a photo! The evidence is as strong as a mountain! Let's see how he can argue!"

Ye Jingxian counted Zheng Yi's crimes of "deceiving" her, and then took out her cell phone to take a picture of the evidence left by Zheng Yi.

Although she still has a verbal scent of Zheng Yi, Ye Jingxian's mentality has changed quietly, perhaps even she doesn't know...

...

After a brief pre-match warm-up, all AC Milan players returned to the locker room, and the substitutes were no exception, because players from either side were not allowed to appear on the court before the game.

In the locker room, head coach Allegri seemed to have a lot more words than usual, because he said something before going out to warm up, and after returning to the locker room, he said it again, but everyone still listened very seriously.

"Lecce is not a traditional Serie A strong team, on the contrary, it is very weak! But I hope you can remember clearly that Lecce once defeated Roma and eventually led to Roma missing the Serie A championship of the season, so we cannot take it lightly. But I also need you to remember clearly that this is our home court! It is San Siro of the Ross and Blacks! We are the invincible AC Milan! Believe in yourself! Believe in teammates!"

When Allegri was speaking, his eyes did not stop. On the contrary, his eyes were still very busy. He had to observe the expressions of these players and infer their mental state.

There is no doubt that the tension in the locker room is greater than excitement or peace, although there are many long-standing veterans among them, such as Seedorf, Inzaghi, Ambrosini, etc., as well as superstars who are stimulating, such as Ronaldinho, Ibrahimovic, Robinho, Pato, etc.

But whether it is a veteran on the battlefield or a popular fan, their faces are more or less nervous.

Only Zheng Yi exudes an excitement from the inside out, an unsuppressible excitement, just like a chicken blood, and is completely different from a rookie who has just entered the Serie A arena!

To him, nervousness is like a non-existent emotion!

Allegri may have forgotten that there are many ways to excite players, including family, friends and... lovers, which can be done.

Zheng Yi has played dozens of games with Lecce in the system. If it weren't for the nervousness that Galalatai residents had caused him in the past few days, he might have been a little more excited than he is now.

After all, the energy of primitive desire is very powerful...

...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!