unparalleled

Chapter 17 Chinese Level [-]
Now Gao Yuyang on the field doesn't know what is waiting for him after the game. He took off his jersey and threw it out again...

This time he did not throw it at the media seats, but gave it to the fans in the stands. Gao Yuyang excitedly punched the stands, wanting to put on a handsome pose so that everyone would remember him.

He didn't notice the situation behind him at all, let alone what he was going to face next.

Even if Usami Takashi ran up and reminded him in a low voice: "Taka-san, hurry up and get another one to put on!"

Even if Endo Yasuhito approached the referee to plead for mercy at the first time, he could not escape the punishment-Gao Yuyang was directly shown a second yellow card, two yellow cards turned into one red, and he was sent off.

Gao Yuyang watched the referee draw out the second yellow card, his eyes widened in confusion, if Usami Takashi hadn't held him back, this guy would have rushed up again.

But fortunately, the Bahraini referee on duty was quite talkative, at least he gave a reason: "Young man, congratulations on scoring two goals. Although I understand your feelings, rules are rules. I thought the first one Yellow cards show you the rules."

Gao Yuyang looked down at himself naked, with muscular muscles and perfect lines, but it seemed that the occasion was wrong. These should not be shown to the referee, even if this person is gay...

Nonsence!What are you thinking?I'm a pure man, I don't want to be gay!

Looking at it this way, the only thing left is to accept fate.

Yep, there's nothing wrong with it!
At the last moment, Gao Yuyang "retired with success". The father Gao Sheng in the stands watched his son go off the field amidst the cheers of the fans, and said with a low smile: "Hahaha, my son can play, score goals, absolutely equal , red card, the full collection of the first game is complete, um, it’s good. But you don’t know how to put away such a commemorative jersey, so you have to throw it around. This old bone, how can you compete with the young ones? It's okay, oh..."

That is to say, but Gao Sheng still found the lucky guy sitting in the back row who had just grabbed the jersey, and exchanged a wad of banknotes for the collector's edition goal jersey of his son's first professional game.

Less than 30 seconds after Gao Yuyang left the field, the referee blew the final whistle. In the first game of the new season, Gamba Osaka drew with Guangzhou R&F 2:2.

Almost at the same time, the Chinese journalists in the stands got up at the same time, and ran away from the media seats. They all knew what to do next—they ran slowly, and all the heavy questions they had prepared were asked by others, and they themselves would It's left to pick up leftovers.

Ryuki Ozawa sat in the media seat, thought for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

That guy did seem to be doing well today, but... Hey, he's really good, not everyone gets a red card from the referee in the first game!

That's right, that's it!
Qualified journalists are sloppy and good at adapting to the wind, but good journalists are often confident in their positions.Longji Ozawa is such a person, and now he has put himself in the position of Gao Yuyang's black fan with peace of mind, and he never tires of it.

When Gao Yuyang walked from the player tunnel to the locker room, he hooked shoulders with Usami Takashi and Endo Yasuhito, and he was in a great mood.

"Gao Sang, you are amazing! It's so easy to have you here. From now on, I just need to do a good pass from the wing. Really, you are really good. You can score two goals in the first game of this kind of game." !" Takashi Usami pouted, full of envy.

Gao Yuyang smiled, although he was also happy, but he never took the credit alone: ​​"Half of the credit is yours, Yu Zuo-san, you are the one who passed it on accurately."

Endo Yasuhito saw that the two had a tendency to brag about each other's business, and interrupted with a smile: "Gao Sang, shouldn't you be more generous? We scored two goals, so we should have a decent meal, right? It doesn’t take hard work to establish an image in front of you!”

Gao Yuyang nodded readily: "Okay, okay, it's okay, I invite..."

When the three of them reached the only way to the mixed interview area, they suddenly couldn't move anymore. Gao Yuyang's voice also stopped suddenly, and he stared at the situation in front of him with wide eyes.

There were dense microphones and cameras in sight, and when they saw the three of them coming, they snapped violently at the same time, making Gao Yuyang dizzy—is it a fan or a reporter?This formation is a bit scary, who has such a big face?

Gao Yuyang subconsciously looked at Endo Yasuhito until he heard a voice of surprise shouted in Chinese: "Gao Yuyang! He is Gao Yuyang!"

What the fuck? !
There are a bunch of capitalized question marks above Gao Yuyang's head, are they... looking for him?

At this moment he wanted to run away, but he was still too tender, and he was surrounded before he even took a step.

Gao Yuyang subconsciously asked the two teammates for help, but Endo Yasuhito had already quietly walked out of the crowd with Usami Takashi, and even looked back.

Gao Yuyang looked so helpless that he wanted to cry: Are you two still friends?Can we still be teammates in the future?This leaves me alone?
What responded to him was the two people's goodbye gestures - hey, Gao Sang, this is to see you, what are we doing here?Let's go first, you act slowly!

Gao Yuyang was about to collapse, especially when there were a bunch of reporters chattering like flies next to his ears.He could only stretch out his hands to beg for mercy: "I cooperate, cooperate with everyone, but can you ask one by one?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, not because Gao Yuyang's words had an effect, but because Gao Yuyang subconsciously spoke Chinese just now.

The only ones who can squeeze in here are Chinese reporters. In the small mixed interview area, all the reporters heard it and were stunned for a moment. Many people subconsciously looked at their colleagues next to them, all with confirming eyes.

Did he speak Chinese just now?

Is it Chinese?Did I hear it wrong?

Although the few reporters in front of Gao Yuyang were very excited and faintly realized that what they expected was not groundless, they obviously had rich experience and maintained professional caution, so they asked questions in Japanese: "Please comment on this game. , Gao Yuyang, isn’t it a wonderful feeling to score two goals in the first show?”

Hearing the reporter's question, Gao Yuyang smiled, and he was sure that this was a reporter from China. The reason was simple. When he mentioned his name "Gao Yuyang", he pronounced it with a pure Chinese accent. Others pronounced with distinctly Japanese accents are distinctly different.

He coughed lightly. He felt a little nervous just now, but now he looks at the reporter in front of him with a little more cordiality... The main reason is that he can't escape, so he simply replied with a smile: "Since we can speak Chinese, then we Just communicate in Chinese, my Chinese is pretty good.”

This sentence was said in pure Chinese. All the reporters present were excited, and some even stomped their feet and exhaled "Oh! Yeah!" The little brother's hands couldn't help shaking.

The reporters present all felt that they had made a lot of money, and they had already foreseen the explosive effect that this scene would produce when it was sent back to China.

However, most of them at the scene suppressed their excitement, and then asked: "You scored two goals in your first show, and it's your career debut. Does this have any special meaning for you?"

Gao Yuyang spread his hands: "I was very happy when I scored the goal. Now, I've recovered. In fact, it's average. The opponent's strength is not too strong."

Gao Yuyang pretended to be fake without any trace, but the reporters chose to let it go temporarily, because there were more important questions: "When you were sent off while scoring a goal, do you think the referee's punishment for you is unfair? How many times did you get excited on the field?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yuyang obviously became very excited, and when he got excited, what he said next left everyone dumbfounded.

"No problem, nothing wrong! You are so right! It was the defender who kicked me from behind, and I was warned! I heard that this is the highest level of competition in Asia, but the referee didn't What kind of stupid penalty is this! I don’t want to say anything, I’m going to the locker room, and the coach may be in a hurry.”

Looking at Gao Yuyang's back, the Chinese reporters froze in place.

Gao Yuyang's reaction just now was considered explosive, a rookie dared to openly bombard the referee!
But what surprised them even more was that Gao Yuyang might have been too anxious when he said these words just now, and he didn't use standard Chinese Mandarin, but a dialect accent.

Now the reporters began to discuss with relish.

"Did you hear that? Where is he from?"

"It's full of Northeast taste, isn't it from the Northeast?"

"Fuck you, we old men from the Northeast don't talk like that. They talk about each other. They must be from the capital."

"Brother, it seems that you have a lot of opinions? Why don't we practice alone?"

"Hey hey, I said, two brothers, what are we doing here? It doesn't matter where he is, as long as it's not a little Japanese, it's over!"

After recalling the memory, the reporters stopped arguing, with excitement in their eyes, and wrote the materials furiously.

What are you doing here?Some reporters came up with the idea of ​​testing Gao Yuyang in Chinese during the interview.

These reporters are happiest now.

This Chinese, even the dialect is 666, at least level [-]!
If you say this is not Chinese, can you believe it?
(End of this chapter)