i'm a superstar

Chapter 19 Let's go home!Mario!Your mother told you to come home for dinner!

After the game, the players hugged one after another, some with their own teammates, some with the opposing players, as well as coaches and referees. The atmosphere was warm and friendly.

Zhang Han first hugged Big Ibrahimovic affectionately.

"Boy! Well done! Great goal!"

Big Ibrahimovic patted Zhang Han on the back vigorously and said.

Then there's Balotelli.

"Zhang! You are so good, tell me, how did you do it, that header, the header is so fucking wonderful."

Balotelli made funny gestures, shaking his cockscomb head, which was extremely funny.

"Zhang, how did you grow longer and longer? Now you are so much taller than me."

He couldn't stop talking, like a rapper, gesturing the gap with Zhang Han with his hands.

"Thank you!" Zhang Han shook hands with Ibrahimovic, "Why is it getting longer and longer, of course it is to eat sausage at home every day! Do you want to try it?"

"Three major thorns in Inter Milan" - talking and laughing there, the atmosphere was just right, and it happened to be photographed by the camera. I don't know if it was the commentator who gave such a name with a big mouth. Later generations will be praised by people , and the combination named after the Dutch Three Musketeers and the German Troika was called out in this way.

While the three big heads were laughing, Inter Milan players could not stop coming forward to congratulate and hug, as well as opponent players came to hug and say hello.

"China Zhang! Can I take a photo with you?"

At this time, the Italian referee with bald head - Matthews got a camera out of nowhere and gave Zhang Han a thumbs up.

"Zhang! You are amazing! That goal is simply beautiful!"

The referee talked to Zhang Ying with the three of them before leaving.

At the end, the referee left, and another opponent player came over and asked to exchange jerseys with Zhang Han. He took off his shirt happily, exposing the strong muscles of his upper body, and stared at Ibrahimovic and Balotelli stunned.

"Zhang, how did you exercise, you have great muscles!"

Ibrahimovic touched Zhang Han's exaggerated abdominal muscles amusedly and exclaimed.

Indeed, Zhang Han's muscles are very beautiful, and they happened to be recorded by the camera. They are no worse than the muscles of the later Ronaldo, and even comparable to the basketball god Jordan.

Of course, although Zhang Han is 1 cm tall and looks like an iron tower, he is not as thin as other Asians. He is originally dark and shiny, giving people a strong sense of stimulation, full of powerful and amazing explosive power .

"Zhang! You are so sexy, how did you do it? I want to do it too."

Balotelli caressed Zhang Han in a funny way, causing him to yell with goosebumps all over his body: "Go away! I don't want to be gay, you can do it yourself!"

The three of them walked to the sidelines while fighting.

"Boy! Great job!"

Mourinho waited on the sidelines, hugging the players returning to the locker room one by one, and when Zhang Han was three, he hugged him heavily, patted his back and said loudly.

Zhang Han can feel the madman's excitement and trust. At this moment, the two men seem to have a good understanding, and they feel like they have found a confidant.

"Great job! Well done Zhang..."

Zhang Han and the members of the coaching staff also hugged one by one, and they all said excitedly.

At this time, a beautiful reporter with a microphone hurried over and stopped Zhang Han, about to conduct an interview.

This is a beautiful reporter with black hair and blue eyes. She has a voluptuous figure, a glamorous face, and her plump lips are slightly upturned, exuding a strong wild beauty.

She held the microphone and asked: "China Zhang, how do you feel? You scored again today? Do you feel good?"

Generally speaking, journalists’ questions are relatively formulaic. It’s not surprising that Zhang Han often sees this on TV. He touched his nose and said, “Yes, today was a great game. I’m very satisfied with my performance. , I helped the team. With the efforts of everyone not giving up, we won. It was not easy to win, and the opposing players were great! It was really difficult to win against them."

The beautiful reporter frowned upon hearing Zhang Han's official language, showing a very cunning look in this kid's eyes, and continued to ask: "We all saw that you were injured, but you still insisted on playing on the court, what can you say? Is that why?"

Zhang Han wiped the sweat from his nose and said, "Yes, I was hurt, but that's nothing? It's just a small injury, thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

"Real Madrid coach - Schuster said you are a stadium thug, what do you think about this issue?"

Zhang Han paused and said: "I think the nickname Mr. Schuster gave me is great! I like it very much! In addition, I want to tell Mr. Schuster. Can the Chinese play football? Yes, The Chinese can play football, not only can they play football, but they can also score goals.”

In the second half of the sentence, he spoke loudly, as if he was provoking someone, and he waved his fist vigorously and roared twice.

"I'm sorry! Mr. Zhang Han, can you explain why you are not a Chinese citizen?" The beautiful reporter asked after a pause with a nervous expression on her face.

"Haha!" Zhang Han laughed and said, "How is it possible? Of course I am a Chinese citizen!"

He spoke righteously and categorically, ended the interview, and went straight to the locker room.

At the same time, that night, the Chinese fans who watched the Serie A match between Inter Milan and Reggina were blown away.

"What did he say? This scum said he is a Chinese citizen? Did you hear me wrong?"

This is the voice of the fans who greeted Zhang Han's ancestors after watching the Inter Milan game.

Five minutes later, major sports websites reported the news, which sparked heated discussions.That night, the poor Chinese fans went crazy.

Although the news has not been officially confirmed, but that guy said it with a strong oath, I don't know why?There are still quite a few, it should be said that most fans are still willing to believe in Zhang Han.

Major sports websites, forums, and football fan groups all went crazy at this time.Some people insisted that this scum lied, had no sense of shame, was a traitor, and was extremely shameless, while others believed that all the previous news was false, Zhang Han is a hero of China, the greatest football star in China's history.

Of course, because of his own words, Zhang Han was completely unaware of the domestic media and fans' uproar.

When he returned to the locker room, he was greeted by naked teammates celebrating wildly.

"Zhang! Great job!"

"Zhang! You are a hero! We won, and we actually scored two goals in stoppage time to come back."

"Zhang! I love you so much, boy, your header is so beautiful."

"open……"

Hearing all the compliments, Zhang Han felt a little dizzy. He stepped on the wet slippery ground and fell to the ground with a plop. Laughter erupted in the away locker room.

After three or four hours of driving, when we returned to Milan City, everyone disbanded on the spot, went back to their homes, and looked for their mothers.

Zhang Han returned home in Balotelli's car.Of course, Balotelli's funny thinking is difficult for ordinary people to understand. After getting acquainted with him, he moved the day before yesterday and bought a house not far from his house. Now they are friendly neighbors.

In the car, Zhang Han asked worriedly: "Mario! Next time you want to order your house, you must tell me in advance!"

Bashen drove the car, listened to the DJ swinging from side to side, and asked with a dull face when he heard Zhang Han's words: "Why did I set my house on fire?"

Zhang Han suddenly realized that the current Bashen is not famous yet, and he is not bored to the point of ordering his own house. That is after he moved to Manchester City in the future, "It's okay! Anyway, remember, brother, if you want to order your house House, you must notify me first."

"Why?" Bashen's face was filled with Why, and he was astonished to death.

"Why? Of course, move quickly!" Zhang Han continued with a natural expression, "Tell me! Why are you so enthusiastic this time? You insist on sending me home."

"Zhang! Who was the beauty who drove you to work last time?"

Balotelli licked his thick lips, his excited eyes sparkled authentically.

"My agent! What's wrong?"

"It's so beautiful! It can't be you... Honestly! Did you have sex!"

"Get out!" Zhang Han directly gave Bashen's head a supernatural power.

After a while, he stopped the car at the gate of Zhang Han's house and came to the small villa. Balotelli was dumbfounded.

There were three women sitting on the sofa in the living room, one more beautiful than the other, with different styles, but all of them were stunningly beautiful.

Seeing that familiar and gentle figure, Zhang Han was overjoyed and said: "Lin Lin, when will you come? Don't let me know in advance, so that I can go to the airport to meet you."

Every time he saw Lin Lin, Zhang Han felt a strange feeling of warmth. This enthusiasm from the heart was not faked.

"I happen to be flying to Milan today, so come and have a look if you have nothing to do!"

A gentle smile escaped from the corner of Lin Lin's mouth, and she gave Zhang Han a seat on the sofa.

"Hello! I'm Balotelli! Nice to meet you, your acting skills are amazing? I've always been a big fan of yours."

Before Zhang Han could react, the big black man had already sat in the seat that should have been given to him, smiling all over his face and showing his big white teeth.

"Go home, Mario! Your mother told you to come home for dinner!"

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth were stiff, and he said exaggeratedly.

This time it was Balotelli who was picked up by a hand, and was thrown out the door amidst the screams, which caused a burst of laughter from the beautiful women in the living room. (It is said that the world record for international weightlifting is 266 kg. The strength of the protagonist should be similar to this! It should not be too exaggerated!)
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