i'm a superstar

Chapter 37 That Miss Duan, Miss Duan, can you let go of my hand first?

On the second day, a luxurious bus was driving on the high-altitude highway. The snow scene outside the window and the street trees wrapped in snow flew backwards rapidly.

Unlike the sporadic ones just now, the snow is getting heavier and heavier. The snow is falling so hard that it will be difficult to stop for a while.

But in Xu Nuan's car, the harshness of the outside world was not seen. Every passenger was in a good mood, talking and laughing happily, and the atmosphere was warm.

A few Italian youths, men and women with strange hair shapes, and colorful icons printed on their faces, they were fans at a glance, and they were also Inter Milan fans.

From the corner of Duan Xiaotian's eyes, he saw them laughing and shouting, and he seemed very nervous.

She is a reporter for CCTV's World Football column, but she is an intern. In order to get this interview opportunity, she begged the leaders of the station in every possible way, and it was difficult to facilitate this trip to Italy.

Before departure, I heard from my colleagues that I was going to interview Zhang Han, who has become very popular recently. I was so excited that I almost couldn't sleep at night, and I caught the plane early the next morning.

However, she was very nervous when she came here alone. It was really hard to understand why the leaders of the stage didn't pay much attention to such a big star, who had faintly become the No. 1 star in Chinese football, and sent her alone Come.

How should this be interviewed?Although she majored in media, film and television at school, she has no actual interviewing experience, and her mind is indeed blank.

However, there is also a piece of good news. The legendary hard-to-serve star actually answered the phone in person, and agreed to go to his home for an interview.

Duan Xiaotian felt uneasy. Before leaving, she carefully searched for some information about Zhang Han. Although the domestic fans are very popular, it seems that they are not well received by the mainstream media. They are full of reports about violence and scandals.

For some reason, when she thought of Zhang Han, another person suddenly appeared in her mind.

That person was Sun Yi, a very annoying person, who stalked her after meeting by chance, and said that he wanted to keep her.

Of course Duan Xiaotian knew that he was a well-known player in China. It was said that he was a genius and was generally sought after by fans.

However, Duan Xiaotian knows better that that guy has a lot of bad records. Because the backstage is very tough, few people in the country dare to provoke him, so he has won a lot of praise from the mainstream media.

"Another prodigal son!"

Duan Xiaotian is not afraid of him at all, he asked his grandfather for his opinion before he set off, and his old fan said that he likes Zhang Han very much, so tell him, next time you meet someone like Schuster, give me a hard time beat him up.

Thinking of her grandfather's tone, she found it ridiculous, almost like a child, but his grandfather's identity...

Hearing the people in the car, several eyebrows were beaming, and they were all very excited when they talked about Zhang Han. It seemed that he was deeply loved by the local fans, so she listened carefully.

"Man! Chang is awesome, did you see that? He, he roared like a lion, and then, that player kicked wide..."

"Yes, Zhang is too domineering, even more domineering than Caesar, that player sprained his ankle, it's so funny, he was so scared that he got hurt."

"Zhang is so handsome, I want to marry him, I want to have a child for him..." Another female fan said excitedly, jumping up from her seat.

"I think Zhang should be a goalkeeper. He is much better than Julio, and he will definitely become the greatest goalkeeper." Julio is the name of Brazil's national goalkeeper. The fan gestured with his hand, imitating Zhang Han's aggressive save action.

Not long after, the city of Milan arrived. Duan Xiaotian got off the bus, called a taxi, showed the driver the address, and the car drove to Zhang Han's house.

She could have flown directly to Milan, but she was eager to see the No. [-] star in China, so the first stop was Rome, the capital of Italy, and she had to take a bus.

After another three, four, and ten minutes, the car drove through the streets full of magnificent ancient buildings, and arrived at the address provided by Zhang Han. When Duan Xiao got out of the car, he saw a tall, ten-year-old man with a sturdy body, but lazily, She was already waiting for her at the door of an elegant and exquisite villa in the community.

Duan Xiaotian was a little nervous, hurriedly got off the car, and the big man spoke.

The voice is soft, but it gives people an undoubted taste, clang and deep, similar to Liu Ye's voice in Bloody Romance, absolutely full of masculinity, just listen to him say: "You are Duan Xiaotian! Welcome, welcome."

The man tried his best to pretend to be very enthusiastic, but his acting skills... still gave people a feeling of repulsion.

"Hello! I'm Duan Xiaotian, just call me Xiaotian."

Duan Xiaotian hurried over to shake hands. She was not nervous because of the identity of the other party. Since she was a child, she had seen a lot of high-status people. It was a woman's nervousness when she saw a man with incomparable charm. The kind of restraint, the heart beat wildly.

"what!"

A big hard hand, she could hardly grasp it, Duan Xiaotian suddenly screamed.

Zhang Han looked shocked, am I that scary?A scream that can hold someone with a handshake.

"Me, my luggage." Duan Xiaotian hopped and shouted.

"So it's like this! I thought I had a thorn in my hand, which hurt Miss Duan!" Zhang Han's mouth curved slightly.

"What should I do? My luggage is still in the car?"

Duan Xiaotian saw the car driving away slowly, said anxiously.

"That Miss Duan, Miss Duan, can you let go of my hand first? I'll get your luggage back for you." Zhang Han said dumbfounded. At this moment, Duan Xiaotian held his hand and was anxious.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry, Mr. Zhang Han."

Duan Xiaotian wished he could find a crack in the ground, and said in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, he will bring you back soon, let's go inside first! It's too cold outside."

"But..." Before he finished speaking, Duan Xiaotian was dragged into the small villa.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Zhang Han opened the door, only to see a big black man with big white teeth coming in with a big suitcase and a smile on his face.

"Beautiful lady! Your suitcase." He said in blunt Chinese.

"You, you are Balotelli! That taxi driver!" By now, if he still doesn't know that he has been tricked, Duan Xiaotian might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

"I'm right! Miss Duan, he'll bring the suitcase back to you in a while."

Zhang Han laughed.

He went on to say: "You can stay at my house these few days! Lin Lin's friends are my friends, we really welcome you."

"It turns out that you are Lin Lin's friend! I said why are you so enthusiastic? I heard that I will come to Milan to interview you, and I can assure you that you are a good talker, and I will definitely be able to interview you."

Duan Xiaotian immediately became acquainted. Friends of college classmates are not her friends, as if they are in their own home.

(End of this chapter)