court king

Chapter 214 Shinji Kigawa? ?
"Quick, quick!" Under a burst of hurried Italian, I saw an Italian player wearing the brown jersey of the University of Turin, standing on the field, kicking football under the guidance of the two players, and running towards the front.

Bonucci's hands were on his hips, looking at Dirk's hard work, he was already sweating profusely, and Wang Feng, who was his opponent next to him, was naturally sweating profusely.

Dirk's offense was threatening, but not enough.

Every shot of Dirk was ruthlessly dispelled by Wang Feng. The main reason was his finishing ability.

For this Italian college student, it will take some time to practice if he wants to shoot that kind of Ronaldo.

Ronaldo was watching the good show by the side, with a smile on his face, as if he was watching a game, enjoying the whole process of Dirk being blown up by Wang Feng.

Dirk started to sprint, his speed increased a lot, and he seemed very smooth.

Wang Feng was standing next to him, trying to grab the ball with his right foot, and here, Dirk also knew how to dive.

Wang Feng stretched out his foot suddenly, and then, Dirk volleyed, desperately, and the ball went towards the edge of the goal!
The ball hit the inside of the post, and there was nothing Szczesny could do about it.

The football bounced into the net and Dirk was silent for a second: I scored?After fifteen practice sessions, I finally scored a goal?That's it?So Easy?
Then he affirmed, watching a football appear in the gate guarded by Szczesny: Yes, I scored!Yes, fifteen practice sessions and I finally scored!Yes, that's it, it's that simple!
He started to cheer, and slid and knelt on the ground, his mouth formed an O-shape, and roared, as if Ronaldo's professional celebration, he still roared: "GOAL!!"

It can be seen that the Italian student's desire to score goals.

He stood up, and after high-fiving Wang Feng, Wang Feng was about to leave the court, and he needed to rest.

Next, Dirk's special training ended, and Wang Feng began to walk around with a smile on his face.

He saw through the corner of his eyes: Bonucci and Ronaldo are practicing again.He came in front of Yan Yan, but the little girl still held Yan Yan, not allowing him to leave.

Both Wang Feng and Yan Yan understood, and they couldn't help sighing.

"Why, the training is over?" Yan Yan asked, he was still being hugged by the little girl.

"Of course." Wang Feng nodded.

At this time, I saw the little girl took out a thermos cup from her backpack, filled it with warm water, handed it to Wang Feng, and said, "Drink it."

Wang Feng suddenly felt that the happiness came too suddenly.

He took the water glass, but didn't touch his mouth, looking very shy, poured the whole glass of water down his throat, swallowed it in one breath, and immediately felt refreshed.

His eyes are back on the pitch, looking around: Ronaldo, Bonucci, Dybala, Cuadrado, Szczesny...

He counted the number of people, but found that one person was missing.

What about Allegri?Wang Feng was a little puzzled for a moment, and then he heard a commotion coming from the gate.

At this time, the students have just started class, so it shouldn't be the loud noise from the students!

He ran to the front door, and saw a group of reporters from different Italian news channels holding microphones around the front door. The recording pens in their hands had been turned on, and some teams even had a dedicated cameraman.

"Shinji Muchuan, Shinji Muchuan..." Wang Feng heard such a voice.

Perhaps my sense of hearing has gone wrong...

Maybe this player is called "Kikawa" or "Shinji"?
Then, all the reporters retreated, and Allegri stood in front, answering the reporters' questions, and behind him stood a young player wearing a Juventus jersey with a backpack on his back.

He is an Asian boy like Wang Feng, about the same age, maybe a little younger.

Suddenly, Allegri backed away and went to the side to answer the questions of the reporters, and the player showed his figure.

Suddenly, Wang Feng was startled: This player is not Mu Chuan, nor Shinji, but Shinji Mu Chuan!

When Shinji Muchuan saw Wang Feng, his eyes were not as surprised as Wang Feng's. After all, he already knew that Wang Feng had gone to Juventus.

Although AC Milan is now in danger of advancing to the quarter-finals of the Champions League, there is a big gap between them and Juventus.

On both sides, Juventus is buying people frantically, while AC Milan is selling people frantically.

AC Milan's goal this year is to buy a big star, and here Juventus already has a big star, they only need to buy some small players.

"You're here?" Wang Feng was a little surprised. At present, AC Milan already has 2 million yuan, and here they spent tens of millions of yuan to sell Shinji Kigawa. Isn't this money enough?
Shinji Kigawa's net worth is around 4 to 5000 million euros, so basically anyone in AC Milan can buy it!

"Yes, AC Milan sold me here for 4500 million euros." Then, Shinji Kigawa approached Wang Feng and hugged him, but Wang Feng did not extend his hand.

He originally thought that maybe his departure and Liu Haobo's departure might be good news for the overall development of AC Milan, but now, this might not be good.

AC Milan's strikers are basically sold out, so how should they buy now?
The Trident can be disbanded, but now, there are only a few forwards in total. Except for Higuain who has not left, the rest of the players have completed their transfers at the beginning of the winter window.

But now, the Milan Trident no longer exists, and now it is a question of whether AC Milan can have a backup striker.

Wang Feng sighed, pressed against Shinji Kikawa's ear, and whispered, "How is AC Milan doing now?"

Shinji Kikawa replied in a low voice: "I heard that they are going to make a big deal now. They are going to buy Messi, or stars like Mbappe and Neymar."

"But this kind of star is not easy to sign." Wang Feng said, at present, it is very likely that AC Milan's transfer strategy will become a big failure in the end.

"Okay, let's not talk about these things." Shinji Muchuan obviously didn't want to talk about these more sad things, AC Milan is about to fall.

——This is what they know so far.

"Welcome to Juventus." As soon as the words fell, Wang Feng stretched out his hands and hugged Shinji Kikawa.

—— Shinji Kigawa, here we come.

Juventus has another super midfielder like Dybala.

"With me in the next European war, we will not lose." Shinji Kikawa said.

After finishing speaking, Wang Feng smiled and said, "I hope..."

(End of this chapter)