Since 1998, I have been the godfather of football

After 2 transfers and nearly 40 hours, at 2 pm local time, the flight of Qin Feng and the three landed in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia.

Walking out of the Zagreb Presso Airport, the local overseas students hired by the Liaodong Club in advance were already waiting there.

The international student's name is Zheng Wen, wearing black-rimmed glasses, he is a little shy in dealing with others.

After receiving Qin Feng and others, he didn't say much greetings, but just led the way to the parking lot.

Not long after, Zheng Wen drove out of the airport in a white Renault.

In Zagreb in April, the temperature has reached more than ten degrees above zero. Qin Feng took off his coat and carefully observed this strange city.

Croatia, which just emerged from the flames of war two years ago, is not as devastated as Qin Feng imagined, and the people are in constant panic.

On the contrary, the whole city is quiet and peaceful. The afternoon sun shines on the streets, and the eyes are orange-yellow.

There are many cafes on the street, and many local residents are sitting in the open-air seats, chatting and laughing to enjoy afternoon tea.

The light breeze carried a faint aroma of coffee, coming in through the open car window.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, and the fatigue of the journey seemed to be relieved a lot.

At this time, Zheng Wen, who was driving, asked in a low voice: "Mr. Qin, shall we rest in Zagreb for a day, or go directly to Zadar?"

Qin Feng and the others left in a hurry and did not have time to communicate the details with Zheng Wen, so Zheng Wen did not know the details of Qin Feng's itinerary.

Qin Feng turned his head from the co-pilot, and the old handsome Shang Yin was leaning against the back of the chair and taking a nap. The long flight had made the old man exhausted.

Looking at Zhou Xiaochun again, he was looking out the window, eyes full of longing.

Qin Feng smiled, and there is no rush to introduce Modric for a while, don't worry about not doing anything in the end, you will get tired first.

Besides, Zhou Xiaochun should be allowed to wander here.

"Take a rest day, we will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" Zhou Xiaochun cheered after hearing Qin Feng's words.

"I said Mr. Qin, let's go directly..."

Shang Yin on the side opened his eyes and reminded in a low voice: "Time waits for no one. The supplementary physical fitness test stipulated by the football management department is at the end of the month. If you miss it, even the best players will not be able to play."

Uh……

Qin Feng patted his forehead lightly, almost ignoring this.

The football management department stipulates that all players participating in the Longguo Professional League must run 12 meters in 3100 minutes before the start of the season, otherwise they will be banned from playing.

This strange regulation has caused many players a headache, and many foreign players even complained that Longguo did not choose football players, but track and field athletes.

In fact, in recent years, many foreign track and field athletes have come to make trouble.

It is said that it has been successful...

Counting the days, there is only half a month left before the last supplementary physical fitness test.

Time is really tight.

"Listen to Shang's guidance and go directly to Zadar to rest."

Apologetically, he glanced at Zhou Xiaochun, and Qin Feng made the decision.

Although Zhou Xiaochun was a little disappointed by this, she didn't say much, and she could still understand the priorities.

Zheng Wen agreed, and the car turned left, heading out of the city.

Zadar is a port city in western Croatia, less than 300 kilometers away from Zagreb, and is a famous tourist city in Croatia.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the car drove into the city of Zadar along the coastline.

Opening the car window, the gentle sea breeze was blowing, watching the seagulls flying around the fishing boats in the port under the light, Zhou Xiaochun, who was a little depressed, was very happy and let out a giggle.

The car passed the Roman Forum, bypassed the famous St. Donatus Church, and finally stopped in front of a small restaurant.

Several people got out of the car and filed in.

The diners in the restaurant immediately cast curious eyes.

The oriental faces of the four people are indeed a bit strange for this small city with a population of less than 5.

Because Qin Feng was on crutches, he was taken care of by the waiter, which made him uncomfortable.

Qin Feng doesn't understand Croatian at all, and the locals' English is not very good, so all the work of ordering food is left to Zheng Wen.

Ten minutes later, the food is on the table.

Looking at a large plate full of mussels and carpaccio, Qin Feng and the others were in a daze.

Doesn't it mean that the portion of western food is small?

The amount of this dish is comparable to that of Northeast Longguo.

Before he could recover, another large plate of grilled tuna rolls was served on the table.

While being amazed, the voice from the bar at the door attracted Qin Feng's attention.

"Luka, hurry up and clean up the table, hurry up!"

Luca?

Qin Feng couldn't understand other words, but he could hear the word Luka very clearly.

Could it be the Luka Modric I was looking for?

Could it be such a coincidence?

Qin Feng turned his head, and a thin boy dragged a huge tray the size of a table, and turned out from the back kitchen.

The boy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with blond hair softly attached to his forehead, his brows were slightly wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and his eyes were slightly sad.

It's him!

Qin Feng put down the knife and fork, walked over with a cane, and said in English: "Hi, Luca!"

Hearing the sound and turning his head, Modric froze for a moment, then asked in a low voice in English: "Sir, do you know me?"

"I'm here to find you!"

Looking at the shy boy in front of him, Qin Feng showed a harmless smile.

"You work here? I thought I had to go to Zakar Football Club to find you."

"I work here at night."

Taking a step back to distance himself from Qin Feng, Modric asked doubtfully, "Did you come to find me on purpose?"

"That's right, I'm from Longguo, and I'm the chairman of Liaodong Football Club!"

Qin Feng directly stated his intention, "I want to invite you to play in the Liaodong team."

"Dragon Kingdom? Liaodong team?"

Modric showed a confused look, these two terms were too unfamiliar to him.

For a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Just as Qin Feng wanted to explain, the proprietress at the bar shouted again.

"Luka, I didn't hire you to chat!"

"understood."

Shrugging helplessly at Qin Feng, Modrici walked aside holding the giant tray, and neatly piled up all the tableware on the three tables.

Messy dishes piled up on the tray like a hill.

"Hey!"

Modric gritted his teeth, lifted the giant tray, and swayed into the back kitchen.

This pile of pots and pans plus that big tray must weigh more than 100 catties, right?

Qin Feng clicked his tongue.

This kid Modric looks thin and dry, but his strength is really not small.

Seeing that there was no chance to say anything more, Qin Feng returned to his seat.

"Mr. Qin, who is that child?"

Before Qin Feng could sit still, Shang Yin asked first: "Don't tell me, he is the foreign aid you are looking for!"

Zhou Xiaochun was also puzzled and said, "That's right, Qin Feng, he doesn't look like a player."

Not knowing how to explain it for a while, Qin Feng simply said: "You can't judge by appearance, go to the team tomorrow, and you will understand after watching him play football."

After speaking, he grabbed the knife and fork and continued to eat.

Neither Shang Yin nor Zhou Xiaochun believed Qin Feng's words.

The two looked at each other, sighed and shook their heads in unison.

It can be seen that neither Shang Yin nor Zhou Xiaochun have much confidence in Modric.

In less than 30 minutes, the meal was over, Qin Feng paid the bill, and the meal cost 180 Croatian Kuna.

The currency value of the Croatian Kuna is about the same as that of the Dragon Country. The cost of this meal is extremely cost-effective in Europe.

The four of them sat for a while, but Modric didn't show up again until Qin Feng drank the last sip of beer in his glass.

Let's talk about it tomorrow!

Not knowing when Modric will leave work, Qin Feng simply gave up the idea of ​​talking to him again.

According to Zheng Wen's instructions, put 20 kuna in the bill folder as a tip, Qin Feng and the others walked out of the restaurant.

Zhou Xiaochun stretched his waist and shouted that the food was delicious.

Old handsome Shang Yin didn't care about this, and kept saying that it was far worse than Chinese food...

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Qin Feng and his party came to a small hotel.

Zheng Wen went to check in.

After more than 5 minutes, he turned back with two keys, one to Qin Feng and the other to Shang Yin.

Qin Feng was startled, "Zheng Wen, only booked two rooms?"

Zheng Wen was also stunned.

"Four people, two rooms, isn't it just right..."

He looked at Qin Feng, then at Zhou Xiaochun, the meaning was obvious, don't you live together?

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