Chapter 431 Invitation Letter from East Asia Club
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 431 Invitation Letter from East Asia Club
Returning to Milan International Airport, entering the waiting hall, boarding the plane, turning off the lights and going to sleep, Liu Feng completed this series of activities like a machine. He just left Yuan Xiao as if he had no soul.
It wasn't until Liu Feng heard the flight attendant kindly reminded that the plane was about to arrive in Shanghai that he opened his eyes again on the plane that he regained his state.
In the first-class cabin, he got up and washed briefly, and looked at the blue sky outside the window.
Soon, the plane landed at the airport, and Liu Feng, who came out of the exclusive passageway, met the passengers on the same plane until he landed, and this meeting caused a huge commotion.
"Liu Feng? My God, it's really Liu Feng!!!"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome, it's definitely him!"
Most of the people who took this trip were Chinese returning from Italy. Almost all of them in Italy did not know Liu Feng. After seeing Liu Feng, several male fans rushed towards Liu Feng immediately, ready to get in touch with this big star who is now called the pride of China.
However, Li Peng and the few bodyguards prepared for Liu Feng at the airport quickly extinguished their thoughts. After two staff members stopped the fans rushing past, Liu Feng was led away from another passage beside him.
Of course, due to Liu Feng's great influence in the country, the airport has also arranged a venue for him to meet fans who spontaneously come to pick him up.
Despite being reminded by the bodyguards in front of him, Liu Feng was still stunned by the battle in front of him after walking around a corner.
How to describe this situation, shoulder-to-shoulder fans filled the field in front of them, some of them were holding the Chinese national flag or the jersey of Liu Feng from Piacenza, and what's more, they directly held up the big poster of Liu Feng.
The moment Liu Feng walked out, they uttered a loud cry, and the crowd quickly squeezed forward to squeeze the human-shaped separation line formed by the security guards. If the airport hadn't limited the number of people coming in for safety reasons, this would have been enough for the crazy fans to overwhelm the security guards.
"Afeng! Afeng! Afeng!"
"Super Maple Cowhide!!!"
"Liu~~~Feng, I want to give birth to you!"
……
This is not the first time Liu Feng has heard fans cheering for him. In this season of Serie A, he was even shouted by tens of thousands of people in the entire stadium at the same time.
But this was the first time he heard so many Chinese people cheering for him together. Listening to this familiar language, Liu Feng felt as if he could listen to it.
In Italy, apart from chatting with Yuan Xiao and the others in Chinese, Liu Feng hadn’t heard his native language for a long time. When he was in a good mood, he didn’t rush to see Li Peng who was waiting for him outside. He asked the staff for a pen, and he walked to the dividing line and began to sign names patiently for the fans.
"Liu Feng, you are giving us Chinese people too much face."
"Your last round of five sons' admission is too awesome, my God, I'm kneeling in the living room!"
"Haha, it's okay, okay."
"No, no, the most amazing thing about Afeng is the goal that scored five players in a row. That guy, the old horse said it was good after seeing it!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
After Liu Feng approached the fans, everyone quickly discovered that he was a very approachable star, completely different from the old men in the Chinese Super League. For a while, the fans began to relax and chatted with Liu Feng with a smile.
Liu Feng smiled and signed while walking all the way, his eyes swept across the crowd, and suddenly a jersey with a different style of painting from the hands of other people present attracted his attention.
Looking back at the memory, Liu Feng quickly remembered that it was a jersey of the Golden Lions reserve team. Although there was no name printed on it, Liu Feng recognized it as the jersey he had worn in the first place.
The figure of an old man appeared in his mind, and Liu Feng quickly squeezed over there.
"Young man, remember me?"
After approaching, an old man came into view and soon overlapped with the figure in Liu Feng's mind. That's right, this is the old fan who threw money into the field to mock Sun Shaobo in the last U17 game of the Golden Lions!
"Grandpa, of course I remember. Why did you come to Shanghai?" Quickly helped the old man who lost his balance because he was too excited to press forward, and Liu Feng stood beside him with a smile: "You can slow down."
"Isn't it that we have a big star in Henan, so let's wait and see."
I haven't seen you in two years, but the old man's spirit is still so hale and hearty. After Liu Feng gave him a little support, he stood up straight: "Hurry up, hurry up, sign me quickly. Those old guys of mine always say that I brag to them that I have seen you."
"Okay, okay, don't worry."
Picking up a marker pen and signing his name on the back of the jersey, Liu Feng looked at the jersey in his hand a few times. Although the year in the Golden Lion was not pleasant, it was indeed a period of his career. Now he can look at it very plainly.
"Don't look at so many fans coming to pick you up, don't be proud."
The old man is obviously very talkative. At this moment, his expression is very similar to that of Liu Feng's grandfather preaching to him: "How old are you, and you will have time to be proud when you become a world-class star. Our brothers don't watch domestic games now. Except sometimes when we are too old and can't bear it, we watch your games every week."
"Really? Don't stay up all night. Watching the replays and recordings the next day will not have a big impact." Hehe Yile handed back the jersey, and Liu Feng glanced at the old man in front of him again: "I will have more games in the future, not bad for that one or two."
"Middle, hahahaha." Excitedly glanced at the jersey in front of him, the old man showed a satisfied smile.
"By the way, I haven't asked the old man what your name is?"
"Li Xuan, I'm the veteran of the Liu Feng fan organization in Yu Province. Hehe, we may see each other again at some point."
"Okay, Mr. Li, let's meet again by fate!"
Saying goodbye to Li Xuan, Liu Feng finally disappeared at the end after signing a few more autographs for fans who responded enthusiastically along the aisle. Next, he and Li Peng will go to deal with major domestic media and companies that have already agreed to sign with him.
"How about Xiaofeng, have you felt your popularity in China?"
When Liu Feng and Li Peng sat in the car that had been arranged in advance, Li Peng immediately chatted with Liu Feng with a smile.
"It's really enthusiastic. It's no different from the group of diehard fans in Piacenza." Thinking back to the battle he just faced, Liu Feng laughed from the bottom of his heart: "I really didn't expect to be liked by so many people playing football abroad."
"Haha, China's pride is just for fun. You haven't returned to China and you may not know what level of star you are now. These few days will show you well."
"Uh-huh."
"That's right, there is one thing I don't have. I still need to ask for your opinion." After closing the car window, Li Peng took out an invitation letter: "Here, take a look, because it was added temporarily. I'm afraid you will be too tired, so you can decide whether to go or not."
"Oh?" After receiving the letter from Li Peng, Liu Feng lowered his head and read out: "East Asia Football Club."
"Yes, actually, I suggest you go there, because there is a name behind this club—Genbao Base."
Chapter 2 is sent, thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
Returning to Milan International Airport, entering the waiting hall, boarding the plane, turning off the lights and going to sleep, Liu Feng completed this series of activities like a machine. He just left Yuan Xiao as if he had no soul.
It wasn't until Liu Feng heard the flight attendant kindly reminded that the plane was about to arrive in Shanghai that he opened his eyes again on the plane that he regained his state.
In the first-class cabin, he got up and washed briefly, and looked at the blue sky outside the window.
Soon, the plane landed at the airport, and Liu Feng, who came out of the exclusive passageway, met the passengers on the same plane until he landed, and this meeting caused a huge commotion.
"Liu Feng? My God, it's really Liu Feng!!!"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome, it's definitely him!"
Most of the people who took this trip were Chinese returning from Italy. Almost all of them in Italy did not know Liu Feng. After seeing Liu Feng, several male fans rushed towards Liu Feng immediately, ready to get in touch with this big star who is now called the pride of China.
However, Li Peng and the few bodyguards prepared for Liu Feng at the airport quickly extinguished their thoughts. After two staff members stopped the fans rushing past, Liu Feng was led away from another passage beside him.
Of course, due to Liu Feng's great influence in the country, the airport has also arranged a venue for him to meet fans who spontaneously come to pick him up.
Despite being reminded by the bodyguards in front of him, Liu Feng was still stunned by the battle in front of him after walking around a corner.
How to describe this situation, shoulder-to-shoulder fans filled the field in front of them, some of them were holding the Chinese national flag or the jersey of Liu Feng from Piacenza, and what's more, they directly held up the big poster of Liu Feng.
The moment Liu Feng walked out, they uttered a loud cry, and the crowd quickly squeezed forward to squeeze the human-shaped separation line formed by the security guards. If the airport hadn't limited the number of people coming in for safety reasons, this would have been enough for the crazy fans to overwhelm the security guards.
"Afeng! Afeng! Afeng!"
"Super Maple Cowhide!!!"
"Liu~~~Feng, I want to give birth to you!"
……
This is not the first time Liu Feng has heard fans cheering for him. In this season of Serie A, he was even shouted by tens of thousands of people in the entire stadium at the same time.
But this was the first time he heard so many Chinese people cheering for him together. Listening to this familiar language, Liu Feng felt as if he could listen to it.
In Italy, apart from chatting with Yuan Xiao and the others in Chinese, Liu Feng hadn’t heard his native language for a long time. When he was in a good mood, he didn’t rush to see Li Peng who was waiting for him outside. He asked the staff for a pen, and he walked to the dividing line and began to sign names patiently for the fans.
"Liu Feng, you are giving us Chinese people too much face."
"Your last round of five sons' admission is too awesome, my God, I'm kneeling in the living room!"
"Haha, it's okay, okay."
"No, no, the most amazing thing about Afeng is the goal that scored five players in a row. That guy, the old horse said it was good after seeing it!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
After Liu Feng approached the fans, everyone quickly discovered that he was a very approachable star, completely different from the old men in the Chinese Super League. For a while, the fans began to relax and chatted with Liu Feng with a smile.
Liu Feng smiled and signed while walking all the way, his eyes swept across the crowd, and suddenly a jersey with a different style of painting from the hands of other people present attracted his attention.
Looking back at the memory, Liu Feng quickly remembered that it was a jersey of the Golden Lions reserve team. Although there was no name printed on it, Liu Feng recognized it as the jersey he had worn in the first place.
The figure of an old man appeared in his mind, and Liu Feng quickly squeezed over there.
"Young man, remember me?"
After approaching, an old man came into view and soon overlapped with the figure in Liu Feng's mind. That's right, this is the old fan who threw money into the field to mock Sun Shaobo in the last U17 game of the Golden Lions!
"Grandpa, of course I remember. Why did you come to Shanghai?" Quickly helped the old man who lost his balance because he was too excited to press forward, and Liu Feng stood beside him with a smile: "You can slow down."
"Isn't it that we have a big star in Henan, so let's wait and see."
I haven't seen you in two years, but the old man's spirit is still so hale and hearty. After Liu Feng gave him a little support, he stood up straight: "Hurry up, hurry up, sign me quickly. Those old guys of mine always say that I brag to them that I have seen you."
"Okay, okay, don't worry."
Picking up a marker pen and signing his name on the back of the jersey, Liu Feng looked at the jersey in his hand a few times. Although the year in the Golden Lion was not pleasant, it was indeed a period of his career. Now he can look at it very plainly.
"Don't look at so many fans coming to pick you up, don't be proud."
The old man is obviously very talkative. At this moment, his expression is very similar to that of Liu Feng's grandfather preaching to him: "How old are you, and you will have time to be proud when you become a world-class star. Our brothers don't watch domestic games now. Except sometimes when we are too old and can't bear it, we watch your games every week."
"Really? Don't stay up all night. Watching the replays and recordings the next day will not have a big impact." Hehe Yile handed back the jersey, and Liu Feng glanced at the old man in front of him again: "I will have more games in the future, not bad for that one or two."
"Middle, hahahaha." Excitedly glanced at the jersey in front of him, the old man showed a satisfied smile.
"By the way, I haven't asked the old man what your name is?"
"Li Xuan, I'm the veteran of the Liu Feng fan organization in Yu Province. Hehe, we may see each other again at some point."
"Okay, Mr. Li, let's meet again by fate!"
Saying goodbye to Li Xuan, Liu Feng finally disappeared at the end after signing a few more autographs for fans who responded enthusiastically along the aisle. Next, he and Li Peng will go to deal with major domestic media and companies that have already agreed to sign with him.
"How about Xiaofeng, have you felt your popularity in China?"
When Liu Feng and Li Peng sat in the car that had been arranged in advance, Li Peng immediately chatted with Liu Feng with a smile.
"It's really enthusiastic. It's no different from the group of diehard fans in Piacenza." Thinking back to the battle he just faced, Liu Feng laughed from the bottom of his heart: "I really didn't expect to be liked by so many people playing football abroad."
"Haha, China's pride is just for fun. You haven't returned to China and you may not know what level of star you are now. These few days will show you well."
"Uh-huh."
"That's right, there is one thing I don't have. I still need to ask for your opinion." After closing the car window, Li Peng took out an invitation letter: "Here, take a look, because it was added temporarily. I'm afraid you will be too tired, so you can decide whether to go or not."
"Oh?" After receiving the letter from Li Peng, Liu Feng lowered his head and read out: "East Asia Football Club."
"Yes, actually, I suggest you go there, because there is a name behind this club—Genbao Base."
Chapter 2 is sent, thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)
