The plane finally took off, and along with the plane, there was also a Chinese boy's dream of football.

Xiangnan looked at the blue sky, turned around, closed his eyes in the seat, and relieved his still excited emotions. The tears he had just held back at the airport slowly slid down. He didn't want his grandmother to see his tears. He had grown up, so don't worry the old man.

However, Ximang was crying loudly. Who knew that this kid was happy that his classic car would not have to be destroyed anymore. In the end, Uncle Alexander gave Ximang a moment, and the kid was at peace.

Xiangnan and Ximang hugged each other tightly, "Take care, buddy!"

Take care of your loved ones!

Albertini did not go back to Italy with Xiangnan. He had done everything he could. He had done enough to meet a Chinese child by chance. "Andre, I wish you success!"

Xiangnan waved his fist, "Dimi, I won't let everyone down!"

The Chinese big boy immersed in the memories of parting did not notice that the passenger sitting opposite him was looking at him with interest.

"Are you Chinese?"

A pleasant voice sounded in my ears, and I looked up to the south. I saw a beautiful and delicate face, charming eyes, slightly raised lips, and slightly raised hair.

Xiangnan was surprised at the beauty of this girl, but to be honest, although Xiangnan has many names in college, we can be said responsibly that our Chinese big boy is still a junior brother, and those are just superficial glitz.

"Yes!" Xiangnan nodded and stopped talking. The sorrow of parting and the longing for the future made Xiangnan no longer have the urge to make friends with the beautiful woman.

The girl was obviously a little dissatisfied with Xiangnan's reaction. She was extremely confident in her appearance. When she met a boy for the first time, she would not be willing to pay attention to her. In the past, no one was sticking to her like an annoying fly. If she hadn't seen that the other party was an Asian and was very interested in Asia, especially China, the mysterious country, she would not have taken the initiative to chat with her.

The girl asked a few more questions, and Xiangnan nodded ignorantly, and yes, the girl was so angry that she pouted her mouth and ignored him.

This little episode did not have any impact on Xiangnan's journey. In his drowsy mood, Xiangnan did not feel the strong resentment of the little beauty opposite. If the eyes could kill people, it would probably be that the Chinese boy would be exhausted before he arrived in Turin.

Finally, Turin arrived.

Turin is the third largest city in Italy and the capital of Piedmont. This ancient city is known as the sweetest place in Italy. Because one-third of the chocolate manufacturing factory in Italy is here, Turin also enjoys the reputation of the chocolate capital. Every chocolate shop has unique skills in making chocolate and cocoa sauce. The most classic ones are Ginger Duodo Cocoa Hazelnut Powder Chocolate (gndj) and Pralina Sandwich Chocolate (prln).

Of course, Chinese boys are not here to enjoy delicious chocolate. For the chocolate city of Turin, half of the city is in heaven and half in hell. After experiencing the pain of relegation, Juventus fans are now living in sweetness. They can sing songs and eat delicious chocolates. The tender butter is slipped through their mouths and hearts. The lips are covered with cream, and the anger of the arch-rivals of Turin fans in the city. The days of Turin fans are not so sweet.

In this city, most of the Turin people are fans of the Turin team, and this situation is somewhat similar to Manchester, England. In Manchester, most citizens are fans of Manchester City, while Manchester United team has relatively few fans.

"Hello, I am Pino from the Turin Club. Welcome, Chinese guy!" Pino's English pouted and stuttered. After saying these words, he smiled with relief.

"Hello, Pinot, I'm glad to know you. You can call me Nan, or Andre." Xiangnan looked at the fat middle-aged man and answered in fluent Italian.

"Ah! Thank God!" Pino made an exaggerated expression, "Go to hell that damn English. I didn't expect your Italian to be so good. I believe Chairman Caillo would be very happy and could save a lot of translation fees."

"I think so." Xiangnan smiled happily. Italians are cheerful, happy and even chattering. It is obvious that Mr. Pinault is like this.

Pino drove Xiangnan and quickly left the airport. No one noticed that a beautiful little girl suddenly appeared, looked at the car away with hatred, stomped her feet hard, and then, a sly smile appeared on her delicate little face.

The streets in Turin are very long, including the narrow roads in the old city that were some of Rome and the wide boulevard built in the 19th century. Looking south at the scenery flashing outside the car window, listening to Brother Pino's endless introduction, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Because Pino introduced not Turin, he introduced Vicenza, his hometown. After hearing Xiangnan's Italian accent, he learned that the Chinese boy had a pair of Vicenza neighbors in Belgium. Pino simply regarded Xiangnan as a long-lost relative.

Italians have a strong rural atmosphere. To put it in an Italian proverb, "The church in your own city is the closest place to heaven."

However, Xiangnan was also very happy. After all, he was just a newcomer, and it was a good thing to have such a kind-hearted "membership". Pino also patted his chest and bragged to Xiangnan. Anyone who dared to bully his Vicenza fellow villager would be unable to get along with him, and would definitely help Xiangnan settle it.

Xiangnan couldn't help but smile. Why did you feel the underworld? You are not in the wrong place? This is Turin, not Naples. (Note: Naples' mafia is well-known)

Because the contract has not been officially signed, the team temporarily arranged for Xiangnan in a hotel. If the contract is signed, they usually find a local person to let the young players live there. The local people are not looking for random people. They must be the hard-core fans of Turin for three generations. They also regard this as the great trust of their own families of the clubs they love.

When he arrived at the hotel, he saw off the chattering Pino, Xiangnan lay on the soft bed all of a sudden. The fatigue after the long journey began to work and he became drowsy in a short while.

In my dream, I came south to the Olympic Stadium in Turin.

Turin Derby

Juventus is like the roaring Kamaira monster

Crazy and raging Kamaira monster

Spraying a lava-like flame

Roaring unscrupulously at the Olympic Stadium

The earth is trembling

At this time

The city hero appears

Brave Chinese players

Like the great warrior of Greek mythology

Hold a spear of graphite in your hand

He is fearless

He is tough and upright

Push the spear tightly into the fire-breathing throat of Kamara,

The arrogant Juventus fell down

At this moment, he is the hero of Turin and the king of the city of Turin!

....

Dingling, unfortunately, the dutiful alarm clock woke up the city hero dream in the south -

After watching the time, Xiangnan jumped up from the bed and was going to the club to try out today. Pino will come here later.
Chapter completed!