Posillipo District of Naples, commonly known as the Bay Area.
The sea breeze blew the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom and crackled, and Sanchez woke up from the bed in the bedroom at home...
At last night's Christmas party, he drank some wine and came back late, forgetting to close the sliding door on the balcony.
After getting out of bed, putting on a coat, he walked out of the bedroom and came to the balcony, with the blue sea in the distance.
The sea in Naples is as blue as the sea in northern Chile, but there are no cargo ships that sail by from time to time, and there are more outlines of peaks and mountains on distant islands.
Unknowingly, he has lived here for almost half a year and is used to it.
Even sometimes, he has blurred the scene when he lived in Chile.
The only thing I still remember is to remind myself that I can't go back to the past no matter what.
This is what drives him to work hard on the court!
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When he first came to Naples to rent an apartment, he fell in love with this three-story detached house by the sea and halfway up the mountain at first sight.
The house is a bit old, and the decoration is not particularly high-end, but it is clean, tidy and comfortable, and you can see the sea as soon as you go out, just like in your hometown.
His mother, family and stepfather loved it so much that they lived on the second floor, leaving him alone on the third floor.
My younger brothers and sisters are studying in nearby schools, which is also arranged by the club.
Sanchez still remembers that when his family came to Naples, Gao Shen came to visit him and told him that no matter what, he had to let his younger brothers and sisters continue to study so that they would have a way out in the future.
Sanchez and his mother agreed with the head coach's words, and even though his younger siblings were somewhat reluctant, they still allowed them to enroll.
He hoped that they would be able to go to college, find a decent job, and establish themselves in Italy and Europe without having to go back to Chile.
Of course, he felt that if he saved a few more years and had money, he could live comfortably when he returned to Chile.
The gap between rich and poor is too big there.
Teammate Vidal has a very clear plan. He said that after making money playing football in Europe, he will go back to Chile to buy a large farm, hire a lot of workers to work for him, and concentrate on being his farmer after retiring.
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Sanchez thinks this is a good idea, but he still hasn't figured out how to be a qualified farmer.
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After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went down to the second floor. Before I even got out of the stairs, I heard my brothers and sisters arguing.
School is on holiday, and these little guys are all at home, currently studying the game console he brought back last night.
When it comes to studying, they are all far behind, but when it comes to playing, these guys are all geniuses. They don't need anyone to teach them, they know how to figure it out on their own, how to wire, how to debug, they can do better research than you.
proficient.
Seeing how enthusiastic they were, Sanchez stopped going to join in the fun.
When I went down to the first floor, I happened to see my mother and stepfather standing at the door of the house, chatting.
"What's wrong?" Sanchez walked over curiously and asked.
He noticed that there was a very special gift box on the table in front of his mother.
"You're awake." My mother heard the voice, turned around, and said in surprise, "Your head coach is here."
"Really?" Sanchez was very surprised and looked around, but where could he see anyone?
"Gone again." Mother said quickly.
Sanchez frowned, "Why didn't you call me?"
"He didn't let me go. He said he had nothing to do and came over to give gifts."
As he said that, his mother and stepfather gave way, and they happened to see that particularly popular gift, with an eye-catching Chinese knot on it. The Sanchez family didn't recognize it, but they always thought it had a very good meaning.
"He said that this is their Chinese rule. They always visit and give a gift during the New Year. He was afraid that Christmas would disturb us, so he sent it over in advance today. I opened it and saw that it was tea and a porcelain tea set.
And a bottle of wine.”
Sanchez stepped forward and gently touched the outer packaging of the gift box, feeling warm in his heart.
Last night, he didn't hear that the head coach would come to visit.
When he thought of this, he quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, found Gao Shen's number and called him.
"Hey, are you awake?" As soon as the call was connected, a deep and hearty laughter came from the other side.
"I just woke up, boss, why didn't you call me when you came?"
"It's nothing."
"Where are you? I'm going to find you."
"Out of the city of Naples, my God, Paul Cannavaro lives so far away." Gao Shen said with a wry smile.
Sanchez couldn't help but laugh too.
The boss is going to visit the players one by one.
He remembered Gao Shen mentioned that in Chinese schools, teachers seemed to do this, and they called it home visits.
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When Sanchez called, Gao Shen had indeed left the city.
I have to say that this is a big project.
The game console last night was arranged by Gao Shen and paid for by the club. Today's game console was his own choice.
He asked Su Qing in China to help prepare the gift. The price didn't matter. After all, it was a New Year's gift for his players. It would be better if it had some Chinese characteristics.
The problem is, there is a bottle of Moutai inside.
This is unbearable.
Gao Shen was so impulsive that he wanted to take out the Maotai from the gift box and replace it with something else. He would then treasure the Maotai for more than ten years and take it out later. He would definitely make a fortune.
Su Qing does not understand the value of Moutai at all.
Is this gift box filled with Moutai?
No, that’s gold! It’s China’s core technology!
In the end, Gao Shen endured it and sent Maotai away.
But every time he gave away a bottle, Gao Shen would secretly curse in his heart: What a prodigal bitch!
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Strictly speaking, this is Gao Shen's first Christmas after traveling through time.
In his memory, he spent Christmas last year alone in a rented house in Madrid.
There was really nothing he could do because he was alone at the time.
Now, of course he is not.
Many people invited him to spend Christmas with them.
For example, Carlo and his wife invited him to go back to Madrid with them; Lucas also invited him to go home with them; and Sanchez and other players who stayed in Naples also invited him to stay with them.
Even Saki called him and asked him if he wanted to spend Christmas together.
But all these were politely declined by Gao Shen.
On Christmas Day, he stayed at home alone and played games.
World of Warcraft also has a Christmas event. As soon as the advanced little knight Zidane went online, he saw that familiar figure waiting for him at the door of the bank in Ironforge.
Mourinho.
No need to guess, this shadow priest is Su Qing.
"Why are you here? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mourinho sent a private message.
Zidane replied: "There is a jet lag, I just woke up here."
"Hurry up, I will take you to refresh your red equipment today. You should have changed your old equipment a long time ago. I have never seen you so lazy. You spend all day either fishing or cooking." Mourinho complained.
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Zidane sent him a smiling face, got on the plane directly in Ironforge, and flew to the South China Sea.
On the way, he sent another private message to Mourinho: "How high is your Cesc Fabregas?"
"Almost forty."
"..." Zidane was speechless.
Gao Shen began to reflect, was he too salty?
In fact, he had already played a round of World of Warcraft before, but now that he plays again, many things have changed.
This time I mainly played with Su Qing, and the condition was that Gao Shen would name all of Su Qing's characters.
For example, her priest is named Mourinho, her mage is named Cesc Fabregas, and she has a druid named Van Nistelrooy. Gao Shen also has an elf druid named Adriano, and
A warrior named Gianluca Zambrotta...
In his previous life, naming his character after a football star was one of his great pleasures in playing World of Warcraft.
The same is true now.
Although Su Qing was speechless, she still listened to his words.
In World of Warcraft, Mourinho does much better than Zidane.
There is nothing I can do, I can't handle the fact that I have so many classmates.
At the beginning, Mourinho and Zidane slowly worked their way up from the North County Abbey and depended on each other. Mourinho was responsible for the hands-on work and Zidane was responsible for the brainless milk. The flash of light seemed to be free of money.
But later, for some reason, his classmates found out, so Mourinho started to get on the happy upgrade train. He was guided all the way, and the level was just like taking off. After reaching the full level, he started to level up all the way from Molten Core
When you get to Blackwing Lair, you won’t miss any of the best equipment, and you’ll be using Dark Priest all the way.
Zidane has no way to play group games. He is busy on weekdays and can only play online from time to time. Fortunately, he doesn't care about the level. He can go fishing, cook and other things, and he can live a happy life.
Mourinho asked him for his number several times, saying that he would help him upgrade and later help him assign a team membership, but Zidane refused.
As a last resort, Mourinho could only practice the mage's trumpet, which is Cesc Fabregas. He said that it is faster for the mage to lead people to level up.
"I've studied the upgrade route. Don't go cooking or fishing today. Follow me all the way. After you finish buying the red equipment, I'll take you to kill monsters and do upgrade tasks. You must raise your level as soon as possible." Muri
Neo ordered.
Zidane nodded solemnly, "I listen to you, special Mr. Mourinho."
So, that day, at the gate of the Horde Undercity on a certain server in World of Warcraft, you could see a funny Alliance Paladin named Zidane, riding a free pony, running swaying all the way through the city.
On the road, the green-faced and fanged tribesmen were very curious. From time to time, people would come over and grin at him, as if they wanted to eat people.
Zidane was speechless. The other party couldn't understand what he said, so he could only pretend to be fierce with his actions. In the end, he was killed by a shameless thief lurking in the dark.
There is no other way, just run away from the corpse.
"I miss Zidane, who was bullied like this in World of Warcraft." Zidane complained.
Mourinho rode her little black horse, giggling all the way.
God knows, why didn't those tribes attack her?
"Mourinho, go back to Ironforge, I want to fight you!" Zidane cried sadly.
What makes Zidane even more depressed is that these shameless people who bullied the trumpet actually guarded his body...
Damn, I just want to see Bloody. Is it necessary for you to be like this?
There is no other way, just drag the body.
In this way, Zidane kept running, kept dying, and kept resurrecting...
After finally dragging himself to the entrance of the Scarlet Monastery and getting rid of the abuse from the shameless tribe, Zidane began to encounter brutal and cruel NPCs.
