The next day, there were more reporters at the entrance of the Wolfsburg training base. Yi Zhe easily identified Koreans among these reporters with Asian faces.
There was no difficulty at all. When he appeared, the crowd could hear the sound of Smecta exchanges smelling of spicy cabbage.
This was a surprise and surprise. Originally, he was planning to do something, just to compete with the stickmen through the media, but he didn't expect that he would actually dare to come to the door and call for battle.
He stopped and took a look at the crowd. He didn't know what these sticks were trying to do... After eating too much kimchi, not only did his mouth spray acidic water, it seemed that his brain was not working very well!
Yi Zhe suddenly felt lucky that as a Chengcheng native, he had not had the habit of eating pickled vegetables since he was a child.
But his glance caused a strange agitation among the reporters, and those Korean reporters immediately started yelling.
"It's Yizhe Smita! Oh! He saw us Smita!"
"He didn't even look at the Chinese! Did he realize his identity? Smecta!"
"This is the truth! How can the Chinese cultivate geniuses? The Republic of Korea is invincible in the world!"
"Ah...it's a pity that Yi Zhe can't restore our nationality now! Will the Chinese call him into the national team? If he joins the Chinese team, he will no longer belong to us. What should we do, Smecta!!!"
A group of stickmen yelled, and the Chinese reporters nearby quickly stepped aside and collectively drew a clear line with them. This was a basic operation. Of course, there were a few reporters who could understand a few Korean sentences, and their expressions immediately became alienated.
anger.
"Yi Zhe has always been our player! Guys, although you like to steal, you can't steal this thing!"
"Despicable Chinese! We protest! You only steal! Steal our genius!"
"Haha, when it comes to robbery, you are not as good as you! The whole world knows what you did in the World Cup in Japan and South Korea! Can your players still play in Serie A?"
"That's the result of our hard work! Chinese people who can't even qualify for the World Cup qualifiers, what qualifications do you have to speak? Moreover, we protest! 2002 is the World Cup between Korea and Japan. How can the great Republic of Korea be ranked behind the Japanese! You want compensation
Loss to our reputation!"
Yi Zhe was training inside, and two groups of reporters at the base gate had already begun to fight, and even the security personnel at the base gate were a bit unable to hold them back.
However, this guy Bendtner is not kind either. Yi Zhe just asked him casually in private. As a result, "Which country is Yi Zhe from?" became a hot topic in the locker room.
Of course, most of the guys believe that Yi Zhe is Chinese, but there are always some people who want to cause trouble, like Perisic.
"Based on my experience, Yi, I cannot rule out that you are Korean."
Yi Zhe stood up in a hurry, pushed Perisic into the corner, and stared at him: "Ivan, if you can't give me a hundred reasons, be prepared to bear the consequences."
Yi Zhe's joints cracked loudly, making Perisic turn pale with fright: "Okay, Yi, this is just a joke, your talent is really not like that of Chinese players... uh... I believe it!"
Now I believe you must be Chinese! I know you know Chinese Kung Fu, you are better than Bruce Lee!"
Yi Zhe let it go. When the training was over, Bendtner seemed to be able to imagine what might happen to Yi Zhe. He came over and asked: "Yi, do you need my help?"
Yi Zhe smiled and quickened his pace. He was just going to cause trouble, so how could he bring an oil bottle with him?
At the entrance of the training base, a group of reporters surrounded him, and it was the Korean reporters who got in front.
"Yi, it will be the international match day soon. Have you received the recruitment letter from the Chinese team?"
"No." Yi Zhe shook his head.
A group of Korean reporters were even more ecstatic, but soon a Chinese reporter shouted from behind: "Yizhe, don't fall for the stick! The national team roster has not been announced yet!"
Yi Zhe heard it and shrugged: "You heard it, this is the truth."
But his words were quickly interrupted. It was obvious that the Korean reporter did not want to give him a chance to speak more: "Yi, since you were born in Gangwon Province, you should choose to return to our national team. This is obviously a better choice."
Yi Zhe smiled coldly. If he hadn't known what was going on, he would have said it was an eye-opener!
Is this deceiving people and deceiving themselves into lameness in the end? Is it deceiving people and deceiving yourself into being a fool in the end?
The Chinese reporters were just about to form a counterattack when they saw Yi Zhe directly showing off his original ID card, with the Chinese national emblem clearly visible on the front, and Yi Zhe's photo on the back. It was guaranteed to be a fake.
This time it was the Chinese reporters' turn to look confused. Who would have thought that Yi Zhe would take out this thing and that Chinese players would carry their ID cards with them when training in Europe?
If they knew that the real reason was that Yi Zhe was worried about having an accident when applying for a passport in another country in the future, they would probably marvel at how powerful a genius' mind is.
But at this time, Yi Zhe pointed to the Chinese characters on it and said to the Korean reporters who were speechless for a moment: "Look clearly... Oh, yes, you may not know Chinese, let me tell you, I was born in Bashurong, China
City, do you know where it is?"
None of the Korean reporters answered.
"I don't know? That's good." Yi Zhe faced the camera and continued: "You should know bj, right? The road mileage from my hometown is 2161 kilometers. Do you know what that means? The peninsula is 500 kilometers long from north to south, that is to say
Going from your home to the capital in the north is called cross-border travel in your country. In China, it doesn’t even count as intra-provincial travel. According to the pace of express delivery there, one express bus can cover your whole country, right?"
There was a commotion in the crowd, as the Chinese reporters tried their best to hold back their laughter, and they all heard that Yi Zhe was starting to get angry.
"Yizhe! I protest! How dare you discriminate against us, the Republic of Korea!"
The Bangzi reporters suddenly became furious.
But Yi Zhe blinked his eyes and continued, seemingly unreasonable: "You say I'm Korean, that's such an honor! I can actually be robbed by you like our famous Chinese poet Li Bai! But we didn't rob you.
Pass Son Heung-min.”
The Korean reporter immediately seemed to have caught a bug: "Of course Son Heung-min is from the Republic of Korea! Yi, now you also admit that the Chinese are good at dark methods?"
Even the Chinese reporters were nervous. They couldn't think of how to respond. They were afraid that they would lose it!
But Yi Zhe looked at him calmly and smiled: "During the Ming Dynasty in China five hundred years ago, Korea had always been a vassal state. The first emperor of Korea was Zhu Song, the twentieth son of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang. In Yongle Five,
In 1391, he was granted the title of King of Korea... By the way, at that time, the entire peninsula was called Korea, which was the country's name given by Zhu Yuanzhang, our Ming Taizu. As for what you call the Republic of Korea now, the life span is a few years younger than my grandfather.
Moreover, the Republic of Korea has used Chinese characters for a long time in history, and it was not until after World War II that the current Korean language was used. Sir, if you don’t believe it, go back and ask your grandfather, he should be able to teach you how to read and write. So, it seems that we have to naturalize Son Heung-min.
, will it be more realistic than what you want from me?"
As soon as Yi Zhe finished speaking, the crowd in front of him was silent for ten seconds, and then cheers and applause broke out from the Chinese reporters.
The eyes of all the Chinese reporters present changed and they said they had never seen anything like this.
They have the impression that most players can only spit at each other in the face of media counterattack, but Yi Zhe has completely jumped out of this circle.
