"Wang Qi, China?!!! China!"

The Chinese students in the stands thought that Wang Qi was a Japanese player. They wanted to see what the player was named, so they looked at the big screen of the stadium.

They saw Wang Qi's name and nationality, but they couldn't believe their eyes.

This is an era of information explosion, but they had never heard of Wang Qi's name before, nor did they know that there was another Chinese player in Fiorentina, which surprised them very much.

Since Ma Mingyu landed in Italy at the beginning of this century, there has never been a Chinese player in Italy.

Serie A is one of the top five European leagues, why don’t Chinese media know about this news?

That's why they thought Wang Qi was a Japanese player.

"Who is Wang Qi?"

But no one can answer them.

Chinese students were both confused, surprised, and very proud. Finally, another Chinese player has landed in Serie A!

"Domestic media are shit-eating, and they have never reported this young player!"

Someone cursed indignantly.

"God! This is a historic moment! This is the first time that the Chinese have stepped onto the Serie A stadium!"

An international student shouted out in surprise, and his companion beside him asked in confusion: "No, right? Didn't Ma Mingyu play football in Perugia?"

The international student said in a positive tone: "Yes, this is a new history! This is the first time that Chinese people have entered the Serie A arena. Although Ma Mingyu was in Perugia, he has never been to the Serie A field!"

The international students were excited and witnessed a new history of Chinese football with their own eyes.

As confused as home fans, there were also reporters on the sidelines, who looked confused: "Who has the information about this young man?"

A young Fiorentine journalist finally found his presence, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "When it comes to this Chinese player, I still have a lot of impressions. He was still participating in the Youth League four days ago."

Oh, so that's it...

What?

Youth League?

Why not the Reserve League?

A reporter from Milan asked in confusion: "He was promoted directly from the youth team to the first team?!!!"

The young Fiorentine reporter did not directly answer his question: "When it comes to this young player, he is a horror figure in the Youth League, scoring twenty-five goals in the 16 rounds of the game! He has the title of 'terror killer' in the Youth League!"

Finally found something proud, he began to introduce Wang Qi incessantly.

Finally he said: "So after watching the game against Milan Youth Team, the Serbs decided to transfer Wang Zheng to the first team at that time, but they did not expect that the Serbs value Wang so much that they would give him a chance to play."

He sighed and said, "But the timing of the game is wrong. Now Zi Lily is so passive and is behind in the score..."

After listening to the introduction, the reporters' curiosity disappeared immediately, and even immediately forgot the young Florence reporter who had been talking nonstop just now, and immediately focused on the court.

Although it is a big miracle and a report point for this young player to be promoted directly from the youth team to the first team, but... well, I admit that I am anti-Chinese, but even if I am not anti-Chinese, what can Wang do when he is on the court at this moment?

By the way, this may be Mikhainovic's way to divert the media's attention!

On the court, Wang Qi stood on the sidelines waiting for Sefirovic.

Sefirovic, who started the game, performed averagely in this game. His most brilliant moment was when he made a quick counterattack and passed the football to Babaka who was open. However, Babaka's shot was saved by the brave Buffon.

"come on!"

Sefirovic gently patted his shoulder while hugging Wang Qi.

In his opinion, Wang Qi is not his competitor.

A little guy who has never played in the reserve team before, posed no threat to him.

"Thank you for your hard work! I will work hard and I will score goals!"

Wang Qi nodded and replied.

Goal?

Well, OK, boy, I'm optimistic about you.

Sefirovic's mouth raised slightly, not believing Wang Qi's words at all.

...

"The king is here! Look! Look!"

The dormitory of the Florence youth team, more than 400 kilometers away, became lively in an instant. Four days ago, when Wang Qi left, the news that he would play in Serie A on the weekend was soon revealed by his teammates.

Of course, many people don't believe it.

It is already a miracle to be able to directly enter the first team. How could it be possible to play as soon as you enter the first team?

Although they didn't believe it, they still watched the live broadcast of the game with all kinds of thoughts.

At this moment, they were extremely surprised to see the guy who was their teammate four days ago on the court.

"The king did not lie to us, he really came on stage!"

After confirming again, Wang Qi's roommates were very happy.

"Damn it, he actually came on stage!"

The players of the local gang have complicated expressions, some are jealous, and some are surprised...

At this moment, a surprised voice sounded from the dormitory of youth teams in various places in Italy:

"God! What did I see? Isn't that a 'terror killer'?"

"Damn it, when did he get into the first team?"

"I heard a few days ago that he played a big foursome in the match against Milan!"

"That's great. I'm still thinking about how to curb this guy the day after tomorrow. Now I finally have no need to get a headache!"

"Go to the first team? OK! That's great!"

"This damn guy is finally gone! Should we go have two drinks tonight to celebrate?"

...

Allianz Arena, the game will begin immediately after Wang Qi comes on the court.

Wang Qi ran wildly towards Chiellini who was holding the ball. His blood was boiling. He had been waiting for this moment for eighteen years!

Of course, Chiellini did not give Wang Qi a chance to steal, and when the two were three meters apart, he transferred the football to Grosso on his left.

Wang Qi immediately adjusted his direction and rushed towards Grosso!

"Bang!..."

Grosso immediately passed the football to Sissoko directly in front, and Wang Qi immediately changed direction and rushed towards Sissoko...

"What is this? A headless fly?"

After learning that Wang Qi is a Chinese player, some Juventus fans' impression of Wang Qi has changed.

"Come on, let's cheer him on!"

"good!"

"Shhh!..."

Boos appeared in the stands, and the boos began to spread immediately.

When Chinese students heard the booing, their faces turned pale. A round-faced student fully demonstrated his spirit of Ah Q: "Those who can be booed by Juventus fans are all big-name players..."

The other people breathed out and nodded repeatedly. Who said that was not the case?

The commentator of Turin TV station said with a smile: "This young player was very excited after he came on the court and pressed desperately, but... it didn't seem to be effective."

Mikhainovic, who was standing in the command area, looked gloomy. Damn, how did you treat a young player?

He looked at Wang Qi, who seemed to be unaffected by boos on the field, Wang, just treat these boos as shouts...

Then, the Serbs shouted at the other players on the field: "Press! Quick! Press!"

He wanted to clear Wang Qi, and at this time, Fiorentina had to press frantically to steal the football and get an opportunity to attack.

On the court, I don’t know if it was Wang Qi’s behavior that affected other teammates, or because the coach gave the order, Fiorentina became active and pressed wildly.

Two minutes later, they snatched the football through pressing.

"Bang!..."

Marco Donadale passed the ball with a diagonal pass to Wang Qi on the right.
Chapter completed!