In this exclusive interview with Oriental TV, Zhang Yang said whatever he said, without hiding it at all.

Oriental TV attaches great importance to this interview. He Ping, who picked up the plane in several games, was a person in charge of the TV station and was responsible for the interview almost throughout the entire process.

Hearing Zhang Yang say this, He Ping gritted his teeth while joking. This kid is nothing he dared not say. However, he likes Zhang Yang's temper very much. He had previously interviewed domestic players, and they all hid each one, and they praised him a lot and criticized him more. How could he have such a true temperament?

A staff member was breathing in the backstage. This kid was really brave enough to say that although everyone knew the dirty things in domestic clubs, it was like a broken bucket. It was too late to wrap it, and no one dared to expose it.

"Aren't he afraid of the Football Association banning him?" Someone said worriedly.

"I'm afraid of a bird." Liu Zhi, who was picking up the plane at the time, curled his lips, "How to ban it? They played football in the French Ligue 1 giants, Marseille. What can those people from the Football Association do to ban it? Is it the following to ask Marseille to ban Zhang Yang? Ha."

The staff member also understood the situation. I said why is this kid so fearless? He is so fearless. He is so confident. Now he just cares about firing the cannon and extinguishing the fire.

Oriental TV Station’s interview with Zhang Yang was a successful interview and an excellent interview. The interviewers and the interviewees were very happy.

"Zhang Yang, what did you think in the face of the Marseille media's doubts? Are you angry?"

"I'm angry, of course I'm angry. Why don't I be angry? As for what I think, of course I'm scoring a goal. I scored a goal. They continued to say, I scored two goals, three goals, and more goals. Who dares to say it? Now they are just praising me?" Zhang Yang said with a smile, with a bit of a young and successful look.

He Ping and others were also sighed and excited. Looking at Zhang Yang's vigorous appearance, this is what a young man should have. What Chinese football lacks is this kind of vitality and domineeringness.

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At the end of the interview, Zhang Yang suddenly asked when he shook hands with everyone, "This interview will not be banned, right?"

He Ping was about to talk to Zhang Yang, but his mouth opened wide and said, "How can this kid speak? How can the broadcast be banned? Otherwise, what will we do when we interview you?"

"It can be broadcast, of course it can be broadcast. The press is free. Besides, there is no content that cannot be broadcast."

Zhang Yang smiled, the very bad smile, the wicked smile. The few people on Oriental TV were watching gritted their teeth. This expression was too much, so they deserved to be beaten.

Then a few people suddenly felt it. They also interviewed many people, including some heavyweight international players of the national team. However, they were not so natural and were completely business-related. Zhang Yang was different. This interview was more like chatting and having a happy chat. Zhang Yang seemed to have no awareness of being a big star. It was very natural and honest, and it could even be said that he was still a naughty young man.

It is such a young man who has achieved success in the country, and his future is expected.

After the work talks, He Ping was the host, and several people accompanied Zhang Yang to have a meal. He did not mention the chat and laughter during the meal, and then took Zhang Yang from Shanghai Railway Station to the train home.

Several people watched the train start on the platform and slowly disappeared from sight, feeling a little.

Zhang Yang, I wish you more and more success.

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When I arrived home at one stop, a girl came up and sat opposite Zhang Yang.

Girls are very beautiful, but what makes people most moved is that girls look very shy and are pitiful. It is said that men are macho and they have a conscious interest in pity for everything that can arouse their desire to protect.

The girl was holding a book in her hand, while reading the book, but secretly glanced at Zhang Yang from time to time, and then she made many mistakes. Zhang Yang thought there was nothing, but she couldn't help but become suspicious. He looked at his body and saw that there was nothing dirty. The trademark on the suit had been taken off and he would definitely not make a joke. Well, he touched his face, huh? It seemed that a pimple appeared. Could it be that this thing caused the problem?

When Zhang Yang finally couldn't help asking, the girl spoke, her voice was like a mosquito buzzing. If Zhang Yang hadn't been paying attention to the girl's "highly vigilant" he wouldn't have heard it.

"I remembered it, I know you, you, you are Zhang--" The girl pointed at Zhang Yang with a delicate finger, looking shy and surprised, "Zhang--" seemed to be angry that she couldn't remember it. It was so rude, so the girl patted her little head.

"Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing, and he stretched out his hand.

The girl was stunned for a moment. She probably didn't have the habit of shaking hands with others. She stretched out her hand and then retracted it. Then she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. She gently shook Zhang Yang and said softly, "My name is Xia Yu." Xia Yu stuck out her tongue, "I'm sorry, I can't remember your name just now."

"Nothing." Zhang Yang smiled. The girl was so innocent. She apologized to him. Even if she didn't remember her name, what reason did she have to blame her? It's not that the two of them were old acquaintances. Zhang Yang was not so arrogant that she thought others had to know her name. Face was given by others, not what she wanted. He had long understood this principle.

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"I'm afraid I remember you're an athlete." Xia Yu said happily, then shook her cute little head, "Are you playing basketball?"

Uh-Zhang Yang was speechless. After saying this for a long time, the love was the wrong person.

"Hehe." Seeing Xia Yu covering her little mouth and laughing, Zhang Yang realized that she had been teased. This girl was so shy when she didn't know her just now. This feeling reminded Zhang Yang of how timid and pitiful the little sparrow my aunt gave her when she was a child. Now that she has just met her, she will joke and her courage has become bigger.

At this moment, the radio on the train rang, prompting the passengers on the train to arrive at the station location ahead.

"I'm going to the station." Zhang Yang said reluctantly. This is not to say that he has that meaning to this girl, but this girl should be the first friend he met by chance after returning to China. Zhang Yang has a nostalgia and it is natural to be reluctant to let go.

The girl said 'ah', then panicked and found a notebook from her small backpack, frowned, and looked very cute. It was obvious that she took her notebook very seriously, then blushed, turned to the last page, handed it to Zhang Yang, and handed it over to a pen.

"Can you sign me?"

"Of course." Zhang Yang smiled. This was his first time signing an autograph for domestic fans. Well, is this girl his own fan? Zhang Yang shook his head, he didn't know. It should be, he was a little expectant in his heart.

Zhang Yang signed his name very seriously. Then he paused for a moment, then wrote down a number on it and handed it to Xia Yu, "This is my number in Marseille. If you have time to go to France, you can make this call. I am the host and I will definitely treat you well."

"Yeah." Xia Yu nodded, her face turned even more red, and she said in a voice that she could only hear, "I will definitely go if I have the chance."

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"They said you are very arrogant, but I don't think so." Xia Yu held her cute little chin and frowned, as if she was trying to stand up for Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing. He was afraid that he would scold people when he mentioned this, which would ruin his good image, well.

At this time, many passengers who were about to get off the train had already started to act. Zhang Yang looked at the time and stood up. He took off his suitcase from the luggage rack and then stretched out his right hand.

This time, the girl did not hesitate and stretched out her right hand and shook hands with Zhang Yang very seriously. Her eyes were full of effort to look at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Goodbye."

The girl didn't say goodbye, but just said no. When she saw Zhang Yang walking out with her suitcase for more than ten meters, she suddenly plucked up the courage and said, "Goodbye, I hope you can see you again."

Zhang Yang did not look back. He pulled the suitcase, waved his hand, and disappeared among the crowd.

Xia Yu's mood became depressed. She held her chin and looked out the window. In an instant, a smile appeared on her face, and her whole body was full of youthful and beautiful expressions. Zhang Yang got out of the car. He stood on the platform, waved at him, with a sunny smile on his face, then turned around and disappeared into the crowd, dragging his suitcase.

"France, Marseille." The girl murmured. Her fists were clenched tightly. She suddenly smiled happily.

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After Zhang Yang got off the train, he waved goodbye to the direction of the train where Xia Yu was. He didn't know if the adorable girl could see him, but he felt it was necessary to wave his arm. At this time, he regretted that he didn't have the shamelessness to ask the girl for the phone number.

Forget it, we met by chance, just passers-by. Why do we want so much to do? I am a football player abroad, and the chance of meeting this girl again is too low.

At least, two strangers met and had a happy chat, which was great.

He walked out of the station with his suitcase and found his father's tricycle not far away as he went out. Zhang Yang quickly shouted loudly, "Dad, I'm here." Zhang Yang called home in advance, and his dad was waiting for him here.

My father didn't hear it at the beginning, and he recognized it until Zhang Yang shouted a few more times. He looked at his son wearing a suit and tie and dragged his beautiful suitcase, cracked his mouth and smiled, "Boy, I'm back."

My father is old.

When I left, my father didn't have so much white hair on his head, and now, he has a lot of new white hair. Seeing my father wearing a thick coat, it was a military coat. This military coat was very warm. My father used to pay a month's salary. At that time, in order to send Zhang Yang to the football school, my father rode a tricycle to carry Zhang Yang. The father in front of him was wearing a not-so-thick cotton coat. Zhang Yang was sitting on the tricycle, wearing this military coat that was very big for him.

Zhang Yang felt a little uncomfortable, full of bitterness. His outfit was so conspicuous at this time. No, so dazzling. The old military coat on his father was not matched with Zhang Yang's suit and ties no matter how he looked.

Dad, you have been working hard all the time. He said bitterly in his heart.

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The station is a small station. Most of the trips to and from the county town are three-wheeled, and there are few taxis. The father kept greeting people all the way, saying that his son was back and that he would not do his business today.

Only then did Zhang Yang realize that in addition to helping his mother's small shop, his father's tricycle also drove three-wheeled passengers part-time.

December in the north is already very cold, and the wind blows on the face like a knife cuts. Looking at my father's old face under the wind and frost on his face, Chang Yang's nose feels sore.

Zhang Guodong is a well-known honest man. He is cheerful and has difficulties of all kinds and is willing to help. Therefore, he has a very good reputation. When he saw the second boy of the Zhang family coming back, all the masters of all kinds come to say hello, and his father seemed very happy, and he was very happy from the bottom of his heart.

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Along the way, many people I knew greeted my father.

After the tricycle passed, people could still hear people's comments. The second boy of the Zhang family came back. He played football in France and made a lot of money. Lao Zhang was lucky.

I have a lucky chance to see what the second boy is wearing and what Lao Zhang is wearing. If my son is rich, he may not be happy as a father.

Zhang Yang's face was immediately hot, and he felt extremely uncomfortable and panicked. He felt guilty, and he just thought it was enough to save money to help his family pay back. However, if you ask yourself, he really rarely cares about his family's lives, and he really rarely lives his family's lives.

He is now full of guilt.

"Dad, let's go to the Damiao and buy you some clothes."

"If you don't go, why do you have too much money? I still dislike my dad for embarrassing you." My father drove a tricycle and said without looking back.

Zhang Yang didn't dare to speak anymore. He looked down at his suitcase. In the box, he bought a watch for his father, which was a few hundred euros. It was considered a very luxurious watch in his hometown. However, he now felt that it was better to buy a down jacket for his father. He felt that he did not really understand his father's life. A down jacket that can keep warm and look good is far more suitable than a luxurious watch.

The wind was very strong, and Zhang Yang could feel the coldness of the north wind when he sat on the tricycle. Through the small glass window, he saw his father's back driving the tricycle against the wind. His tall and large back, under the rings of time, was a little hunched over.

Dad, you used to be the thickest and strongest backbone behind your son.

From now on, your son will be your backbone.

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Chapter completed!