super sharp

Chapter 50 A Subtle Mindset

When Mu Jianfeng returned to his apartment, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

After finishing his physiotherapy with Jovetic, he ran to the restaurant and had dinner together before going home separately.

Ever since he signed for Guo Ru and knew that there were many fans of him in China, Mu Jianfeng felt light all the way, as if he was stepping on cotton.

During the meal, Jovetic laughed at his rogue-like smirk, which looked a little perverted.

But Mu Jianfeng was not angry, but still happily finished his meal, and then hurried back to his apartment impatiently.

After finally returning home, Mu Jianfeng wanted to calm down. After absently throwing a few clothes into the washing machine, he couldn't control himself anymore and connected to the domestic network, and entered the domestic forum to search for news about himself.

"Let me see how you flatter me!"

Mu Jianfeng opened the page of the website while whispering to himself.

First, the major media websites. After he clicked on the Serie A section of the sports category, almost every sports-specific website had news about him.

These news headlines are extremely exaggerated, trying to attract readers' attention as much as possible.

"A genius of Chinese descent was born!"

"Savior! Chinese geniuses saved Viola!"

"Goals in a row! Yaofeng's growth history!"

"Reflections on Youth Training Caused by Chinese Geniuses"

"Arsenal sent scouts to pay attention to the new Chinese star in Florence!"

"The five most embarrassing goals in this round of Serie A, the Chinese striker is on the list!"

Mu Jianfeng was dazzled by the news headlines, but he clicked on all the headlines shyly in excitement.

"I'll go. As far as I'm concerned, why do I feel that I'm even more genius than Messi and Ronaldo! Could it be that I'm really a rare genius?"

While Mu Jianfeng was excitedly watching the praise of him in the news, he was talking to himself with a blushing face.

Seeing the almost mythical praise of him in these news, Mu Jianfeng enjoyed watching it, and at the same time, the sense of shame in his heart became even stronger.

However, Mu Jianfeng also had to admire the supernatural powers of these media. He even saw an article that even got all the photos of him in the college league!

This surprised him for a while, and he thought about it carefully in his mind. It seemed that he hadn't done anything shady, and then he ran to close the QQ space settings and delete some privacy, and then he came back Continue to read online reviews.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at the result, it will make you mad when you look at it.

I don't know if the author of the article built a trumpet to bring rhythm to these comments, or there are really so many people who look down on him. Anyway, the positive and negative trends of the comments are basically [-]-[-]!

Some ridiculed Mu Jianfeng for scoring goals with his face, some ridiculed that he was just lucky and stupid, and some ridiculed that he played football because of luck.

Anyway, the meaning in the comments is that he is just a lucky guy touted by the media, scoring goals is completely due to luck, and he will soon become Mr. Nan Guo.

Seeing these, Mu Jianfeng was furious, and created a small account to comment many times, but these comments obviously missed the golden period of enthusiasm, and soon disappeared without even arousing a wave...

This made Mu Jianfeng's teeth itch with hatred, feeling that his original good mood had been ruined.

He angrily closed these news comment areas, and went to the forum to look again.

The comments here are relatively objective. Some posts sort out his information and summarize his playing style and habits.

Some of the netizens' comments are very impressive, some point out that his basic skills still need to be improved, and some point out that his shooting method is too single.

These comments made Mu Jianfeng feel as if he suddenly realized after combining his usual coach's training arrangements.

Finally, he paused, then clicked the mouse on the familiar penguin icon, and connected to QQ, which he hadn't logged in for a long time.

As a result, the moment I logged in, I was harassed by countless "dangdang", "didi" and "cough cough".

Mu Jianfeng clicked on the history message in the lower right corner, which had become a mini dialog box, and felt that the computer froze for a moment, and then a lot of pop-up windows popped up.

After a quick look, some of these pop-up boxes are from several class groups, and some are from classmates and friends who had a good relationship with them before.

A lot of the content was surprised that he was so good at mixing, and many friends left messages to cheer and encourage him.

After looking at almost every message, Mu Jianfeng picked a few people who usually had a good relationship, and left a message to reply to the other party.

After finishing these, look at the time, it is already ten o'clock in the evening.

Since he started professional football training, because his training is very hard, he rarely sleeps after 10 o'clock in the evening.

But today I don't know why, the excitement in his heart made him not sleepy at all, and he always wanted to chat with someone and listen to people's flattery.

But Italy time is almost 6 hours behind BJ time, and now [-]:[-] Italian time is equivalent to [-]:[-] am BJ time.

During this time period, even many night owls are asleep.

As for Italy, there are very few discussions about him on the Internet.

Call Jovetic about this?hehe……

Call Sammy to show off?He still can't do it...

Just like that, Mu Jianfeng lay on the bed, thinking wildly for a while, then took out his mobile phone to look at domestic forums, and then thought wildly for a while.

When he finally fell asleep, he didn't know what time it was...

……

"Jingle Bell!!!!"

The morning alarm bell was blaring diligently.

Mu Jianfeng grabbed the alarm clock and pressed it, then he felt his head was groggy, his eyelids seemed to be stuck with glue, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly remembered that he had to train today!
"Wow!"

With a scream, Mu Jianfeng exerted force in his abdomen and sat up suddenly, then rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, then jumped up quickly, grabbed his clothes and put them on!
Looking at the time, it was less than half an hour before training!
This forced Mu Jianfeng to wipe his face sloppily, completed all the preparatory work before going out in 5 minutes, picked up his bicycle and ran out the door.

When he came to the street, he was blown by the cold air, and Mu Jianfeng, who was a little more clear-headed, stepped on his bicycle and headed towards the stadium at high speed.

But when Mu Jianfeng, who didn't even have time to eat, came outside the training ground, he was very sadly stopped by a group of yellow-faced fans.

These turned out to be fans of Mu Jianfeng among the local Chinese overseas students!

But at this time, Mu Jianfeng couldn't be happy in time. While pushing his bicycle towards the locker room, he shouted loudly in Chinese:
"Sorry! Sorry! Please make room, I'm going to be late! I'll make time tonight! I promise to sign each of you! Please let me go!"

Amidst Mu Jianfeng's screams, the onlookers saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so they had to get out of the way dumbfounded, and then watched him run away.

Mu Jianfeng almost ran all the way to the locker room, grabbed his clothes, and rushed to the training ground.

But when he ran outside the training ground, he saw the head coach, Mr. Prandelli, had stepped into the training ground with a look of despair.

And this proved—he was late! ! ! !

Seeing this, Mu Jianfeng didn't care to take a breath, and ran towards the court, thinking of God's blessing in his mind.

"Sorry, coach, I'm late!"

Since it was the first time he was late, Mu Jianfeng didn't see Jovetic who was giving him wild winks in the crowd, but directly apologized.

"I……"

Hearing Mu Jianfeng directly admitting that he was late, Jovetic smiled wryly, covered his face and sighed...

Prandelli looked at Mu Jianfeng, who was out of breath, with a strange smile on his face. After a while, he turned his head to look at Jovetic and said:

"Didn't you say that Mu's sneakers were broken and you went back to the locker room to change?"

Hearing this, Mu Jianfeng was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Jovetic who was covering his face and looking at him helplessly.

"Sorry, coach..."

Jovetic saw the head coach's unkind expression, and quickly apologized.

Prandelli waved his hand to stop Jovetic's apology, raised his eyebrows, pointed to the runway beside him and said:
"Stefan, you don't need to explain, I understand you. But this does not affect the price you have to pay for it. Go, run laps with Mu."

"Yes! Coach..."

Jovitici glared at Mu Jianfeng viciously with a bitter face, then turned his head and walked towards the training ground.

Seeing this, Mu Jianfeng also had a wry smile on his face, and then he followed Jovetic towards the track.

(End of this chapter)