Chapter 471: Kind of

Feng Shiyao's first concert was very successful.
Although the scale is not large, the atmosphere is very good.
So after the concert, everyone had a small celebration together.
Share the cake and the joy of success.
Feng Shiyao was particularly happy at the celebration, and the whole person seemed to be radiating light.
Uncle Zhang is also very happy. He thinks that this concert will be a good start for Feng Shiyao's acting career. Next, new singles, new albums, concerts, variety shows, evening parties... The bright future is waiting for this new singer. He vowed to make Feng Shiyao a new queen of Chinese music!
As an assistant to Feng Shiyao, Xiao Yingying is also very happy. Her eyes always fall on Feng Shiyao, and she is very happy when she sees Sister Feng so happy. Because she knew why Sister Feng was happy.
She is not just happy for the success of the concert...
But she didn't intend to tell anyone, because it was a secret between Sister Feng and the handsome guy. Unless they made it public, she would just be a quiet audience beside her.
She used to like to watch idol dramas, but she didn't expect to be able to watch a live idol drama in front of her at such a short distance. She felt extremely happy.
After returning to the rental house after the celebration, Feng Shiyao could finally have a time and space alone. She took out her mobile phone and found a WeChat message from Gao Zheng: "When did you have so many fans?" The atmosphere of the concert is really warm!"
From an hour ago.
She quickly replied: "Why are you here?"
Soon Gao Zheng came back: "One of my good brothers is your avid fan, he brought me here. I didn’t know that you are so famous now."
"I'll tell you when I wanted to get some results..."
"All concerts, don't you have any results?"
"It's just a small concert for a hundred people..."
"That's also very powerful. I only sang in front of two or thirty people, but I haven't finished singing yet!" Gao Zheng said that after joining the first team of Sampdoria, at the team's welcome dinner, every It’s the team’s tradition for a new player to sing a song in public.
As a result, Gao Zheng was interrupted by the then captain Palombo before he finished singing. If he was really allowed to finish singing, it is estimated that everyone would not be able to eat that meal.
Feng Shiyao certainly knows what Gao Zheng said, because Gao Zheng had said this to her at the time, and she laughed back and forth on the mobile phone, because Gao Zheng said at the time that there was too much sense of the picture.
So she smiled and replied: "I want to hear you sing what you said!"
"No, you don't want it!" Gao Zheng sent an emoji picture covering his mouth.
This emoji picture, coupled with Gao Zheng's words, made Feng Shiyao laugh again and again.
She kept shaking her shoulders and typing her phone with her fingers: "But I really really want to hear you sing, otherwise I'll call you when you're free, you sing on the phone?"
"you sure?"
"I am 100% sure!"
"Something!" Gao Zheng gave a thumbs-up expression.
"You can tell me when you can call you."
"it is good."
Feng Shiyao didn't return, she put down her mobile phone, curled up on the sofa too lazy to move, and flicked the hair in front of her hand with one hand-it was no longer the original short hair, and now the long one can easily wrap around her fingers for several circles.
A long time ago, she hated long hair and always had short hair. For her, short hair is the only way she can resist her mother, reminding her to continue to be tough.
But now she feels that she doesn't hate herself with long hair fluttering, perhaps because she doesn't have to die to the world like before.
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Feng Shiyao thought that he had to wait a long time, because Gao Zheng was a big star, so naturally there were many things to be busy.
But only ten minutes later, Gao Zheng called directly.
After she connected the phone, listening to Gao Zheng's voice there seemed to be reverberation, she asked curiously, "Where are you calling me?"
"WC!"
"Huh...I seem to smell it..."
"Isn't this for better acoustics?"
"Isn't it embarrassing?"
"Hey!"
"Good, then you sing!" Feng Shiyao grinned.
"Do you really want to listen?"
"Of course, I really want to hear."
"Okay, since you asked so sincerely, then I will fulfill your wish..."
Feng Shiyao heard Gao Zheng clearing her throat over the phone, she pursed her lips and waited.
Then she heard a very strange voice, saying that it was singing, not at all, that it was not singing... How can a normal person speak this tone?
The sound was very abrupt, like a thunder in the flat, so that Feng Shiyao shuddered.
Then she almost conditionedly pressed the hangup button...
After hanging up the phone, she froze for a while before she realized that she had hung up the phone, but she didn't call back because she really didn't have the courage...
So she sent a message to Gao Zheng in the past: "Sorry, I accidentally encountered..."
"I understand I understand, I said you wouldn't want to hear..."
Feng Shiyao was lying on the sofa, the whole body of laughter was shaking.
She is particularly sorry now that Apple phones do not have a call recording function, otherwise it will become the biggest black history of big stars.
"Okay, I should go out, otherwise people think I fell into the pit."
Feng Shiyao laughed when he saw this sentence.
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"How did you go to the toilet for so long, Zheng?" Zhao Ju asked curiously when he saw Gao Zheng coming back. "I thought you dropped the toilet..."
Gao Zheng glared at him: "Constipation!"
"Now, you need to eat more vegetables..."
Gao Zheng quickly waved his hand: "Xing Xing Xing, I know, drink more water?"
Zhao Ju nodded: "Yes!"
At this moment, someone was passing by and was saying to his companion: "I just heard someone crying and crying in the toilet just now. I was wiping my butt, and I was so scared that my hand almost shit, shit, shit..."
Zhao Ju looked at Wei Zheng a little strangely after hearing it. Gao Zheng said blankly and pointed to the front: "Watch the ball."
The two were eating supper at a barbecue stall at this time. The boss put a large screen on the projection at the door and was playing the World Cup game. It was a World Cup quarter-final match between Argentina and Switzerland.
There were a lot of people on the barbecue stall, but everyone was attentively watching the ball while eating supper, and few people noticed Gao Zheng and Zhao Ju in the corner.
The powerful Argentina faced Switzerland but were unable to score goals. The ninety minute game was about to end, or 0:0. Messi, who had high hopes, failed to bring goals to Argentina.
Many people sighed at the barbecue stall. Seeing that Argentina missed another scoring opportunity, the popularity of wearing an Argentinian jersey shouted loudly.
Zhao Ju sighed, but it was not because Argentina was unable to score goals: "Chinese fans are wearing shirts from other countries to cheer for other countries..."
"Who wants our national team to play without the World Cup?" Gao Zheng said.
"Big Brother, can I look forward to the World Cup in Russia four years later?"
Gao Zheng knew what Zhao Ju said, and he shook his head: "I don't know, football is a collective sport, and I can't do it alone."
"You can do it, Zheng, you can change the result of the game by yourself!"
"Don't milk, let's talk about it at that time. What can we do even if we enter the World Cup again?"
"That's so different!" Zhao Ju said excitedly. "If our national team can really enter the World Cup, we can definitely set off another football boom in the country. By then, more parents will be willing to send their children to play. If there are enough people to play, our football will definitely become Better! Think about how we were going to play football, wasn’t it because the Chinese team scored in the Japan-Korea World Cup?"
Gao Zheng recalled that, after Milutinovic led the Chinese team to the World Cup, the football craze in China was indeed crazy. A football boy like him has a clear goal and direction of the effort. Everyone is looking forward to playing the World Cup on behalf of the Chinese team one day.
Zhao Ju was also sitting side by side with him in that year, imagining the future of putting on the Chinese team jersey and winning glory for the country, but now he has forever lost this opportunity.
Gao Zheng looked at the Zhao Bureau, still dreaming of the Chinese team entering the World Cup again. He has definitely missed the World Cup, but he has not reduced his expectations and excitement for the Chinese team to enter the World Cup.
Chinese football has hardly left any positive influence on Zhao Ju, but it does not prevent him from still loving Chinese football so much and having expectations and hopes for Chinese football.
As the only one of those small partners who had a chance to play the World Cup, Gao Zheng felt that the burden on his shoulders was heavy.
"Well, I will try to make you see the Chinese team in Russia four years later. It will be time to qualify, and I invite you to watch the game." Gao Zheng said to Zhao Ju.
"Really? Then I can wait!" Zhao Ju smiled happily.
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