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Chapter 239 1st Birthday in Paris

Chapter 239 First Birthday in Paris

Gao Yuyang was not afraid of big troubles, anyway, he left after getting three points.

There is still a celebration banquet waiting for him when he returns to Paris.

At Nkunku's house, Laura serves up a steaming plate of chicken tacos.

"Gao, congratulations on scoring in your first game."

Fagoli returned home with a flushed face, shaking a bottle of champagne: "Gao, try this tonight."

Gao Yuyang smiled and shook his head: "I'd better try the pancakes made by the teacher, Uncle Fagoli, professional players can't drink alcohol."

Fagoli laughed and became more and more satisfied with Gao Yuyang: "A player with self-discipline can go further. Gao, I believe you will have great achievements in the future, but it does not hinder the enjoyment of the present. This is what the French dedicated to the winners Ritual. Don't worry, authentic wine from Champagne in France is not the same as vodka in Russia, and strong baijiu in China. Oh! I know it's called... Maotai? Haha!

Fagoli poured a small glass for Gao Yuyang, and said: "Professional players must abide by the rules, but the fun cannot be restricted by the rules. How many nightclubs has Wayne Rooney visited in Manchester and London? Ha! Don't be nervous."

Nkunku was also excited beside him, booing: "Gao, don't pay attention to those rigid rules and regulations, you are so good! Tell me how did you score that goal?"

Nkunku smiled and picked up the champagne bottle in front of Gao Yuyang and was about to take a sip.

Gao Yuyang rolled his eyes, he finally understood, he learned all this from the old man.

"Hey, Chris! You're not here, put down the bottle!"

Nkunku directly protested: "I protest, Dad, why only give Gao? We are all professional players, this is not fair!"

Fagoli educated his son confidently: "Some players do not need to accept the rules and regulations, but that only applies to talents like Gao. How many people are there in the history of Paris who scored in the national derby in their debut? Chris, you should know! Before you can get regular first-team minutes, most regular professionals still have to play by the rules."

Nkunku looked at the chicken roll in front of him, and suddenly felt that it was not delicious.

But the little guy was just dissatisfied with his father. After eating, he pulled Gao Yuyang into the room, and the two continued to play games.

Gao Yuyang smiled, let alone, Nkunku's character is really rare, much better than some characters who make excuses to make people around them flirt.

With the permission of Teacher Laura, as a goal reward for the national derby, there is no class tonight, so the whole night...Gao Yuyang is almost studying with the prince.

"Gao, now I think you have the strength to be the starter!"

"What were you thinking before that goal?"

Gao Yuyang answered casually: "Did you?"

"I don't believe it!" Nkunku pressed the handle violently, and Gao Yuyang in the game also took a long shot and hit the stands directly: "Look, even a master like me can't kick it out in the game!"

"My ability value is so low, Christopher, do you think this is appropriate?"

Gao Yuyang directly took the game console, re-set his own ability value, increased his jumping ability, header and shooting, and became popular all the way: "This is the reality, Christopher, is it appropriate for you to give yourself a comprehensive ability of 99?"

Nkunku snatched the game console back and looked at Gao Yuyang with displeasure: "Gao, you have already scored in the national derby, and ordinary players are not allowed to have a good time in the game? Haha! Take a look-I Nkunku pass to you, high, shot - GOOOOOAL!!!!"

"cut!"

……

After playing the national derby, three days after the next game in Paris, there is nothing to do in these two days.

After training on the first day, Gao Yuyang continued to go to the team's training room and smash the footbonaut system.

Now he can quickly kick the ball from any direction into the designated goal, but he has practiced proficiently, and Gao Yuyang always feels that there is still something missing.

But Gao Yuyang didn't have time to think about it. After the training, he received long-distance calls from his father and Jiachun's sister, and he realized that he had forgotten one thing.

Before training the next day, Gao Yuyang specifically found Blanco and told him his intentions.

"Huh? Today is your birthday? Congratulations, Gao, happy birthday!"

That's right, after scoring his first goal in Ligue 19, Gao Yuyang celebrated his [-]th birthday and his first birthday in Paris.

After the training, Gao Yuyang announced the news in the locker room, and everyone cheered.

"Ah! Gao, why didn't you say it earlier? I didn't even prepare a birthday present!" Captain Thiago Silva said.

"Thiago, we are all teammates, there is no need to play those tricks." Gao Yuyang looked very easy-going.

"But Gao, there are so many of us, are you planning to let everyone go?"

Di Maria hesitated for a moment and asked, "Gao, can I, an Argentine, come? I have never had a chance to experience the taste of Chinese food."

Gao Yuyang knew why he asked this question, and replied with a smile: "I am inviting everyone as a Paris Saint-Germain player...Sir, why don't we come together?"

But Blanco didn't accept the invitation: "I'm going, can you guys still eat well, Gao? It's a young people's event, and I only have one request - I don't want to see any drunk standing tomorrow In front of me!"

The last ones who accepted the invitation were Nkunku, Thiago Silva, Marchinhos, Verratti and Di Maria. The ingredients were simply "United Nations guest group", but no one had eaten Chinese food.

Gao Yuyang went to Paris Chinatown the night before and found a Chinese restaurant called "Jixiangju".

Since he was inviting a group of crooked nuts, Gao Yuyang had to come up with the most culturally distinctive things after thinking about it.

The restaurant is antique, the low stairs are painted with mahogany with Chinese characteristics, and various Chinese classical ink paintings are hung on the walls of the entire restaurant.

"Boss, is this really a restaurant? Is it an art gallery?"

The boss, surnamed Zhang, is a bold man in his thirties from the capital of China. When he heard Gao Yuyang's words, he smiled and said, "Oh, golf king, you are just joking! Let me tell you quietly, this is all a lie. For foreigners, they don’t understand anything anyway... Don’t rush to leave after eating, take a photo, and I’ll take down all the paintings.”

Gao Yuyang smiled. He didn't expect to meet his fans here. He was a little embarrassed: "Are you sure? I'm not Chinese yet... Are you sure you won't recruit gangsters?"

Boss Zhang didn't care: "It's not a matter of time! Let me tell you, I am also a loyal user of the APP you endorsed. Isn't it because of that? Tell you, if I were the chairman of the Football Association, the first thing It’s just to find a way for you to get a nationality! It’s more effective than closed training!”

When it was time to serve the food, the boss personally brought it to Gao Yuyang's table, and said with a smile: "I heard that your hometown is from the Northeast? Try it, the chef from the Northeast of our shop makes pancakes with stewed fish in an iron pot, authentic Ussuri River dishes. Fish, let’s see if it tastes like back home.”

Several other people couldn't stop drooling, especially Nkunku, who was too challenging to use chopsticks, and wanted to take pancakes directly from the side of the pot.

Gao Yuyang's hairs exploded - he is so ruthless, he is not afraid of being scalded!

His attention has not been on eating, although the boss's taste is indeed delicious, but he is staring at a pair of couplet-style calligraphy on the wall behind him.

Eat the flavors of the world, and the dishes are rivers and lakes.

Feasting guests from all over the world is like life.

The content is on the one hand, Gao Yuyang looked at the brushwork, smiled and looked at the boss: "Boss, your calligraphy is good."

Boss Zhang smiled: "It seems that the news is not fake, our golf king is really knowledgeable, hahaha!"

Gao Yuyang smiled and shook his head: "Knowledge is not counted, and the king of the ball is even more unworthy, and this word is not qualified to comment on my half-baked level. It seems that the boss is hiding something."

Boss Zhang smiled and waved his hands: "I don't have these two things. He is our old man. He has no other interests, but in this Chinatown, there are basically cultural activities during the New Year and holidays. He likes to mix it up the most. And. Hehe, come over when you have time in the future, and eat at my place at half price anytime."

Before Gao Yuyang had time to agree, Thiago Silva suddenly shouted: "Ah! Such delicious food, it's a waste to eat like this."

He ran out of the box and came back within 2 minutes, followed by the waiter, carrying a whole dozen of beer.

"Captain, you can't drink! Have you forgotten what the coach said?"

Thiago Silva laughed: "Don't bother with those! Can you get drunk with this kind of wine? For us, it's just bubble water."

"It's the same for us Italians!" Verratti also booed beside him: "Gao, I've drank German beer, it's so high, a pinch, hahahaha, this little beer, what a joke! Come on, Gao, Happy birthday!"

"No! No!" Gao Yuyang sternly refused.

"Huh? Gao, this is boring." Nkunku stood up with a basket of beer and walked to Gao Yuyang: "I heard my mother talk about Chinese hospitality etiquette. Our guests were not happy oh!"

"Uh……"

"Come on, Gao, hahahaha!"

On his first birthday in Paris, Gao Yuyang couldn't help but catch the ducks on the shelves, but in the end Gao Yuyang didn't quite know how he left, and the room was full of wine bottles.

(End of this chapter)