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"He won't play in the European Cup."

Honda couldn't help but speak up.

Several teammates were taken aback.

Honda's tone was calm, but tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Are you all so confused by the loss that you've lost your minds?! He's Chinese! Not a European of Chinese descent!"

"If we're going to play, it should be in the Asian Cup."

After saying that.

Honda felt a sudden pang of bitterness in his heart.

Because he suddenly realized.

It really comes down to the national team level.

The person most likely to face Lin Qi in the future.

Not these Italian teammates.

It was himself.

Japan team.

China Team.

Asian arena.

If Lin Qi can bring this form from tonight back to the national team...

Honda only thought about it for a moment before feeling a dryness in his throat.

But soon.

He tried to comfort himself.

The Chinese national team is not Sampdoria, after all.

Sampdoria has a B-team bonus.

There is Torreira.

There is Muriel.

There is a mature Serie A system.

What about the Chinese national team?

Apart from Lin Qi, the other players' level is probably not high enough to really compete with the Japanese team.

At least on an overall level, the Japanese team is still stronger.

Probably.

Honda felt a little better after thinking about this.

But only slightly.

Because Lin Qi's impact on him tonight was too great.

A striker of this caliber cannot be judged using conventional logic.

At this time.

Lin Qi walked over from not far away.

He had just shaken hands briefly with Romagnoli and then nodded to Montolivo.

Honda looked at him.

He hesitated for a moment.

He then took the initiative to go up to her.

He raised his hand.

He gently patted Lin Qi on the shoulder.

Lin Qi turned to look at him.

Honda showed no resentment at the defeat.

On the contrary, they were very serious.

"You played exceptionally well today."

He said it in English.

He speaks slowly.

Every word is very clear.

"This match."

"You deserve it."

Lin Qi was slightly taken aback.

He nodded immediately.

"Thanks."

Honda looked at him.

It seemed like there was still something else they wanted to say.

He paused for two seconds before continuing:

"No matter what."

"You've proven something for us."

Lin Qi looked at him.

Honda lowered its voice.

But the tone was stronger.

"Yellow race".

"It can also be done on this kind of stage."

"He plays no worse than anyone else."

After saying that.

Honda gently patted Lin Qi on the shoulder.

"Thank you."

This moment.

I'm not kidding.

They didn't say anything exaggerated.

One was dressed in red and black.

One was dressed in blue and white.

One suffered a humiliating defeat.

One wins brilliantly.

But in this very second.

There are only two Asian players.

Standing on the lawn of San Siro.

Both sides understand the significance for Asian football.

far away.

The Chinese journalists quickly captured this scene with their cameras.

Japanese journalists are the same.

The flash went off.

They all know.

This photo.

It will definitely appear in many places tomorrow.

……

Lin Qi picked up the bottled water handed to him by a staff member on the sidelines.

Unscrew the bottle cap.

I took two sips.

The cool water went down my throat, finally easing the burning sensation in my chest.

hat trick.

San Siro.

Three to zero.

Only now did he begin to feel a little bit of reality.

The teammates had already started walking towards the away team's stands.

There.

The blue and white Sampdoria fans haven't left yet.

They are still singing.

Still waving the scarf.

They were still waiting for their heroes to come and give their thanks.

Lin Qi screwed the bottle cap back on.

I'm about to catch up.

Just then...

First tier of the stands.

Suddenly a clear voice rang out.

"Lin Sang!"

"Wait a moment!"

"Lin Sang——!"

Lin Qi paused in his steps.

Look up.

All I could see was the edge of the stands not far away.

Watanabe Mayu was standing there.

Holding onto the railing with both hands.

He waved and shouted in his direction.

The camera quickly captured this scene.

on the big screen.

Her sweet face reappeared.

Many fans at the scene immediately started making noise.

Lin Qi was somewhat surprised.

He pointed to himself.

meaning is:

Are you calling me?

Watanabe Mayu nodded immediately.

Her smile was bright.

"Lin Sang!"

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

Lin Qi took a few steps closer.

But we didn't get too close.

He just looked up at her.

"What is it?"

Watanabe Mayu put her hands together in prayer position.

Her expression was a little embarrassed, yet also clearly playful.

"One of my sisters in the group didn't come to the event today."

"But she watched the live stream."

"I'm completely smitten with you now."

She said she's already a fan of yours.

"so……"

Her eyes lit up.

"Could you give her your game jersey from today?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding fans immediately erupted in cheers.

"oh--!!!"

"Jersey!"

"Give it to her!"

"Lin! Don't be shy!"

As if afraid Lin Qi would refuse, Watanabe Mayu quickly added another sentence.

"In return."

"If you ever visit Japan in the future, we can treat you."

"All the girls in our group will treat you very well!"

These words were spoken.

The nearby stands erupted in chaos.

Many male fans immediately started whistling.

Even some of the staff couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Qi looked down at his jersey.

I just finished the whole game.

He was covered in sweat.

It was still covered in grass clippings.

There were even mud marks on his shoulders from when he fell.

He looked up.

He said very seriously:

"Feel sorry."

"This won't do."

Watanabe Mayu was taken aback.

Lin Qi continued:

"These kinds of close-fitting garments."

"I won't give it to someone I don't know."

He spoke calmly.

There was no deliberate attempt to put on airs.

There was no room for ambiguity.

It means rejection.

Clean and tidy.

The crowd that had been making a fuss in the stands were all stunned for a moment.

Then an even louder burst of laughter erupted.

Some people joked about it.

Wow!

"Very principled!"

"Lin! You're so heartless!"

Watanabe Mayu wasn't angry.

She first opened her eyes wide.

It was as if she hadn't expected to be rejected so directly.

Then he immediately made a face.

He stuck out his tongue.

He waved to Lin Qi again.

This little gesture instantly dissolved the awkwardness.

Lin Qi smiled as well.

He raised his hand in a gesture.

Then he turned around and continued walking towards the away team's stands.

In the broadcast booth.

He Wei had already started laughing.

"The director's camera is very sharp."

"We saw that after the match, Lin Qi seemed to have encountered another minor off-field incident."

"It looks like a girl asked him for his game jersey."

Xu Yang smiled too.

"And it's not a regular jersey."

"This is the jersey I wore after playing the entire match."

"To be honest, a jersey you just wore after a game doesn't smell like perfume."

He Wei answered very quickly.

"But they don't mind."

"This precisely demonstrates that Lin Qi's performance tonight has indeed captivated many viewers."

"Especially young girls."

"hat trick."

"She has a clean and refreshing appearance."

"Another match like this played on a stage like the San Siro."

"It's hard not to gain fans."

Xu Yang joked:

"However, Lin Qi seems to have refused."

"You can see that from here too."

"He's not the type of guy that girls can easily get."

He Wei added with a smile:

"Young people have principles."

"That's good."