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Chapter 204 Defeating Messi
"Hi Yang Luo, can you answer the question just now?"

Since Portugal turned the question to Yang Luo, these reporters would naturally not miss this opportunity, but the only thing the reporters were waiting for was Yang Luo's cute face.

The reporter thought that Yang Luo was distracted, so he repeated it again: "Hi Yang Luo, can you answer the question just now?"

Before the reporter got anxious, Yang Luo became anxious. He quickly turned his head to look at Pires, and acted as if he didn't understand.

Pires understood immediately, and explained it to Yang Luo in English, and the reporters at the bottom immediately understood. It seems that speaking Spanish in front of Yang Luo is basically playing the piano to the cow.

"Can I keep this question?" Yang Luo said.

The reporters below were all taken aback, obviously they didn't expect a 16-year-old kid to give such an answer, but these foreign reporters are still very professional, so they had to give up on the questions that the players didn't want to answer.

"Yang Luo, did you receive any professional training when you were in China?" a black female reporter asked in fluent English.

Yang Luo nodded, "Yes, I have received relatively professional training in school."

"School?" The black female reporter was obviously surprised.

Yang Luo didn't know why the other party looked surprised. He had indeed received very "professional" training in school.

"That's right, football is also very popular in our country. We just finished the national school cup competition last month, and our team won the championship. This cannot be separated from our hard training." Yang Luo Said.

The reporters below were taken aback for a moment. The female reporter just stood up in horror and asked, "You mean nationwide?"

Yang Luo nodded, this is the truth.

"According to China's population of 13 billion, this kind of national competition requires tens of thousands of players?" When the reporter said this number, he couldn't believe it. The population of the city is less than 20, and this national-scale competition can occupy the population of a city. For them, this is simply too terrifying.

But Yang Luo's words made all the reporters present grow their mouths.

"It's worth hundreds of thousands. Our province has tens of thousands of participating players." Yang Luo is right. There are more than 20 teams participating in the Rongcheng city alone, and there are more than 20 teams in the province where Yang Luo is located. There are definitely tens of thousands of people in this city.

So, after Yang Luo finished speaking, the reporters below seemed to be able to stuff their fists into it with their big mouths.

However, some reporters soon changed the topic. Talking about population with China, which has a large population, will undoubtedly lead to a dead end.

"Europe is the stage with the highest level of football competition in the world. Tens of thousands of players dream of playing here, and you are one of the many players. Obviously you are lucky. I want to ask, come here to play. Are you excited about the ball?" asked a young male reporter in a white shirt below.

Yang Luo shook his head. If he wanted to say he was excited, he could only say that he was on the plane when he arrived, because he was kicked out by Portugal on the first night, so the ghost was excited.

Yang Luo's reaction surprised many media below, even Pires and Portugal next to him were a little surprised. Generally, Yang Luo's answer to this kind of question must be "YES", but Yang Luo's answer It is really unacceptable to them.

The reporter who asked the question felt that Yang Luo was just being blunt. Any player who was not excited was clearly lying, but he didn't deliberately try to be serious with Yang Luo, but changed the question: "I believe that in China, you must have seen many The performances of big-name players, which one do you admire the most?"

"Haidong, Qu Xiaobo." Yang Luo said decisively.

The reporters below whispered after listening.

"The name sounds like a Chinese player, but which foreign player do we want to know?" the reporter continued to ask.

Yang Luo didn't even think about this question, and answered directly: "No."

"Don't you have an idol?" The reporter felt incredible. He didn't believe that Yang Luo didn't have one, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Yang Luo smiled, but still didn't deny it. The reporter didn't believe it, so he put it another way: "There are so many superstars in Europe, don't you like any of them? Don't you like Messi and Ronaldo?"

"Messi?" Yang Luo said the name, and the reporters below quickly raised their heads and paid attention, hoping to say what they were expecting from him.

But they were disappointed, Yang Luo's words did not make them happy, but shocked them very much.

"I will defeat him." Yang Luo said.

This remark stunned all the people below, even Portugal and Pires were surprised from ear to ear, "Yang Luo, you know what you are talking about, shut up quickly." Portugal felt that Yang What Luo said was a bit too much, so he stopped in time.

Yang Luo looked at everyone disapprovingly, and said: "Before Barcelona played against Paris, didn't the Barcelona coach also say that he would score six goals for the opponent? Before the game started, everyone thought he was talking big, but he used the result Hit everyone back."

Yang Luo clearly remembered that Andy told him about this matter that night, and Yang Luo thought it was very inspirational, so he wrote it down, but he didn't expect to use it today.

Everyone knows the example Yang Luo gave, but it's two different things. Can Yang Luo compare with Messi?This is almost as ridiculous as the sky falling.

However, these reporters still tapped on the keyboard to record Yang Luo's words.

"Since you have the idea of ​​defeating Messi, it means that you are a person with pursuit. Do you have any other goals besides defeating Messi?" The group of reporters was afraid that the matter would not quarrel, so they asked further.

At this time, Potugal kicked Yang Luo quickly, just because he was worried that Yang Luo, a ignorant guy, would say something wrong again.

But Yang Luo didn't like to talk to each other, he just wanted to talk at this time, and he deliberately said it loudly.

"I want to stand on the highest stage in Europe and become an international superstar that everyone knows and knows. The halo will shine brighter than Messi." When he said this, Yang Luo stood up excitedly, waving shouted with folded arms.

At this time, the reporters below had no expression on their faces, and they all looked at the emotional Asian teenager in front of them.

Potugal and Pires next to him also swallowed their saliva in surprise. They really don't know where Yang Luo's confidence comes from.

Portugal was afraid that Yang Luo would say something surprising again, so he quickly grabbed the microphone and said, "The competition is about to start, and today's press conference is here, thank you." After speaking, he picked up Yang Luo and walked out.

(End of this chapter)