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Chapter 432 The Prince's Due Treatment

Emery specially called Gao Yuyang over and showed him the fax sent by the Chinese Football Association.

"Sir, this..."

Gao Yuyang wanted to explain, but Emery interrupted him with a smile.

"First of all, congratulations, Gao, is this your first time selected for the national team?"

"Yes, sir." Gao Yuyang replied honestly.

"World Cup qualifiers... No wonder, with the strength of the Chinese team, you must be the most important role, but Paris also needs you. And if you want to go back, you will lose a round of the league in vain."

Gao Yuyang took a deep breath and was not surprised by Emery's attitude at all. Although he was selected for the national team for the first time, he had heard and seen a lot of rumors about the club and the national team. But some things have to stick.

"I will finish the next league game against Lyon. As for the next round of playing Lorient... it's just a relegation team. Paris will have no problem without me. Angel Di Maria, Edinson Cavani... would be perfect in my role."

Emery shook his head with a smile: "Is that so? If so, they should have stepped up that night at Camp Nou."

Hearing the head coach's response, Gao Yuyang frowned slightly.

At this time, Emery raised his head and stared at Gao Yuyang's expression, showing a sly smile, and deliberately said: "Gao, I can agree with you to leave early, but we must win the next game against Lyon."

"You have to score!" Emery held up a finger.

"Sir, please rest assured."

"Hat-trick!" Emery raised his voice as he stood up.

"Okay, sir!" Gao Yuyang gritted his teeth and agreed.

"If you can't do it, you have to stay and arrange it according to our schedule." Emery's tone slowed down, but he still looked at him seriously and said.

……

The atmosphere of the Boulogne bar is the epitome of the Paris fan circle. The carnival of miracles has not yet dissipated. Just at this time, Lyon, the old rival of the league, came to the Parc des Princes.

Page and his friends have been in a state of excitement these days.

"The unlucky Lyonnais came at just the right time!"

"Master's refreshment is not over yet!"

"Hahahaha! Then let us explode the Lyonnais' eggs!"

"Let's go!"

A group of people were already in high spirits, and they were about to march to the stadium, but at this time Page called to the young people who were passionate: "Wait a minute, let's ask Labru, how this guy behaved recently good."

Many fans snorted coldly: "This guy, I don't know what he is doing!"

"Has he been here all this time?"

"I heard that it has been three days. He has been shutting himself in the small room inside. The ghost knows what he is doing-maybe the inspiration of genius has come and he is creating!"

"Genius inspiration? Hahahaha! This is the best joke ever!"

"Poor third-rate singer, low-rate 'master', hahahaha!"

A group of people took Labru Nkuku, who was holding the guitar in a godlike manner, as a talking point. Page was just about to knock on the door of the back room, but at this time the door was suddenly knocked open, and a loud laugh came out.

"Hahahaha! It's finally written! It's finally written! It's a perfect work! A perfect work!"

LaBrue rushed out suddenly, and the originally noisy bar hall suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at him, this guy's image was really eye-catching.Her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and her lips were surrounded by dense ink dots, even her lips were the color of ink.

"Hahahaha! Labrue, did you drink the ink?"

"It's not funny, Labrue!"

Page also came over at this time, frowning: "Are you going to go like this? La Brue? It's best to make it clear that appearing at the Parc des Princes represents the image of Paris!"

"Hahaha!" Nkunku held his guitar, raised his hand and waved at everyone: "Are you going to cheer like this? Who are we? It's 'Boulogne'! The largest and most authoritative fan organization in Paris! Do you just shout 'PSG' like those ordinary fans? Hahaha, idiot!"

Page frowned: "It's better to keep your mouth shut, Labrue, is it wrong for us to call PSG? We will always be the most solid backing of Paris! If you can't come up with a reason to convince me, you can start here now Get out!"

"Ha ha!"

Labrou leaped onto the high stool holding the guitar in one step, looked around everyone, and said: "The most important player in this Paris team is Gao, he can bring us victory, is that right? "

He raised his voice, and there was a sudden silence in the bar. Someone interrupted and asked, "Even so, Labrue, what do you want to say?"

"Hehe!" Labru turned to look at Page: "Valin, I remember that Gao is the king of Paris and the prince of the Parc des Princes. You said that, right?"

Page nodded: "I admit this."

Labrue reached out and slapped a piece of paper in his hand on the bar counter. In fact, he probably wanted to slap it directly on Page's face, and turned around to glare at everyone.

"Since we recognize him as our prince, but don't give him the treatment he deserves. What kind of true followers of Paris are you? Isn't Gao worthy of our cheers for him?"

Page picked up the piece of paper at this time, saw the dense text and music scores on it, and looked at Labrue's eyes changed.

"La Brue, you wrote this?"

Labrue raised his head proudly: "A real Parisian fan should be like this, Valin, let me show you my level, are you satisfied?"

Page didn't answer him, his gaze was completely on the piece of paper, he raised his head after a while, and greeted everyone excitedly: "Stop drinking! Come here!"

Everyone in the bar stopped their movements. Although many people didn't understand, Page's voice still worked after all.

"La Brue, sing it to us all! With your greatest passion!"

The guitar sounded, and Page lifted the atmosphere with his thick voice.

“In the capital of great romance!”

"In the holy Parc des Princes!"

"The Prince of Greater Paris is here..."

……

At the Parc des Princes after the miracle, Gao Yuyang's personal elements are almost as much as the banner of Paris.

Photos, No. 29 jersey, giant TIFO...

The home game against Lyon, when Gao Yuyang walked into the stadium, the DJ on the scene led the shouts with the loudest decibels: "Let us welcome the greatest hero of Paris, who will lead Paris to victory and victory—"

"GAO! GAO! GAO!!!"

The stadium was filled with such noise for a while, but it was far more than that.

"Cheer me up, Labrue has done a good thing this time, using our voices to influence this stadium-this is the Parc des Princes, we have real princes!"

(End of this chapter)