Returning to Milan International Airport, entering the waiting hall, boarding the plane, turning off the lights and going to bed, Liu Feng completed this series of activities like a mechanical one. He just left Yuan Xiao, as if he had no soul.

It was not until Liu Feng heard the flight attendant's kind reminder that the plane was about to arrive in Shanghai that he opened his eyes again on the plane and found that he had regained his condition.

In the first class cabin, he got up and washed up briefly, and looked at the blue sky outside the window.

Soon, the plane stopped at the airport. Liu Feng, who walked out of the exclusive passage, met a group of passengers on the same plane until he landed. The encounter caused a huge commotion.

"Liu Feng? My God, it's really Liu Feng!!!"

"Oh my god, it's so handsome, it's definitely him!"

Most of the people who took this trigger were Chinese people who returned from Italy. Almost no one who was in Italy didn’t know Liu Feng. After seeing Liu Feng, several male fans immediately rushed towards Liu Feng, preparing to get close to the big star who is now called China’s pride.

However, Li Peng and several bodyguards prepared by the airport for Liu Feng quickly extinguished their ideas. After the two staff members stopped the rushing fans, Liu Feng was taken away from another passage on the side.

Of course, since Liu Feng has a great influence in China now, the airport has also arranged a venue for him to come into contact with fans who come to pick up the plane on their own.

Although there was a reminder from the bodyguard in front of him, Liu Feng was still stunned by the scene in front of him after walking a corner.

How to describe this situation? The fans were crowded with shoulder to shoulder. They either held the Chinese flag or held the jersey of Piacenza, and even more, they directly raised Liu Feng's poster.

The moment Liu Feng walked out, they made a shocking cry, and the crowd quickly squeezed the human-shaped isolation line arranged by the security guards. If the airport had not limited the number of people coming in for safety reasons, this would have been enough that the crazy fans would have submerged the security guards.

"A Feng! A Feng! A Feng!"

"Super Maple Cowhide!!!"

"Liu~~~Feng, I want to give birth to you!"

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This is not the first time that Liu Feng has heard fans cheer for him. In this season in Serie A, he has even been called out by tens of thousands of people on the entire stadium at the same time.

But this was the first time he heard so many Chinese cheering for him. Listening to this familiar language, Liu Feng felt so excited.

In Italy, except for chatting with Yuan Xiao and others in Chinese, Liu Feng had not heard his mother tongue for a long time. He was in a good mood and was not in a hurry to see Li Peng who was waiting for him outside. He asked the staff for a pen. He walked to the dividing line and began to patiently sign the names of the fans.

"Liu Feng, you are so fond of Chinese people."

"Your last round of five sons is so awesome. Oh my god, I'm kneeling in the living room!"

"Haha, it's okay."

"No, no, no, A Feng's most awesome thing is the goal of five people in a row. That guy, Lao Ma, after seeing it, he said it was OK!"

“Hahahahahahaha!”

After Liu Feng approached the fans, everyone soon discovered that this was a very approachable star, completely different from the group of old men in the Chinese Super League. For a moment, the fans began to be very open and started chatting with Liu Feng with a smile.

Liu Feng walked along the way while smiling and signing his autograph. His eyes swept through the crowd. Suddenly, a jersey with a different style from the hands of the others present attracted his attention.

Looking back at the memory, Liu Feng quickly remembered that it was a Jin Lion reserve jersey. Although there was no name printed on it, Liu Feng still recognized it as the jersey he had worn at the first time.

An old man appeared in his mind, and Liu Feng quickly squeezed over there.

"Young man, do you still remember me?"

After getting closer, an old man came into view and soon overlapped with the figure in Liu Feng's mind. That's right, this is the old fan who threw money into the field and mocked Sun Shaobo in the last game of the Golden Lions U17!

"Uncle, of course I remember, why did you come to Shanghai?" He quickly helped the old man who was a little unbalanced because he was too excited to press forward. Liu Feng stood beside him with a smile: "You should be slower."

"Isn't there a big star in Henan? I'll wait to see it anyway."

I haven't seen each other for two years, the old man is still so energetic. After Liu Feng helped him a little, he stood up straight: "Hurry, hurry up, sign me up quickly. My old friends always say that I brag to them and said that I have seen you."

"Okay, don't worry."

Picking up the marker and signing his name behind the jersey, Liu Feng looked at the jersey in his hand a few times. Although the year at the Golden Lion was not pleasant, it was indeed a period of his career. Now he can look at it very plainly.

"Don't be proud of so many fans coming to pick you up."

The old man was obviously very talkative. At this moment, his expression looked very similar to what Liu Feng’s grandfather preached to him: “How old are you? No matter how proud you are, you will be able to become a world-class star in the future. Our brothers and others don’t watch domestic games now. Except that sometimes they can’t stand it when they are old, they watch your games every week.”

"Is that so? Don't stay up late all the time. Watching the replay recording the next day will have little impact." Hehe Yile handed the jersey back, and Liu Feng looked at the old man in front of him again: "I will have more games in the future, and it will be better than one or two games."

"Zhong, hahahaha." He looked at the jersey in front of him excitedly, and the old man showed a satisfied smile.

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

"Li Xuan, I am now a veteran of the Liu Feng fan organization in our Henan Province. Hehe, I can't tell you when we will see you again."

"Okay, Mr. Li, we are destined to see you again!"

Farewell to Li Xuan, Liu Feng finally disappeared after signing several enthusiastic fans along the channel. Next, he had to work with Li Peng to deal with major domestic media and companies that had already agreed to sign with him.

"How about Xiao Feng, have you felt your popularity in China?"

When Liu Feng and Li Peng got into the car arranged in advance, Li Peng immediately started chatting with Liu Feng with a smile.

"It's true that I'm not bad with the die-hard fans of Piacenza." Recalling the situation he just faced, Liu Feng laughed from the bottom of his heart: "I really didn't expect that playing football abroad can be liked by so many people."

"Haha, China's pride is just a joke. You may not know what level of star you are now. I will take you to see it in the next few days."

"Uh-huh."

"Yes, there is one thing I haven't done, I'm still asking for your opinion." Close the car window, Li Peng took out an invitation letter: "Look at this, because it was added temporarily, I'm afraid you're too tired, so you decide whether to go."

"Oh?" After receiving the letter from Li Peng, Liu Feng lowered his head and thought: "East Asian Football Club."

"Yes, I actually recommend you go there because there is a name Genbao base behind this club."
Chapter completed!