Cup, Golden Boot

When the referee Ballardini blew the final whistle of the match, the substitutes, coaching staff, and personnel who had been waiting on the sidelines all rushed onto the field in excitement.

After four years, Inter Milan once again lifted the UEFA Europa League trophy. Everyone's faces were filled with excitement. Cooper kept his hands in his pockets, trying to maintain his composure. After all, he had experienced the Champions League final as a coach.

But soon he was overwhelmed. A group of players surrounded him, lifting him high and catching him again. He could only sigh at his old age while playfully joining in with everyone's antics.

Wang Feng stood with his hands on his hips, watching everything with immense satisfaction but also an intense desire, longing to touch the trophy that symbolized the highest honor.

"Champions League, here I come," he murmured. At that moment, Koller walked over. Hearing Wang Feng's words, he first paused, then smiled knowingly. "Yes, next season will be your first time participating in the Champions League. How will you handle those powerhouses? It's truly something to look forward to."

"Let's exchange jerseys, Wang. From your debut until now, I've only beaten you once. I wonder if that was lucky or unlucky."

Wang Feng took off his jersey and handed it to him, saying with a smile, "Of course it was lucky. There are many players who haven't beaten me even once."

"You're not being polite at all, but it's true. Genius players are often full of youthful energy. I really miss those days." Koller shook his head and walked towards the player tunnel.

On the familiar award ceremony stage, with the familiar trophy, the Inter Milan team lined up excitedly, waiting to receive their awards. When Zanetti lifted the UEFA Europa League trophy, the entire Feyenoord Stadium erupted in applause.

Inter Milan won the UEFA Europa League, achieving a league and cup double! Although this news wasn't as shocking as Real Madrid lifting their ninth Champions League trophy, it was still remarkable.

Wang Feng was once again mentioned. He became the first player in history to win the UEFA Europa League Player of the Season award two years in a row, contributing 19 goals and 6 assists in the Europa League.

There was another surprising event: Wang Feng successfully won the 01-02 season European Golden Boot award. Despite Mario Jardel of Sporting Lisbon scoring 42 goals, Wang Feng's 34 goals earned him 68 points, surpassing Jardel by 5 points and claiming the honor of Europe's top scorer.

Jardel felt quite frustrated. He had worked hard to score goals this season, hoping to attract the attention of the top five leagues and secure a transfer after the season ended. At 29 years old, he wasn't getting any younger, and winning the European Golden Boot would undoubtedly have improved his negotiating position. However, Wang Feng's sudden rise snatched away that honor, leaving him feeling helpless.

For a moment, Wang Feng's achievements and honors were widely reported, and the news reached China, causing domestic fans to cheer. Every honor Wang Feng received created history for Chinese football.

After the UEFA Europa League final, the Inter Milan team returned to Milan, preparing for the championship parade. Wang Feng's uncle's family and Lu Yao's parents planned to participate in the parade before returning to China. They had been away for too long, and there was much work to be done.

At Lu Yao's repeated requests, her mother finally agreed to let her stay as well, to adapt to life in Milan in advance. However, she scrutinized Wang Feng, her eyes filled with a warning, leaving Wang Feng puzzled.

Before they left, everyone would stay at Wang Feng's villa near Lake Como. The location was spacious enough, and they were all very satisfied with the villa's environment. Lu Yao's sister looked around and said, "Brother, you live in such a big villa by yourself. It's really luxurious. I want to live here when I go to school."

Wang Feng ruffled her hair and said, "It's too far from your school, and transportation is inconvenient. You should stay in the dormitory."

His sister pushed away his hand and said, "I'm an adult now. You can't always pat my head. It messes up my hair. Besides, I can drive. Staying in the dormitory, I heard the dormitory environment at the Brera Academy of Fine Arts is very poor, with facilities that are outdated relics."

"And the Brera Academy of Fine Arts and the University of Milan are both in the city center, only two kilometers apart. When Lu Yao moves in, the two of us can take care of each other, right, Lu Yao?"

Lu Yao nodded vigorously, her face turning red under Wang Feng's gaze, but she tried to remain calm, looking at him with watery eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Feng still felt it was inappropriate. "It's inconvenient to commute so far every day. How about this: you can come over and stay with me on weekends or during holidays. Choose a room to stay in permanently, and I'll give you the keys."

His sister pouted, but she also felt that she couldn't push it too far. So she dragged Lu Yao excitedly to choose rooms. She chose a room facing Lake Como for herself, with a panoramic balcony that offered beautiful views.

Lu Yao chose a room next to Wang Feng's, which, relatively speaking, didn't have as good a view as the sibling's room, but it had excellent lighting and ventilation.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Wang Feng went to the basement gym to exercise. Despite the fatigue from the journey, he had developed a habit of exercising every day.

After finishing his workout and taking a shower, Wang Feng saw Lu Yao waiting for him in her pajamas, holding a cup of milk. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded down like a black waterfall.

Approaching her, Wang Feng asked, "Is there something you need, Xiaoyao?" A pleasant fragrance wafted over, indicating that she had also freshened up. Her face was still red, but she tried to calm herself down, handing him the milk and saying, "Brother Feng, drinking a cup of warm milk after exercising helps with sleep. You'll feel more energetic tomorrow."

Taking the milk, Wang Feng smiled and said, "Seems like you're not as shy around me anymore. But you're always blushing, which is really cute." With that, he finished the milk in one gulp.

If this were a scene in a comic book, steam would already be coming out of Lu Yao's head. Her mind was blank as she mechanically took the empty cup, went to the kitchen to wash it, then returned to her room, burying her head in the covers.

Her breathtakingly beautiful smile would surely astonish many people, but at this moment, no one could see it.

Inter Milan's championship parade was nothing special. The club had prepared several open-top buses adorned with the Inter Milan crest for players, staff, and enthusiastic fans to ride through the streets of Milan.

As the captain and vice-captain, Zanetti and Dibaggio each held the league championship trophy and the Europa League championship trophy on the lead bus. The other key players were also on this bus.

As the core of the team, Wang Feng's relatives and friends received special treatment. They were arranged to ride on one of the buses with some staff, allowing them to participate firsthand in the championship parade, which was a novel experience for them.

Watching the fans surrounding the buses, Wang Feng waved to them, eliciting screams of excitement. Many bold female fans were fervently expressing their love.

This scene caught the eyes of Wang Tian and Lu Yao. Wang Tian whispered to Lu Yao, "I told you, there are so many people chasing after my brother that they could line up from Milan to Turin. You should be more generous and not always shy away. Otherwise, he won't notice you."

Lu Yao nodded vigorously, feeling a pressure she had never experienced before.