Chapter 368: Turning the Paparazzi

"Milan Derby Hat Trick Returns!""Suker Dominates the Match!""An Unmatched Performance!""Milan Is Red and Black!"

After this match, the entire European media refocused its attention on Suker.

Lately, Suker has been constantly in the spotlight of European football — not just in Italy, but across the entire continent. Every media outlet is chasing after the brilliance of this superstar striker.

Since Shevchenko's departure, Suker has successfully stepped up. Freed from that shadow, he's become terrifyingly dominant.

Just like in this match — Inter Milan gave everything they had. Their lineup was strong, their tactics solid, but it was Suker who repeatedly seized opportunities and decisively killed the game.

This match made Suker's name explode in popularity!In a league known for its defensive strength, he scored 15 goals in 12 Serie A matches.

Such insane stats are nearly unheard of in Serie A history.

For a time, reports about Suker flooded the media.

Suker's historic-level talent!

Suker's best position?

Suker's path to success!

Suker's personal journey!

All of these became hot topics across Europe. As long as Suker was involved, the topic would explode.

La Gazzetta dello Sport even put a photo of Suker on their front page.

It was a shot of him celebrating after scoring a hat trick — shirt off in celebration.

Despite his baby-faced appearance and slight baby fat, beneath that seemingly innocent face hides a fearsome scoring machine.

AC Milan's chairman Berlusconi personally praised Suker:

"He is Milan's treasure! He is Milan's future!"

From Berlusconi's words, you could hear his pride and admiration.

This young man under the spotlight of all Europe — he belongs to Milan, and that's all that matters.

AC Milan may have lost their former pulling power in the transfer market.

But they had already signed one of the most promising youngsters — and that's a fantastic feeling.

Thanks to this performance, various endorsement deals and contract renewal offers came flooding in.

Zorancic was working hard to promote Suker and increase his exposure.

AC Milan was also positioning him as the team's main star.

Even Berlusconi used his personal connections to hype up Suker.

With all three fronts working together, Suker was destined to become a star.

All of Europe was praising Suker, and the media couldn't get enough of him.

But at the center of all this frenzy, Suker remained unusually low-key, not attending any public events.

At Suker's villa...

Gisele Bündchen walked out of the outdoor pool wearing a black swimsuit — her figure graceful, golden waves of hair cascading down her back.

The only flaw was that her skin was a bit tanned, but it had a healthy glow to it.

Wrapped in a towel, she walked into the house, looking around — but no sign of Suker.

She went to the gym — still no sign.

"Where'd he go?"

After changing into clothes, she grabbed a dog leash and collar, heading out into the yard.

A large, half-grown brown Dogue de Bordeaux came running over, tongue out and panting.

This breed grows huge — as big as a person when fully grown.

This dog, named Luna, was just six months old, but already the size of an adult Golden Retriever.

Gentle and aware of her own size, Luna didn't jump on her owner — instead, she laid down beside Gisele, her big round eyes locked on the leash, practically saying, "I want to go out!"

"Luna, have you seen your dad?"

Luna spun in a circle, then suddenly barked loudly toward the street.

A moment later, Suker's grumpy voice rang out:"Damn dog! Shut up!"

Luna flinched, whimpered sadly, and ran over to Gisele for comfort.

Gisele rolled her eyes and put the collar on, stepping outside.

Just outside, she saw Suker crouching next to a car.

Next to him were two familiar faces.

They were the paparazzi who had long staked out her home!

The three of them were squatting on the sidewalk with pizza, roasted chicken, and sodas spread out in front of them.

One of the paparazzi held a piece of paper while Suker pointed and explained something enthusiastically.

The reporter kept nodding, occasionally looking like he had just understood some deep truth.

Gisele was baffled by the scene.

When she got closer...

"Paz, do you really want to keep getting exploited by your boss? Out all day collecting gossip, only getting to go home once a week. Is that life? You make some money, sure — but you lose all time with your family. And you're not even earning nearly as much as your editor-in-chief!"

"Why are you laughing? As if this doesn't apply to you too."

"Here, let me show you — this paragraph isn't written well. The title isn't catchy enough. 'Ancelotti's Favorite is Suker'? No! You need to frame it as a question: 'Ancelotti's Favorite — Him?' It creates curiosity, gets readers intrigued, and you reveal the truth later!"

Paparazzi 1: "But it's still about you in the end!"

"Dog brain!" Suker scolded. "The point is whether people read it or not!"

Bark bark!

Luna ran over to Suker, rubbing her head against him.

Suker tried to push her away.

Luna came back.

Suker pushed again.

Luna shamelessly kept rubbing.

Smack! Suker slapped her head lightly. "You're drooling on me!"

Whimper...

Luna hung her head sadly.

Gisele bent down to comfort her, and Luna was immediately happy again.

"Dumb mutt," Suker said with a grin, stood up, clapped his hands, and said:

"Bring your draft tomorrow. I'll review it. If it passes, you can publish it."

He then pointed at the pizza:

"And clean up when you're done eating."

The two paparazzi nodded quickly, extremely obedient.

Suker took the leash from Gisele, and the two of them headed out for a walk.

"They look so dumb," Gisele said, glancing back at the two still poring over their draft.

"They really aren't very bright," Suker replied.

"So why are you hanging out with them?" she asked.

"They're so dumb they can't even follow me properly. Sloppy work, bad at their job — they're like human lamp posts at my gate. Compared to other paparazzi, these two are totally unqualified."

"And?"

"That's exactly what I want! At least they don't bother me."

Gisele was amused: "So now you're helping them write articles? You even know how?"

"I realized I'm talented in media! If I applied to The Sun, I'd probably get promoted to editor-in-chief in no time!"

She rolled her eyes.

"So... you're really helping them write news?"

"Not exactly. They've been trained — they know how. I just give them tips and inside info."

Gisele was stunned. "Everyone avoids paparazzi. You're feeding them?"

Suker grinned:

"These two idiots haven't managed a single scoop in half a year. They're about to get fired. Who knows if the next ones will be clever and ruthless?"

Gisele's eyes widened — this was insane for this era.

"So you're... helping them keep their jobs?"

"Exactly," Suker nodded. "I give them one piece of intel per week in exchange for peace. We even signed a contract. They earn their paycheck without bugging me. Everybody wins."

Behind them, the sound of tires rolling on asphalt approached.

Suker looked back to see the van speeding away, the two paparazzi waving goodbye through the window.

He pointed.

"See? They're off work!"

Gisele was speechless.

Who knew it could be done this way?

Suker shrugged:

"It's just that digital media hasn't risen yet. Traditional media dominates, and salaries are fixed. No matter how much info they get, the pay doesn't change. Why work harder?"

"So I made a deal — leak to them, let them put out the news, screw the paper. Simple."

"The info still gets published. And hey, it's not like the paper pays well."