Vol 6 Chapter 399: Forehead God (9)

The evening wind was blowing through the van's window, and the lap of Wang Ai's clothes was ripped apart frequently. Xu Qinglian had to help Wang Aila on again and again... She is the fastest runner and the farthest jumper in Asia. Can't pay attention to the image?
Wang Ai was joking that whenever Xu Qinglian helped him pull him up, he pulled away again, then looked down at Xu Qinglian, resentfully, and patiently helped him pull him up again.
The tigress was extraordinarily well-behaved at this time, and she endured repeated work all the time, but she didn't have any bad taste against Wang Ai. "The popularity of the 100m and long jump is really extensive!"
"That's right, people can run and jump, but not everyone can play football." Xu Qinglian finally got up to Wang Ai's honesty, patted his chest, and secretly pinched a little before pretending to be calm Analysis: "The popularity of football is so widespread, doesn't it mean that everyone thinks they can play with two feet? The sprint and long jump are even more so."
"Then should I change careers?" Wang Ai's eyes were bright.
"Change chant, who are you scaring? It's not me who gets scolded."
"Boring!" Wang Ai waved his hand and ignored the snickering fiancee.
In order to maintain the order outside the main stadium of the National Games, this time Wang Ai did not walk through the main entrance, but parked in the staff parking lot of the National Games and entered the stadium through the staff passage, which greatly disappointed the people guarding the door. .
It is said that this matter was explained by the leaders of the provincial party committee. If something happened to Wang Ai in this kung fu, it would be great? Just pointing at him to serve food.
The familiar athletes were chatting in a low voice. When Wang Ai pushed the door and came in, everyone's eyes turned to him. Wang Ai smiled, and everyone smiled and said nothing.
10 minutes later, the staff came to inform, everyone got up and filed out, and the coaches outside immediately rushed to accompany their athletes, chatting and making the final explanation.
Everyone has their own way, Wang Ai doesn't know what the track and field coach will explain, he only knows what the football coach will explain. As soon as I heard it, I found that it was almost the same, nothing more than don't be nervous or something. Wang Ai was amused, listening to the babble of the coaches in his ears, and didn't take it seriously.
His eyes looked at the red track, at the black scoreboard, at the referee with the yellow coat, at the lady hostess in white as snow, at the flickering lights on the opposite stand, and even occasionally at the lights in the arena Hidden in the dark night sky.
Shenyang ah...
"Hey! It's about to start!" As Wang Ai was being pushed, Xu Qinglian reminded him eagerly in his ear.
"Oh!" Wang Ai retracted his gaze and found that his opponents had already left, but there was a Liaoning TV camera nearby silently staring at him with huge "eyeballs" without blinking.
Wang Ai suddenly felt that the people in his hometown were so cute, so he smiled at the camera, and then took a deep breath. The big screen at the scene just cut to this signal. As a result, everyone in the audience saw Wang Ai's chest standing high and two. The bulging pectoralis major muscle is clear, and the biceps, triceps, deltoid and other groups on both arms expand at the same time.
A strong masculine breath almost passed through the screen and rushed towards everyone!
Xu Qinglian blushed and pushed the man: "What are you showing off, go quickly."
Wang Ai made a "hehe" at the camera, walked to the front of the runway, rubbed his hands, and made serious preparations. Soon, the referee suggested that the eight trapeze squat down at the same time, step on the starting block with both feet slowly and accurately, and measure the distance in front of the body repeatedly with both hands. After everything is ready, the referee prompts: "Prepare!"
In the distance, the camera behind the finish line scans the eight best sprinters in China in turn. Nowadays, no one is amused by Zhang Peimeng, Xie Zhenye, Su Bingtian and other famous players in the middle of a football superstar... He is the Asian record holder and the first yellow race in the world to run under ten seconds!
laugh? laugh at your sister!
He is king!
Gu Di
No matter where he comes from, he is king!
Just as the expressions of all the trapeze people gradually turned hideous, a gunshot rang out, and everyone shot out. This time, Wang Ai started very quickly, and he hardly fell into the wind. He felt the wind was passing, the light was flickering, and the runway was speeding...
Ok? It seems that the opponent is too weak, right? Wang Ai couldn't help glancing left and right from the corner of his eye... When he turned around, the opponents had already stopped, and someone rushed to run, and Wang Ai ran out more than 30 meters without knowing it!
"I knew he was a layman, but I didn't expect such a layman!" In the family area, Leoni laughed unscrupulously.
"I only practiced for a month, but I still practiced myself." Huang Xin suppressed his smile and held his respect for the man.
Re-prepare, re-squat, re-charge, re-shoot, re-start... re-run!
Wang Ai came back from the farthest helplessly again. There were sparse laughter in the audience. Wang Ai looked at the expressionless opponents who were making preparations again, and looked at the sidelines. The face of the coaches is anxious!
These retired track and field coaches point to Wang Ai's results to help them raise their eyebrows, but one month is too short, even if he used to repeat a lot of content and running and jumping in football training, even if he is serious, But after all, the transformation of identity has not been completed psychologically.
The ancients said: One bang, another decline, and three exhaustions!
Other sprinters are well prepared for this highly suspected disruptive behavior, so they won't be affected too much, but Wang Ai can't.
Visible to the naked eye, Wang Ai's mental head is declining, what can I do?
Wang Ai himself also faintly noticed the problem. When the referee reminded him to start preparing for the third time, he felt the acidity of his legs, the heaviness of his eyes, and the coldness of his chest.
Just when the referee was about to shout "prepare", Wang Ai suddenly straightened up, and under the surprised expressions of the referee, the hostess, the opponent, the reporter, the audience, etc., he turned his head and ran to the sidelines and towards Xu Qinglian.
Xu Qinglian also looked at the man who suddenly ran over in astonishment, her palms were sweaty: "Dear, many leaders are watching your live broadcast, you, you must not play temper and say quit the competition at this time!
Wang Ai rushed to Xu Qinglian in a rush and said, "Dear, help me."
Then, under everyone's wide-eyed gaze, he held Xu Qinglian's face and kissed it!
The sports channel director lowered his head to drink water just now, and suddenly heard the silence inside and outside the live broadcast room, and there was a low snickering sound, and suddenly looked up at the monitor in fright.
He looked down at his coffee cup again, and then looked up at Zhang Bin, who was standing at the table and hugged his shoulders and smiled: "Director, haven't you run yet?"
"How much do you drink?" Zhang Bin didn't move his head, and continued to look at the screen with relish.
"Then why did you kiss? Isn't it just after the game?"
"That's him!"
"Then, broadcast?"
"Broadcast! TV shows allow kissing scenes, what's wrong with athletes? As long as he doesn't take off his pants!"