Vol 7 Chapter 87: The Birth of a Ball King (7)

Zurich, Switzerland, Consulate General of China.
"How's it going, how's it going?" A clerk finally finished his work and quickly ran into the conference room to ask people around the TV.
"Another one!" I don't know who replied excitedly, but his eyes were still fixed on the TV.
On the big screen, on the yellow-green turf, the black and white home team was advancing and retreating under the coercion of the sky-blue visiting team. The corner of the screen showed that the score was already 3:0, and the time was just about to end in the first half.
"How did you get in?"
"Don't be noisy, watch the replay later!"
"Hey, this time, it's almost, haha, you can see that Xiao Wang'er is also happy."
"That's right, he's in a really good mood."
"You're in a good mood, too, and you'll take it for the fourth time tomorrow."
"I don't have the ability to him, it's amazing, eh, what do you think he's going to play with us?"
"Then he can score 40 a game! Don't think those defenders are stupid. I tell you that any Premier League defender is playing us and scoring 10 and 8 a game. He is much better than those defenders."
The conversation in the conference room became more lively with the intermission on the TV. Consul General Liang, who was sitting beside him, listened with a smile, and clapped his hands when the voices of the discussions subsided: "Comrades, get ready, get ready. Welcome to our world champion."
"Can I take a photo with him?" a newcomer asked with suppressed excitement.
Consul General Liang laughed: "He's not a political figure, and he's friendly, so there's no problem. If you don't say anything, he might ask you, unless you annoy him."
The person next to him teased the newcomer: "You didn't ask at first glance. I don't care about him taking pictures with us every year."
"Isn't it rare anymore?" The newcomer countered: "Then if you don't want it tomorrow, I'll come and give yours to me!"
"No, no, tomorrow will be the fourth time, the first in history."
"The first person in history? Does he have too many?"
"Can that be the same? What other goal records, team history records, can there be a Golden Ball award? All those are added together!"
"Okay, don't talk about it, there are people outside."
BJ Xicheng Ya'er Hutong, Wang Ai's home.
Xu Qinglian, whose belly was already obvious, leaned on Huang Xin's shoulders and looked at the TV where the commercial was playing: "Can't you get eight today?"
"The opponent still has some ways to do it." Huang Xin reached out and took a bunch of grapes and grabbed a small crystal: "This is sweet."
"I don't eat, I eat too much." Xu Qinglian refused, but subconsciously reached out and touched the lychee.
Huang Xin ignored her and ate grapes on her own: "Oh, I just feel a little bit now."
"What?" Xu Qinglian flexibly peeled the lychee shell with her pale fingers.
"Happiness!" Huang Xin snorted: "The three little guys are sleeping, eating delicious food, looking good, and being free."
Xu Qinglian rolled her eyes at Huang Xin: "You are not bad, the children are kissing you, even the little girl will be with you for a long time after birth, Xiaomei must roll her eyes when she knows she has to get angry. I can't do it, three None of the children kissed me."
"You don't have to worry about it. Besides, you will have a kiss when you get down in your belly."
"Don't mention it, it's dishonest all day, I don't think this child will get better after birth."
"How can you say that about your child?"
"Then I said Wang Sheng?"
"...Are you still talking about Wang Ai?"
"That's right, haha, I blame him for being so inconvenient!"
"When it's convenient for you, I didn't see you want it."
"...No, I want to go swimming!"
"No, it's so cold."
"Should we go to Hainan? The resort hasn't been there for a long time."
Huang Xin smiled. She knew that Xu Qinglian's anxiety attacked again. With three children and a pregnant woman, she couldn't take care of four people out of town. Parents and men are not at ease, even if they stay in BJ, they have to be helped.
Seeing that Huang Xin didn't answer, Xu Qinglian patted her stomach angrily: "I regret it."
Huang Xin sighed and grabbed Xu Qinglian's hand: "Dear, don't you want children at all?"
Xu Qinglian looked blank: "I don't know, but I'm just not used to it. I feel uncomfortable when I think about having a fuel oil bottle in the future."
"It's only a few years." Huang Xin comforted: "Send to kindergarten at the age of four, and then go to boarding school, and we are free."
Hearing this explanation, despite hearing it several times, Xu Qinglian was still happy: "By the way, he will be the champion tomorrow, right?"
"It should be, didn't you watch the first half just now? With that energy, he will definitely win the game today, and he will score at least 3."
"What's the reason for that?"
"I feel that all decisions are nothing more than the people of the world, and the selection is even more so."
"So, I will be the woman of the football champion by tomorrow?"
"Yeah, your wedding gifts have to be upgraded."
"Well... I will be the women of the football king tomorrow."
"Haha." Huang Xin fondly touched Xu Qinglian's fattened face: "You are almost ready to write a letter, right? If you get married in the spring, it will be a few months away, and you still have something to do."
"Well, let's talk about it tomorrow, watch the game first, and start again!"
This night, there were many people watching the game in BJ City. For example, Zhang Xiuyun, who just left from Xu Qinglian this afternoon, was watching and chatting with her husband. His husband is a quiet person, so he just listened to Zhang Xiuyun talking, even Zhang Xiuyun couldn't hold back because of the big event recently.
"I never thought that CCTV would come to us to ask for help, to make a documentary for our little boss, and I don't know if he knows." Zhang Xiuyun took a sip of hot cocoa: "I didn't think he was amazing before. The king of the ball, oops, you say this really makes sense."
"what?"
"As you said, close people have no sense of greatness and growth."
"Well." Zhang Xiuyun's husband pointed to Wang Ai, who was being aimed at by the camera on the TV: "If you were by his side all day and watched his every move, you would definitely think it was nothing, and I could do it too."
"Hey, no, no, no!" Zhang Xiuyun shook his head again and again: "I can't do it, he is almost obsessive-compulsive. He can't sit still without training in the morning and at night, and he feels comfortable when he is tired. This is inhuman, a normal person. Not so."
"He is a Ph.D., he should have a self-design in this regard." Zhang Xiuyun's husband pushed his glasses: "I analyze that he initially set a great ambition, and then used every small progress to motivate himself, gradually It has formed a favorable positive feedback. It includes exercise and training. Only in this way can he support the exercise method you mentioned. It is difficult to do this by will and hardship alone. People are procrastination. For enjoyment, although it is not ruled out that someone can really do that, but he should not be, I have noticed that he is almost always smiling in public, which means that he can really feel happiness and joy."