Vol 8 Chapter 71: real captain (1)

It rained in the early morning of the second day after the game. Wang Ai could only toss on the treadmill in his own gym, and then went to the yard to practice in the rain.
"Look, they are all compliments on me!" Wang Ai showed Shi Wenjun the newspaper in his mailbox: "By the way, why didn't I think of subscribing to the newspaper before? I ran to the newsstand again and again!"
Shi Wenjun adjusted the porridge in the pot without raising his head: "To reach out to the masses."
"So you didn't remind me?"
"Get in touch with society."
Wang Ai could only stare blankly: "It's in broad daylight, right? You wait for the black light!"
Only then did the little beauty turn her face: "The black light is blind... What can you do to me? There seem to be a lot of tricks over and over again? What's the key? What about the core? Do you have anything else?"
Wang Ai rubbed his face and sighed in great disappointment: "I thought you were Li Qingzhao, why did that happen?"
Xiaomei turned to look at the oven and said lightly: "Didn't I ask you to bring it? You have to recite poems and paint all day long, and I can also play the piano and taste tea, but don't you know what you are like? What are you thinking about?" Don't you know something?"
Wang Ai blinked and held back for a long time: "Fucking child..."
Xiaomei finally broke the defense. She walked up to Wang Ai with a shovel, but she opened her mouth and didn't know what to say. In fact, she didn't know how she broke the defense.
Instead, Wang Ai smiled: "Don't try to maintain your independence with me. Let me tell you, the children are all born to me, and they are well raised at home. Are you still playing with my personality? Huh?"
Xiaomei pursed her lips for a long time and suddenly said: "I, I want to go home and have a look at Christmas."
Wang Ai got up and went to her side to serve food and vegetables together: "Missing the child?"
"A little bit." Xiaomei took the bowl: "I've been tired of taking it at home for two years, but I think about it again when I come out."
Wang Ai murmured, busy with work, and sat down before saying: "Hong Zhuang is young, why don't you take over half a year? This family doesn't have a child, and it really doesn't feel like a family?"
Xiaomei took a deep breath and shook her head with difficulty: "Forget it, it's hard to keep secrets when people come and go in our family. Don't you always want to cultivate children's independence? It can't be cultivated around a super giant like you. Forget it, Let's eat and talk about something else."
Wang Ai can't help this kind of problem. He has already exhausted all his energy for football and other things. Women also have no extra energy for career and enterprise. They can only be limited to one field and not all of them. Fortunately, Xiaomei was only sad for a while. In fact, everyone has already studied the current life, and it is the best.
In the morning, Wang Ai lay in front of the window sill and watched the dripping rain outside the window, with a few memoirs of famous football players at hand.
"Are you encountering difficulties in exploring new technologies?" Xiaomei came to Wang Ai and brought him a cup of tea.
Wang Ai looked back: "There has been some progress in practice, but it lacks integrity, so I looked for it to see if they had similar confusion."
Xiaomei nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the pile of newspapers on the desk, picked it up and flipped through it: "Full score? For a player who didn't score a goal, especially you, it's really a good review." .

Wang Ai walked over and raised Xiaomei's chin with a smile: "Why is your mouth so windy and snowy? Do you want me to give it to you..."
"Get out." Xiaomei lightly reprimanded and pushed Wang Ai's hand away: "Let me tell you, the sponsors are not very satisfied with your recent performance."
Wang Ai was taken aback, and pointed to the newspaper on one side of the table: "The only ten player, I centered the three big photos on the first page, what else is there to dissatisfy?"
Xiaomei lowered her head, took a sip of tea and said calmly: "What do you think is the standard for distinguishing professional fans from amateur fans?"
Wang Ai felt strange, but also thought about it: "Time, football is not very advanced, and you will understand more if you watch it more. It would be better if you think more or even learn more."
Xiao Mei nodded: "So, amateur fans focus on goals and strikers, while professional fans watch more, and can appreciate the beauty of assists and indirect assists, right?"
Seeing Wang Ai nodding, Xiaomei went further: "Which team like Real Madrid do you think has more fans?"
Wang Ai frowned: "There should be more amateur fans, after all, they are so famous."
"What about the national derby? Where are the three super giants competing in the same field for the first time?" Xiaomei asked.
"...You mean, my sponsors feel that my current style of play is more appreciated by professional fans, but because of fewer goals, I have lost popularity among amateur fans? And they want both? Goals are both. Can you?"
Xiaomei nodded silently with her mouth curled up.
This time it was Wang Ai's turn to think deeply, and it took him a while to exhale: "Qian."
Xiaomei also sighed: "Yeah, money, you have to protect people's interests with so much money. People say that you don't have enough appeal to play like this, so you have to change, right? Can you change it?"
Wang Ai Ning thought for a while: "Yes, Real Madrid is strong. Not all opponents need me to play so hard yesterday. In fact, Ronaldo is not enough to gain a foothold, but the club still uses him, let him start from time to time, not yet. Is his handsome appearance more appealing to amateur fans? The club has the capacity to hold things that have nothing to do with performance in regular games, and of course it can hold me more."
Xiaomei still drank tea and nodded, her eyes silently looking at the man opposite.
"Besides, this year's Golden Globe Awards have almost been decided, and the European society's antipathy towards me should be much lessened. I can struggle properly."
"Sure enough, you didn't listen to Leoni's advice, and you're still worried about it."
"I can't afford to take the risk." Wang Ai beckoned: "Come on! If you don't do anything else, I will hug you. On such a cloudy day, I will hold you warm."
Xiaomei rolled her eyes fiercely, and while she was talking about using me as a hand warmer, she came over and sat in Wang Ai's arms.
Wang Ai said hesitantly: "You know I don't mean that, why do you have to misinterpret me? I mean, in this cold weather, gloomy sky, and gloomy environment, let's get closer to comfort each other."
"do not move."
"Oh." Wang Ai responded: "It stands to reason that you should be afraid of me taking risks, why are you encouraging me?"
"Maybe it's a different way of thinking. To be honest, we have always heard you say that there is danger, but we didn't feel it ourselves."
"It will be too late when we feel it. After all, we are just ordinary people with more energy. If we are really targeted by professional organizations, we will not let us notice easily." Wang Ai hugged Xiaomei's petite body and whispered in her ear: "You only have me as a man, what should I do if something happens to me? Of course it would be great to have children with your abilities, but there is no second one like me, right?"
"Cheek-skinned." Xiaomei couldn't help pinching Wang Ai's face back.