Football Kung Fu Player

"This is Mr. Chen's idea. The handwriting on the application form was written by him himself!"

Mr. Chen took the blame firmly, and at the end Chen Luo directly said: "Director Wang, if you have any opinions, you can talk to Mr. Chen. I believe he will explain to you why Wang Xing has applied for so many projects. , and, I'm just here to submit the registration form!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Luo immediately left.

"Ha ha…………"

As soon as he walked out of the door, Chen Luo felt so happy. To be honest, it was the first time he saw the General Administration of Sports being so embarrassed.

19 items!

Chen Luo felt crazy thinking about it now.

It's too crazy... This is a rhythm that is going against the sky and shocking the world... Thinking of Wang Xing's demeanor of understating and breaking records casually, Chen Luo is restrained Can't help secretly laughing.

At that time, there will definitely be a big earthquake in the sports world~!

Chen Luo looked forward to it.

In the office.

Director Wang looked at the registration form dumbfounded. The words "Wang Xing" on it made him feel so unreal.

"Who does he think he is? Report 19? Superman wouldn't- dare to report that?"

Director Wang sneered, then walked around the office with the registration form...Of course he couldn't call Mr. Chen about this matter, after all, his qualifications are there, and he was looking for someone to call. scolded.

"No, this matter has to be reported to the Tianxiehe Bureau

After speaking, Director Wang made a phone call with the leader and the Tianxie respectively.

Wang Xing, Hu Kai, and Chen Lao had already arrived at the Athletics Association at this time.

Unlike when Wang Xing came here a year ago and no one cared about it, just as he walked in, several young girls at the front desk greeted him: "Wang Xing, give me an autograph!"

"Wang Xing is here!"

"But he waited until..."

Countless reporters rushed over smelling the fish smelling like a cat that ate a fish. Before Wang Xing could get ready, Kacha, Kacha shot like crazy.

Then, a group of people surrounded Wang Xing.

"Wang Xing, how many gold medals do you plan to win for this Japan International Athletics Championships?"

"Can you tell us a little bit?"

"It is said that this time the US team is fully deployed, do you have any pressure on this...

Numerous microphones were handed over to Wang Xing and Chen Lao, while the rest of the athletes obviously didn't have this kind of treatment... They could only look enviously at the center surrounded by the crowd.

"Give way, everyone. If you have any questions, you can wait for the pre-match press conference!"

Mr. Chen was talking loudly there, and the security guards came one after another... In the past 9 months, Wang Xing, in addition to training, also received interview training from the General Administration of Sports, so he kept silent all the time. He also pretended to wear a mask, of course it was Old Chen who asked him to wear it.

Obviously, this strategy is useless. Hefeng is the only one in the world with such a tall and coquettish position.

The media have keen eyes, but they all see it.

"Old Chen, just ask Wang Xing to say a few words!"

"We've all been waiting here for hours...."

"that is!"

The media were stalking, Wang Xing was very helpless, he directly pulled off his mask, and said with a smile: "Everyone has worked hard...Look at the back, who is here?"

talking, sleep

In fact, Wang Xing was planning to rely on this trick to get out of the way. Unexpectedly, a couple of commercial vehicles from Shanghai A stopped at the door.

A young man wearing a peaked cap got out of the car accompanied by Coach Sun.

"Fei Liu?"

"Quick, it's Liu Fei!"

"Come on, let's interview him

The media couldn't get anything good from Wang Xing, so they had to go to the talkative Liu Xiang...and Coach Sun was also more talkative than Mr. Chen.

A group of people all gathered in front of Liu Xiang and Coach Sun.

Wang Xing shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Liu Xiang, only to find that he also raised his head suddenly, and the eyes of the two met...then they nodded to each other, and Liu Xiang smiled with Wang Xing , reached out to say hello.

This is the first meeting between Wang Xing and Liu Xiang.

Wang Xing also waved his hand and pointed to the inside, meaning he went in first... Then he walked towards the inside of the Athletics Association together with Mr. Chen.

The meeting room was noisy.

After Wang Xing walked in, he took off his mask and took a deep breath.

swish!

Countless people immediately turned their heads and looked at him with unison. The originally lively conference room suddenly became quiet.

……ask for flowers……

"Ok?"

Wang Xing was stunned for a moment, and could only smile and said: "You...you go on, I'm here to make soy sauce!

"Ha ha....……"

All the athletes laughed, and Chen Jian stepped forward and punched Wang Xing in the chest: "If you play soy sauce, we are soy sauce!"

"That's right, I'll just be a bottle cap!"

Shen Cheng also had a playful face, and then hugged Wang Xing.

Many people who knew Wang Xing came forward to say hello.

After a while, Liu Xiang, who was sweating profusely, flashed in, with lingering fear on his face.

"Fei Liu is here!"

"Brother Liu!"

"**..."

Everyone greeted again, but Liu Xiang walked in front of Wang Xing: "Wang Xing, I've heard Mr. Sun talk about you a long time ago. I've admired you for a long time. You are the number one flying man in the world!"

"You are the famous one, and I can only be regarded as a newcomer... The earliest domestic trapeze is you!"

Wang Xing also spoke with a smile, and Chen Jian on the side came over: "Is it really okay for you two to support each other so much?"

"Of course it's good. I finally found someone who is better than me. This shows that our country's track and field industry is developing at a high speed...I wish I could be at the bottom!"

As expected of Liu Xiang, who saw the big scene, Chen Jian gave him a thumbs up in one sentence.

Nothing to say.

"I heard that you have also started to practice the 110-meter hurdles? How is it?"

Liu Xiang and Wang Xing found a seat near the front, and after sitting down, Liu Xiang asked the question on his mind.

The 110-meter hurdles and the 100-meter hurdles are two completely different events.

One belongs to the obstacle race, which requires skills; while the 100-meter race only needs to run hard, and the technical requirements are relatively low.

"It's not too bad, this time I signed up for the 110-meter hurdles!"

Wang Xing then said, but Liu Xiang on the side was shocked: "Did you report for the 110-meter hurdles?"

"What? Wang Xing reported for the 110-meter hurdles?"

"Fuck, boss, you're fighting for a job with Brother Liu..."

"real or fake?"

A group of athletes all looked at Wang Xing in surprise, and Wang Xing shrugged: "Well, I'll report it for fun!".