Reborn on top of football

Wang Ai still practiced for a while, and Leonie, who had changed her shoes specially, joined in the fun and practiced with him: "Are you still practicing after retiring?"

"Of course I have to practice. Isn't there a conclusion to Beyond Rehabilitation and Medical Treatment? My smooth transition theory is valid. Besides, I can't stop for the sake of my health."

"You need to cut back, right? Running a marathon a day is too much."

"Well, there is no other way now. I have to perform exceptionally well and reserve enough physical and athletic energy. I won't need that after I retire. For the sake of health, half a marathon a day is enough, one-quarter in the morning and one-quarter in the evening."

"That's not a lot."

"It's nothing more than two 10-kilometer runs. When there's no competition to pressure me, I can run slowly. Maybe I can reduce it to 10 kilometers a day in the future. Well, this is almost the bottom line. It can't be any less."

"Just running?"

"I have to practice with the ball as well." Wang Ai shook his head. "I guess I will have to attend various ceremonies in the future. Unless I have made great achievements in science and have been highlighted, people will still think of me as a star, and then they will have to ask me to perform. If I don't practice every day, what will I do if I get embarrassed? Besides, I like playing football, right? Oh, speaking of this, I don't want to retire again."

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Leonie quickly changed the subject: "Qinglian told me that she plans to have you work at the Economic Research Institute for a while after you retire to systematically compile statistics on the country's economic status. She thinks her book needs to be revised."

"Really?" Wang Ai waved his hand: "I'll go run a few times to get a feel for it, and then jump a few times, and we'll talk later."

The result of this "let's talk about it later" is that Wang Ai forgot to mention that, in fact, he didn't really care what the women did. As long as they didn't kill or burn anything, Wang Ai would support them and it didn't matter. His achievements were great enough and were enough to support his women to have fun.

After a simple breakfast, Wang Ai used his mobile phone to contact his classmates at the Institute of Physical Education: "Today we have the championship parade, and we have to hand out the league championship trophies at the stadium. I really don't have time, so I'm asking for leave from everyone."

It was time to get off work at BJ, and everyone had nothing to do today, so Wang Ai finished the discussion on the way to the club. In the meantime, Wang Ai's assistant kept reporting to him, and the classmates were itching to listen.

"The director of our Institute of Physical Education won the French Ligue 1 treble!"

What amazing news this is!

Since Wang Ai became the director, the students' curiosity about football has been aroused. However, at the beginning, everyone was confused about Wang Ai's thinking and style, and they were afraid that he would do something wrong, so they took him seriously. Later, they found that he was very capable at work, so they began to seriously consider his ideas and treat daily life with caution. At the end of last year, Wang Ai threw out an eight-year plan, which scared everyone. They were busy with this matter urgently and had no time to spare. Until now, 16/1 of the eight-year plan has been carried out, and the entire working relationship has been straightened out, and everyone's gossip can't be suppressed.

"Um... Director." Secretary Feng looked at Wang Ai who had changed into his jersey with the help of his assistant and felt a little embarrassed: "My classmates asked me to ask you if it's convenient for you to do a live broadcast for everyone."

"Live broadcast?" Wang Ai tucked his shirt into his pants and looked at the phone hanging on the back of the front seat: "Isn't CCTV 5 a live broadcast? I saw it all."

"Well, theirs is the public version. What everyone wants is the customized version you provided, well, the first-person perspective."

A classmate next to him praised quietly: "The secretary said it very well!"

"Is it me who's walking around with my phone? Then I have to tell you in advance, this camera is shaking around, and it'll confuse you and make you puke."

"Just slow down."

"Are you really watching?"

"Then I can still lie to you?"

"That's fine, remember to treat me to a meal when I get back!"

"Okay, I'll give you a spoonful of the canteen's braised pork. I won't shake my hands!"

On the other side of the car, Xu Qinglian and Yang Jun grumbled, "I remember they were so serious when the meeting started. Why are they like this now? Secretary Feng is already in his fifties."

"Our Dr. Wang has the ability to turn any work environment into an elementary school class meeting."

Xu Qinglian squinted her eyes: "Are you trying to say that he can lower everyone's IQ to his level, and then win with his rich experience?"

"Haha, um." Yang Jun almost laughed out loud.

"Just go ahead and slander me!" Wang Ai heard the noise.

This also meant that the students across the street had heard the noise, so Xu Qinglian immediately shut up. After thinking it was not safe, she leaned forward and bowed, "Secretary Feng, I am sorry for my rudeness. Please forgive me."

Secretary Feng laughed: "Young people should be more lively. Since Director Wang came, our class meetings have become more and more interesting."

At this moment, Florica shouted, "We're here! We're here! Doctor, Doctor Xu, get ready to get off. Doctor will take the first float, and Doctor Xu will take the second family car."

Wang Ai picked up the phone and said, "Classmates, I'm about to start. I'll try to find a stable place to put the phone. If not, I'll go slowly. There's nothing I can do on this broken road in Paris. Please bear with me."

Xu Qinglian reminded: "You'd better record it."

"The phone doesn't have enough memory. It's been several hours."

"That! The camera!"

"Oh, so fully prepared?"

"We're preparing it for our own use."

"So I took it?"

"We still have some, let's go."

"But I only have two hands and can't operate it."

"Hang the camera around your neck and shoot wherever your face is pointed!"

At this point, the couple was forced to separate. Wang Ai greeted his teammates while struggling to hang the camera around his neck! Hey, this looked like Chen Xiaoer hanging a box gun, mainly showing a puffy chest and a successful villain!

Surrounded by fans, the float first went to the Parc des Princes to hold the French Ligue 2122 - season awards ceremony. Wang Ai received the French Ligue Golden Boot trophy, showed it to the students, and then handed it to Yang Jun who accompanied him, and then got on the float. At this time, the three trophies were taken out and placed side by side in the front of the car. Everyone asked Wang Ai to stand in the middle. Wang Ai thought about it and agreed. Messi stood next to Wang Ai, followed by Neymar, Mbappe and a captain whose name was unknown.

The car drove out of the Parc des Princes and headed straight for the Champs-Elysees. The players' names were heard all around non-stop. After each name was called out, a player stood up and waved or made faces. Well, mostly they made faces.

When it comes to Wang Ai, the shouts are the loudest and most uniform. The sports channel coming from afar can show who the Paris fans love the most without even adjusting the volume.

The repeated recitation of "Wang Ai" made his heroic name float in the heart of France.