Reborn on top of football

Since that night in Shenyang, Wang Ai took the initiative to reduce the frequency of dealing with Huang Xin, carefully observing her reaction.As a result, nothing happened.

Huang Xin seemed to be broken, completely unaffected, what to do, how to do what to do.Didn't he just take over Cy Sports, so he's ready to make a big deal.

Wang Ai speculates in private that there are several possibilities: Huang Xin has amnesia; Huang Xin treats him like a child and doesn't take it seriously; Huang Xin thinks that Wang Ai is afraid that she will feel sorry for herself, so she comforts her; Huang Xin has a premonition; Huang Xin lost his mind again.

After repeated consideration, Wang Ai felt that the last possibility was the greatest.

In recent years, Wang Ai has also tasted it. This sister has the meaning of being rich and safe, and her life ideal is very simple. Maybe a greeting from a distant friend, a cup of black tea in an autumn afternoon can let her enjoy it for half a day.The advantage of this person is that she has a gentle mind, is neither impatient nor impetuous, and can be strong without desires. She can take any job entrusted to her, and she can continue to improve and do it satisfactorily.The disadvantage is that without desires, there is no long-term plan. Once she is allowed to set her own tone, she will become dazed and even panic.

For example, it is her duty to expand the market beyond brokerage with the help of Jose, but she must seek support from Wang Ai in order to feel at ease.

In short, Huang Xin is a tactical talent, not a strategic talent.It may have something to do with her being born in a single-parent family of traditional intellectuals. The more important the event, the more accustomed to other people's arrangements.Even the major events in one's own life are often messed up because of looking forward and backward, advancing and retreating.

In the evening, Wang Ai personally made a small chicken stew with mushrooms, a sauerkraut, white meat, blood sausage and big bones, and a Northeast stew with messy British ingredients.The essence of stewing is not the ingredients, but the cooking idea of ​​"too lazy to cook and stew".

"Come on, sister, have a taste."

"Here, how do you eat it?"

Huang Xin picked up the chopsticks, looked up at the steaming chicken stewed with mushrooms, at the big pot of vegetables with big bones and sticks, and at the random stew where the ingredients couldn't be distinguished, and couldn't put down the chopsticks.

Northeast cuisine is just like this, bold and bold, with a large amount of food and high energy.

Huang Xin felt full just looking at the food.

Seeing Huang Xin being in a dilemma, Xu Qinglian who was beside her rolled her eyes at Wang Ai: Are you entertaining my buddies?

Pushing away the big bone stick pot, pulled a plate over, which contained southern European style salmon, Huang Xin started to eat it, and said it was good.

Wang Ai picked up a large handful of sauerkraut and white meat with his serving chopsticks and put it in his bowl in a boring way: "Isn't this afraid that you will miss home?"

Huang Xin wanted to say that I don't eat like that at home, but for the sake of Wang Ai's sincerity, I scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and the taste is not bad.

After dinner, Lao Feng and his assistant left early and went to live in a small hotel in the city, but there was no room for them at home.Huang Xin also left together, taking Xu Qinglian and Kang Si with her. Huang Xin came to London for the first time and was too busy a few days ago, so Xu Qinglian invited her to play.

At [-] o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai approached the gate of the base. The gatekeeper Old Harry saw Wang Ai through the glass, and went out to say hello: "wiwi, can you play in the Champions League next game?"

Wang Ai and old Harry waved their hands: "I don't know."

Old Harry shook his head and went back muttering, while Wang Ai stepped onto the turf holding the ball.Some time ago in the game, he kicked a topspin ball that can be called a stunt, but unfortunately it did not attract people's attention.But Wang Ai knows that this is a very difficult and powerful technology, and it is worth digging deeper.

In the past, people said that Wang Ai did not have his own original technology, but now Wang Ai will use this technology as his logo, label and positioning.Regardless of whether Chelsea calls him in the next game, no matter when Mr. Roman remembers that he is still paying him, Wang Ai will continue to do it.

The stadium is bright, and there are still a few teenagers on the youth team who are also training hard. They have no interest in dealing with each other, so everyone sweats silently, practicing their own skills.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai arrived home sweating profusely, took a sip of water, rushed into the bathroom, took off, flushed the water, and threw the clothes soaked in sweat and stained with mud and grass into the washing machine, purring. change.

When Wang Ai came out and went to the gym with his supper, several women had already finished yoga and came back, leaving the gym with a smell of fat and powder.

Turn on the ventilation fan, the autumn night in the suburbs of London is already a little cold, Wang Ai is resting while eating supper, and at the same time watching the technical video shot by Yan Zhu for himself, pausing, rewinding, and zooming in occasionally, taking the ball to play Rolling around on feet.

It was not until late at night that Wang Ai returned to her room. Xu Qinglian went to have a night talk with the sister Huang Xin next door. It has been like this for the past few days. For no reason, Wang Ai looked at the empty room as if she had returned to the time when she was in Laco.Going to Milan in winter, Xu Qinglian still has to stay in London. Whether she will go to Milan to accompany her after graduation has been uncertain.

When the time comes, maybe I will sleep alone again, and it will be even more difficult to be accompanied by no one in the deep mountains and old forests.

In this unspeakable silence, Wang Ai met Peter Kenyon at the training ground one day later.The big fat man was still smiling, even grinning, but he couldn't hide his exhaustion. When Wang Ai finished his afternoon training and was about to leave, he waved to Wang Ai: "wiwi, happy National Day."

A purebred Englishman said "Happy National Day" in Mandarin, and Wang Ai had to go through it in his mind before he understood what he said.In other words, Chinese people seldom say happy National Day. National Day is usually very happy, but Chinese people are willing to be serious.

"Thank you." Wang Ai smiled and shook hands with him: "How are you, Peter."

"To be honest, it's not very good." Peter let go of Wang Ai's hand and put his arm around Wang Ai's shoulder: "Come to my office and talk, we always need to talk, right?"

"Of course." Wang Ai nodded: "I've been waiting for you."

"Can't you take the initiative to talk to me?" Peter said aggrievedly, "We are friends and have always been."

The two walked to Peter's small office in Cobham with a smile. Wang Ai sat opposite Peter: "Don't let me go when I want to leave, and drive me away when I don't want to. You still have my grievances."

Peter shook his head and patted his big belly: "The club is a group of people."

Wang Ai nodded, and the two fell into silence, waiting for the other to speak first.Peter's thick-skinned, Wang Ai's thick-skinned, after all, it is Peter who asks for others, and smiled awkwardly: "So, wiwi, can you play in the game?"

Wang Ai shrugged: "I train every day."

"I'm not talking about simply appearing on the stage." Peter's expression became serious: "Instead, play hard and help the team with your goals."

Wang Ai also became serious, and then smiled: "What about the conditions?"