Reborn on top of football

"Five-a-side football? If that doesn't work, there's three-a-side football? If that doesn't work, there can be a one-on-one duel between a shooter and a goalkeeper!" Wang Ai was very excited: "Hey, I think if I really succeed in this, FIFA will erect a statue for me in the lobby of its headquarters! Haha, I have developed football into a universal sport! They have to burn incense, present flowers, and bow to me three times every day!"

Seeing Wang Ai laughing to herself, Huang Xin didn't want to disturb his mood. Besides, she was also looking forward to it, wasn't she? The more capable her man was, the less wasted her life would be.

After finishing these things, Wang Ai really entered a happy time. Others thought that he was sick because he came back from a long distance to be quarantined, but he and his friends realized how happy it was to eat, drink and have fun all day without having to cook!

As happy as you can be!

Wang Ai was so happy that he even forgot about the regular meeting of the college. It was not until several days later when Chen Tao called him that he remembered. But he was also furious because of this. I haven't finished the get out of class yet, and my classmates don't care about my disappearance?

In fact, Lao Liu and his team were also in a state of confusion. A lot of positions had been given to Wang Ai in the General Administration. If Wang Ai didn't come to the meeting, they thought Wang Ai was leaving. My goodness, there were only three expert titles and two committee members. It was too sudden, and they didn't dare to ask.

Fortunately, it was the end of the year and there was nothing to do, so Wang Ai didn't miss any meetings for a few days. However, Wang Ai received some news from the CPPCC at the beginning of the new year. Several members called him and wanted him to see their proposals.

Wang Ai understood that the so-called "let him see" was to hope that he could sign the petition. In the past few years, Wang Ai had asked for leave from the CPPCC, and of course he had no proposals to propose, but Wang Ai's popularity was there, and if he signed the petition, at least the attention he would receive would be greatly increased, not to mention his influence in society.

Wang Ai has not proposed any proposals, nor has he signed any co-signatures. He is not like Yao Ming, who is always busy. In the past, Wang Ai only played football and track and field, so the scope of his co-signatures was too narrow, so there were not many. This year, I heard that he was going to jump out, so the scope would be wider.

After weighing the pros and cons, Wang Ai, Huang Xin and others decided that it was better to be cautious. Although they might face a lack of support when proposing a proposal in the future, if the reason is right and the feasibility is strong, it can be passed with or without co-signing. On the contrary, if they sign their own names casually, it will damage their prestige.

During his vacation, Wang Ai took some time to read it, and finally replied with a few polite words, pretending not to understand the subtext. The other party understood after seeing Wang Ai's attitude.

Happy days are always short-lived. After ten days of eating prison food, they could no longer eat it. If Yan Zhu hadn't really made a meal of braised pork and steamed buns for Wang Ai, and specially made a meal of Hebei's eight great dishes, Wang Ai would have felt even more at a loss.

After being cautious on the first day, Duli started to have fun. He was only startled when Xu Qinglian brought Xiaohua and Sanhua to meet him, but he was very happy the rest of the time. The change of environment had no effect on him at all. He couldn't stop eating and drinking after the change of food rations. When he was ready to go back to the city, his face was round.

Kang Si will have to stay in quarantine for a few more days before she can go home and stay in quarantine for another week, even if she is pregnant. Anna will bid farewell to Wang Ai's team completely. She has done her best to pass on her experience in the past ten days. Yang Jun is fine. Florica is making rapid progress, probably because of her young age and strong ambition. Yang Jun can only ridicule himself for being old.

Many things cannot be done during the epidemic. For example, Wang Ai could be received when he won the World Footballer of the Year for the eighth time. Now there is no way. Even Wang Ai cannot go to the National Museum in person to deliver the trophy. The price of enjoying the internal environment safely is the increase in the difficulty of external communication. It depends on how you think.

Anyway, Wang Ai is quite happy.

When Xu Qinglian and her group left the hotel and prepared to go to the airport, she sat in the car opposite and video-called Wang Ai: "Don't get angry with Paris, just use your money to play your game. The economy is not good now, and you can still make the same amount of money, which is good enough."

Wang Ai curled her lips and said, "Didn't you notice that the Federal Reserve is flooding the market with money? Money will soon be worthless. Tell your family to be prepared. Looking at the current situation on the other side, I'm afraid that the flooding of money will not last for one or two years. The political struggle will inevitably be a rush to please voters and maintain power, and all aspects will be swelled."

Xu Qinglian nodded, "I see. Mommy made a lot of dumplings for you and put them in the suitcase I gave you. When you get on the plane, open it and adjust the position to prevent the others from being crushed. Don't worry about Kang Si. My little beauty and I come here every day and video chat with her every day. If she has any problems, we will go to the hospital. It's no problem. The mechanism in this regard is perfect."

Wang Ai nodded: "I'll leave the house to you."

Xu Qinglian smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are better off without you."

Wang Ai laughed, waved to his wife through the car window, and the car started.

Kang Si upstairs, Xu Qinglian in the car, the little beauty at home, and Wang Ai who was traveling far away were all reluctant to leave, but there was nothing they could do. They were still young and had to focus on their careers.

Thousands of miles above the sky, Florica came over with a cell phone: "Doctor, the new coach Mauricio asked about your schedule."

"Tell him that I will participate in training tomorrow and my physical condition has basically not changed." Wang Ai waved his hand.

Huang Xin suddenly pulled Wang Ai aside and said, "The new coach called you, why don't you answer it yourself?"

"Oh? Oh, right!" Wang Ai, who had been immersed in thought, finally came to his senses and answered the phone. He first exchanged a few simple greetings, then switched languages, English, French, and finally Spanish. He felt much happier now.

Seeing Wang Ai chatting and laughing, Huang Xin felt relieved. In the end, it was Huang Xin who did what Xu Qinglian asked him to do. Leonie had been having fun for the past ten days and was now enjoying a short break from work, looking at Wang Ai's various documents.

After traveling west all the way, day and night, Wang Ai finally returned to Paris. The next afternoon, he showed up at the club on time and met Mauricio Pochettino, whom he had met in the match between La Liga and Espanyol more than ten years ago but had almost no impression of.

"Coach Mao" had a deep impression on Wang Ai and his attitude was very friendly. After this afternoon's contact, Wang Ai felt that even the air in Paris had become a lot cleaner.

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" During dinner, Wang Ai and Huang Xin chatted: "The conflict between Tuchel and me was ultimately caused by the club's improper handling. It can also be said that it was a conflict between me and the club. After all, my salary alone is the same as Neymar's plus Mbappe's. So, Coach Mauricio's attitude now is uncertain in the future."

"But it doesn't matter." Wang Ai picked up a dumpling: "As long as I can eat this made by me, I can overcome any difficulties!"