Reborn on Top of Football

I woke up refreshed the next day, and still kept the good mood of watching the gods' evaluations of various netizens.

Shi Wenjun definitely can't go to Tubingen with Wang Ai, he is busy, and Kang Si can't go either. So when Wang Ai was busy going north on the 24th, only Yan Zhu and Liu Liang followed. Of course, there are three of his trophies. Hearing that he is coming, Old Kugel specially asked Old Shen to bring him a message and wanted to see it. It would be best if Wang Ai could take the trophy to his sports memorabilia sales shop.

In the early years, Kugel had shares in CY in the sports goods store, but he later withdrew, let him get it himself, and rented the house of CY Sports. It was regarded as a big store in the Tübingen youth business district, and Wang Ai was also a little help him. Obligations.

At 7:30 in the evening, Wang Ai and the three people crossed the border and finally arrived at the outskirts of Tubingen. Almost unable to make it through, Switzerland along the way has issued a wind and snow warning, there is a lot of snow in the Alps, and further snow does not rule out the danger of avalanches.

Seeing the brightly lit town, the three finally breathed a sigh of relief. If a big star like Wang Ai died in an avalanche, it would be too tragic. Last night, I just finished talking with fans all over the country. Today’s newspapers and online media are full of his news, and then the next day is tight. Then issued an obituary, it was too magical.

Wang Ai is willing to play such a prank, but the media is not happy.

Denzenborg’s “Chinese community” has expanded, and the five-seat houses in Wang Ai’s time have become twelve. When Wang Ai was there, several people lived there, but now they are all one by one, probably because of their age. Moreover, from the perspective of the exterior and decoration of the house, the Chinese flavor is also stronger. In addition to the players, a hundred or so fellow Liaoyang villagers who work in environmental sanitation in Tubingen all year round also live nearby, but they live in a concentrated manner.

As soon as Wang Ai’s Iveco arrived in the Chinese community, the phone rang. Old Shen asked him to go to the club. Is it Christmas Eve? The club is having a dinner party.

"I'm late, I'm late, I'll eat three plates of apology first!" Wang Ai apologized as soon as he entered the door, and then went straight to the dumplings.

Eating dumplings on Christmas Eve is the correct way to open the Chinese foreign festival!

"World Footballer also eats dumplings?" Xiao Zeng stared wide-eyed, holding the plate: "Don't grab me!"

"Mr. World Football is still farting, do you want to smell it?"

Seeing Zeng Cheng running away holding the plate, Wang Ai slapped his waist triumphantly around, saw one at a glance, and said strangely: "When did you come?"

This person raised his head, a little shy and embarrassed: "Summer, summer is here."

"Why don't I know? Did I agree?" Wang Ai twisted his neck.

This one is even more embarrassed. I don’t know what to say. He was a little afraid of Wang Ai, or Huang Xin came out to make a round of it: "I agree, what's the matter?"

"Oh, that's all right." Wang Ai sighed and sat down: "You should come too. I have been doing too much in the past few years and I didn't care much. It's good for you to come. I want to see it later and I will also think of you. ."

This one grinned and pushed the plate with his hands: "I'll eat dumplings for you, mine, I haven't moved my chopsticks yet."

Wang Ai slapped his face: "As expected, I am a fellow, I am better than Xiao Zeng!"

Lao Shen listened with a smile, no matter what, he watched Wang Ai molesting Wang Xinxin here. He knew that Wang Xinxin was a few years younger than Liao Xiaohu's generation, so he did not catch up with the peak period of Liao Xiaohu, but caught up with the low tide period. Had it not been for Wang Ai to take over Liaozu, he would have left.

He is the main force of Lao Shen's 81 National Olympics, but he is too sluggish, so he didn't have the chance to stay abroad until he was 28. When Wang Ai cared about Tubingen, it was not his turn. It was his turn, and Wang Ai didn't care anymore. That is to say, Huang Xin, who has been in charge of Liaozu for several years, knows in his heart that he only took shape. He doesn't have much advantage in body and technology. He is not bad at home, but when he goes abroad, even if it is Tubingen of Bundesliga, he can only be between the main force and the substitute.

This is the result of his extra training and hard work knowing that he has a bright future for studying abroad after Wang Ai took over.

After teasing Wang Xinxin a few words, Wang Ai looked around and noticed that, except for Yan Song who came this summer, Zhou Haibin, Mao Jianqing, and Zeng Cheng who were left behind, Zhao Xuri, Hao Junmin, and Gao Lin were all there. When Wang Ai asked, they knew that these people were also reluctant to pay for the airfare, and thought about New Year's Day, so they collectively ran back to Tubingen to eat for nothing.

Wang Ai got angry and left, and came to eat me for nothing! Just eat it and look through my bag!

While thinking about it, I drank a spoonful of soup viciously. I told you to flip it. I was locked. I think you dare to smash my box!

"Key key!" Zhao Xuri reached out and touched Wang Ai around.

"No! Forgot!" Wang Ai dealt with it poorly, took out the key and threw it forward. Xiao Zeng jumped up and took the key in a standard save position. He opened the lock with a click, and the three trophies were instantly available. Was scrambled out.

Like a basketball center, Zhao Xuri squeezed left and right, and finally got the biggest, heaviest and most beautiful one. He sat back in his position and touched his head: "I don’t think I still have it in my life. One day to be the world's footballer!"

"Well, Sister Li, take a picture of me, and I want to post a Weibo too!" Zhao Xuri greeted Li Jue: "Yes, this name is wrong, I have to get my name up!"

Wang Ai was eating dumplings and drinking soup. He watched Zhao Xuri brushing treasures there. Not to mention he really had a trick. Guan Lao Shen asked for a box of cigarettes, took out the golden cigarette paper, and wrote the pinyin of Zhao Xuri. Name, then dipped in some cream, and put it right on the trophy nameplate...

Anyway, Wang Ai really can't see it after three meters!

"Hey, what a talent!" Mao Jianqing stood up with a bottle of wine, "You come first, then me!"

Yan Song next to Zhao Xuri reached out and carefully touched the crystal ball in the middle and upper part of the curved gilded copper plate: "This is really a ball, I always thought it was a circle."

Zhou Haibin raised the Puskas Prize in his hand over there: "The **** are all set on the board."

Zhao Xuri disgusted and pulled Yan Song's hand: "When I finish the photo, haven't you seen the one before?"

Yan Song retracted his hand: "I just saw the photo."

Zhao Xuri bared his teeth in front of Li Jue's camera, and still murmured: "Both silver in 2006 and 2007 were both like this, you didn't watch it? Oh, the boss is really good, in 2008. He canceled the second and third trophies, and he happened to take a gold one. The last two silver ones belonged to him, and this year's Puskas Prize is the first time, his. There are still early years. The European Golden Boy Award has just been held. Not only is it his first one, but he won three in one go!"

"It's fun, don't damage it. This is a cultural relic. It will be exhibited when returning to China." Old Shen finally spoke, and he was very careful about this group of people in one sentence.

This also let Wang Ai breathe a sigh of relief, and after looking at it, it really broke, and Wang Ai was also distressed.

He is a shining lover of the family!