Reborn on Top of Football

Lao Gao received the document and went offline. I was going to figure it out first. Wang Ai also glanced at the chat group one last time, and turned off the computer when there was nothing new. Then I found the newly published newspaper today and looked at the Serie A points ranking. Inter Milan currently tops the list with 63 points, Roma is second with 49 points, and there are 13 rounds left in the league. There is no suspense about the championship this year.

This is also good. After all, there are fewer Champions League games. With Moratti clearly asking him to concentrate on the Champions League games, he can even have more time to care about the national team.

Anyway, Moratti should also understand that it is impossible not to let him care about the Chinese team. It's better to cut the league and let him do two things instead of letting him do three things. This is probably also the common worry of all giant club owners: their players are too capable, everyone is rushing to ask for it, and the heart is still big.

After 25 rounds of matches, Inter Milan finally ushered in a one-week truce. The team has a holiday, and it is one or two days off. The day when Wang Ai gave the old Gaofa documents was the afternoon of the second day after the game, besides him, there was Huang Xin sitting in the room.

Huang Xin, who had been with her for five days, originally planned to leave. What she said was: "Leonie is coming over, so I don't need me to accompany you."

But Wang Ai was very unhappy: "Are you a prostitute? Leave when you feel good!"

Huang Xin beat Wang Ai fiercely, but he didn't make it. Since she and Leo Ni’s work have been switched, the frequency of communication between the two has increased several times. Some contacts Leo Ni can pick up, but Huang Xin can’t take it. So she stayed and waited for Leo Ni to get in place. Imagine the work communication.

However, she probably didn't expect what Wang Ai and Leo Ni thought, and she was teasing Wang Ai at the moment.

"There are all decent people in the family, why did you think so much about you?"

"University can't be in vain!" Wang Ai raised his head and said proudly.

Huang Xin pretended to be horrified and covered her mouth: "I heard the first time that Renmin University teaches conspiracy and tricks."

Wang Ai's eyes widened angrily: "Is that called a conspiracy? That's called a method of struggle, you have to talk about the method!"

Huang Xin curled her mouth and leaned on the back of her chair: "No wonder Lu Xun said about the book "A Dream of Red Mansions". Taoists saw lewdness, talented scholars saw lingering, revolutionaries saw fullness. You are crooked, you really can't blame Renmin University for not teaching well ."

"What are you talking about!" Wang Ai turned and walked aggressively to Huang Xin's face, pointing to his face: "Do you look at me like Sima Yi? Is he as handsome as me? Am I like Cao Cao? He has me. Is it so high? There is more!"

As he said, Wang Ai straightened his waist: "Am I like Wei Zhongxian? You should know it!"

"Boom!" Huang Xin shoved Wang Ai in embarrassment. After Wang Ai smiled and avoided, he straightened his hair. He felt that he couldn't be explained by the wrong reason, so he said the truth: "Everyone noticed that you are Chinese football. A person who made a breakthrough in performance, but few people noticed that you are a pioneering conspirator in Chinese football. You have been conspiring since the World Cup in 2002. In the middle of the year, you didn’t play much and thought you changed. I think you have started again."

Hearing this, Wang Ai leaned on the window sill and touched his face: "I also want to go to the bar the day before the competition, but isn't our strength forbidden. Diligence can make up for one's weaknesses, but in this era, smart energy supplementation is the universal law. . For example, in Finland, don’t you just have a bit of communication technology to stand up. If our Chinese team is still pursuing a gentleman, how can we win?"

"Are you a gentleman?" Huang Xin retorted, "I have read a lot of news recently."

Wang Ai shook his head: "That can only be said to be bad in terms of personal ethics, but on the whole, our Chinese football is actually quite magnificent. For example, who is the only typical? Rong Zhixing, what are you looking for? What about his opponents? Argentina is Maradona who takes drugs, Brazil is Ronaldo who clubs bars, France is Zidane who beats people, and Britain is Beckham who is in business. Take a look. According to our standards, what are they? ?"

Huang Xin smiled: "It really means something like that, why haven't I noticed it before?"

Wang Ai sighed: "Chinese football used to be dragged down by results. In fact, in terms of team discipline and players' personal ethics, at least they are really a gentleman compared to them. But this also has a bad side, that is, struggle experience. It’s not rich. Once people play with you outside the rules, you don’t know what to do. You said that the World Cup champion is in front, who didn’t try everything? But our thinking is inherently limited, no People are open. So if we get a black hand and lose the game, what else can you do? Complain? Follow the procedure? Hey, Westerners say that the winner is not condemned."

Seeing Huang Xin thinking about it, Wang Aiyile said: "You said that Messi had calculated my Golden Globe Award this year. Can I go to him to reason? Can I go to the French and ask for a reissue? No. You see, I've been so treacherous and can still be recruited. How about changing someone else? Lao Gao? Lao Liu? Lao Li? Lao Fan? Who can do it? Can I do this besides angering myself? Only every four years, China Football has finally come out in our current year. If we miss this opportunity, it will be a century if we miss it."

Huang Xin nodded and let out a sigh of relief: "I was moved by seeing the magnificent mountains and rivers that bad guys were supposed to be the first time."

Wang Ai held his chest in a sigh of relief. For a long time, he pounced on Huang Xin and couldn't help but slap her clothes. Nothing is easy to say, Wang Aifei wants to teach her a deep lesson. Huang Xin has been working with Shi Wenjun these days and has been infected with Shi Wenjun's poisonous tongue. This is the result that I didn't expect.

It can be noisy, and I can't help but think of the nonsense that "life is rape, you can enjoy it if you can't resist" in my mind.

Wang Ai was busy, being slapped on the shoulders by Huang Xin frequently. He looked up in doubt. Huang Xin pointed in the direction of the door. When Wang Ai turned her head, the charming Leo Ni had been looking at the crack of the door for a long time.

Wang Ai stood up, Huang Xin sorted her clothes, Wang Ai went to the door and hugged Leo Niu in: "Look at me and Huang Xin's live broadcast, right? I will let Huang Xin watch your live broadcast first."

Leo Ni laughed and didn't say a word, but Huang Xin eagerly reprimanded twice. Wang Ai only noticed Leo Ni's exhaustion from flying long distances on her face, and then let her go.

"What are you talking about? Suddenly there was a commotion?" Leo Ni asked leisurely after taking a sip of water.

After she finished listening to Huang Xin's analysis, she nodded: "Socialism is good everywhere, but the moral bottom line is too high. After growing up in this environment, both officials and people will be too naive. For example, after I die, how can I take care of the flood? Such monstrous things are widely condemned in China, almost none. But if you run into such an opponent..."

Speaking of this, Leo Ni looked at Wang Ai affectionately: "You have to emancipate your mind."