Reborn on Top of Football

No one wants to grow up, even an old man and an old lady want to be pampered by older parents as children. Therefore, between truly mature partners, they must encourage more than criticize, they must be tolerant to each other like children, and they must be flexible to use various communication methods to protect the core interests of their partners.

Without Wang Ai for three years, Xu Qinglian is missing not only a World Cup champion, not only the first FIFA Golden Globe Award, but also the growth of Wang Ai in the past three years. So she didn't know that the man now showing "full of descendants" was actually deliberately relaxing the past two years and was preparing to start again in 2013.

There is no gym in the apartment. Although the embassy has it, it is too small. Wang Ai doesn't want to go to the embassy for fitness that is not important to ordinary people. If you go to the gym downstairs temporarily, you will inevitably be watched. So in the evening when Sanhua Juding sat in the living room while eating snacks and watching TV and chatting, he and Zhao Dan and Zhang Guang had four hours of self-weight training in the room.

Practicing late at night, I barely compensated for the amount of exercise that day morning and night exercises.

Holding a football, Wang Ai quickly fell asleep lying on the bed in the living room.

Early the next morning, Xu Qinglian pushed open the bedroom door, and reluctantly saw the three men start again with their shirts naked. The floor had been wetted by the sweat of the three. Zhang Guang, who was in his thirties, didn’t need such a large amount of training, but he was really idle. Seeing Wang Ailian’s coolness, he couldn’t help it. At this moment, he was immersed in push-ups and was doing push-ups on his back. Squeeze the backpack.

Said it is self-weight training, it is just that there is no professional equipment. If you don’t use local materials to increase the load, it will waste time and will not bring about the effect of exercise.

"How about going to Cobham? At least there is a gym. By the way, can Chelsea let you use their training base?"

"I don't know, I don't want to make trouble. It's shameful to refuse." Wang Ai, who was holding a backpack with dozens of books on his back with one hand, smiled: "Say it, I'm really going to the Chelsea training base, people will think about it."

After speaking, Wang Ai continued to bend down, prop up, put down, and prop up. Suddenly Xu Qinglian's flat shoes appeared in a narrow field of vision. He had to tilt his head and squint, looking at the unusually "tall" Xu Qinglian: "what?"

Xu Qinglian stretched her long skirt and squatted in front of Wang Ai, and stretched out her finger to poke Wang Ai's arm which was much stronger than the average person: "You are yours, and the focused person should not be disturbed."

Wang Ai rolled his eyes and continued to do it. He didn't count anyway, he took time and his own feelings.

Xu Qinglian giggled, her fingers danced constantly, poking, pinching, scratching, twisting, squeezing, patting, flicking, rushing, and mixing on Wang Ai's arms, shoulders, and back. With sighs, cheers...

"Hey!" Wang Ai, who was about to change his arms, raised his harassed arm: "I can slap you downstairs with this slap, do you believe it or not?"

Xu Qinglian stood up guard and took two steps back, then raised one foot and pointed at Wang Ai's head: "I kicked your head as a ball, believe it or not?"

Over there, Zhang Guangxiao was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. Zhao Dan smiled silently at the young couple who had flirted and cursed so early. Wang Ai grinned like a cat and haha ​​twice, and continued to do it.

It's not finished yet.

Xu Qinglian put her foot down, stepped on the heel of her right foot with her left foot, and her right foot wearing white socks broke free from the restraint of the shoes, and carefully... reached under Wang Ai's face.

Wang Ai was stunned. He didn't have the habit of kissing other people's feet.

Taking a sigh of relief, Wang Ai flicked his arm and moved his body half a meter horizontally, and continued to do it!

It's not finished yet.

Without this obsessive-compulsive disorder, I really can't hold on for these years!

Two chuckles came from the direction of the kitchen, and it was the two lackeys of Xu Qinglian who were arrogant.

Wang Ai still babbled, Zhang Guang had already run away, Zhao Dan stood up and prepared to take a shower, and it was really inhumane to sell dog food so unscrupulously one morning!

Seeing that the audience was gone, Wang Ai ignored her. Xu Qinglian felt boring and walked barefoot in front of Wang Ai a few times, until she felt Wang Ai was about to pounce on her and bit her.

"Also, it's not fun." Xu Qinglian knew that Wang Ai's anger was almost full, and went to find her running dog to show off the sense of accomplishment of touching the tiger's ass, leaving Wang Ai to continue talking, talking...

When breakfast was finished, Wang Ai also walked out of the bathroom, sat at the dining table blankly, picked up the chopsticks and suddenly asked after a moment: "Why are there no pig's feet?"

"What?" Xu Qinglian did not hear clearly.

Liu Dingxiang explained: "I don't know if you want to eat it, but I didn't prepare it."

"I saw one just now?" Wang Ai looked at Xu Qinglian strangely: "Where did you hide the trotters?"

Only then did Xu Qinglian react and smiled and waved: "If you give it to you, you don't want to eat it."

"You admit it yourself, you are a pig's hoof." Wang Ai shook his head.

After breakfast, Wang Ai began to pack up and prepare to go to the torch relay point for temporary training. He has prepared a special set of clothes for today. It is the BJ Olympics award-winning suit that has been sealed for four years. It is a suit with a pair of white trousers and a pair of white trousers from top to bottom. , He can only wear this outfit suitable.

Unlike ordinary torchbearers, as long as they don't have obvious trademarks, they basically want to wear them, but no one cares anyway. Wang Ai's choice is very small. If he wears casual clothes, it means he comes as a star, which does not meet the expectations of the Olympic Organizing Committees of the two countries; if he wears sportswear or even a jersey, it is not good to wear Bayern or Chelsea. ; If you wear the Chinese national team jersey, it feels a bit provocative... So in the end, I chose the award-winning uniform with profound meaning, full representation, and not offensive.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Wang Ai came to the scheduled torch relay site and received special training from the staff of the London Olympic Organizing Committee, including how to lift the torch, how to ignite the fire, running speed, starting point and ending point, etc. The British have a very exquisite work attitude and rare meticulousness.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Ai waited for the last torchbearer at the starting point. It was a middle-aged man Wang Ai didn't know. He waved at Wang Ai from a distance with a bright smile. Wang Ai smiled back and waved to wait. The two torches came together, and the flame passed to Wang Ai's torch.

Wang Ai turned and waved to the spectators on both sides of the road and many fans who came to visit him specially. Under the guidance of the officials of the London Olympic Organizing Committee, and guarded by the police and his men, he jogged forward with small steps.

On both sides of the road, the shouts of "wiwi" were endless, and everything seemed to be back many years ago.