Reborn on Top of Football

The two brothers chatted for a while before getting down to business. Li Jun listened quietly to Wang Ai's narration, and accepted the small note that Wang Ai took with his cell phone from Qian Ziqiang just now: "Wait for my news!"

"Hey!" Wang Ai didn't let Li Jun hang up the phone immediately: "I said, buddy, haven't you been a police officer enough? You have been a police officer for all these years."

Li Jun was silent for a while, a little helpless: "Wang Er, you know, it was my dream to be a policeman when I was a child. At that time, we were both after school together. You said you wanted to be a football star. What did I say? I wanted to be a crime buster. Isn’t that right? You are a star and I am a star too.”

"Hey hey hey."

"Hey hey hey."

Wang Ai laughed for a while and sighed helplessly: "Okay, no man can take away his will... You **** knew that I needed you and you still insisted on leaving. Now I have to call you specially if I have something to do."

"You **** didn't hit me when there was nothing wrong. You didn't remember me until you were using me. You should use people to face the front and not use people to face the back!"

"You **** are just a low-level policeman now. Why should I pay attention to you? Shouldn't you take the initiative to greet me and lick my **** during the New Year and holidays? Damn it, I doubt this every time I call you. What have you done in Nian!"

"I'm here to help you understand the truth. You are a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and you are a double-huge, hairy man! I won't give you a fuck!"

"...Okay, **** it! Do it quickly, or I'll deduct Li Lin's salary!"

"…Fuck! Just wait."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Ai noticed a strange expression on Leonie's face.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ai asked suspiciously.

Leonie held up the mirror: "Look at you? Are you comfortable with being scolded?"

Wang Ai touched his face and found that he couldn't hold back his smile. He reluctantly opened Leonie's mirror and said, "Okay, he's right, I'm a **** too."

A week later, Wang Ai came to the Tiger Hotel to rest exhausted after finishing his last business event in Shenyang. Leonie walked into the bathroom with a phone in hand: "I'm going to interview you. Is it convenient for you?" .”

Wang Ai, who was sitting under the warm shower with his eyes closed and resting, opened his eyes: "What do you want to ask? Have you sent the interview outline?"

Leonie leaned on the door frame and looked at her phone: "Three parts, one is the ongoing anti-corruption in football, the second is your new season, the third is the nine documents, and the fourth is the World Championships."

Wang Ai stretched out his arm to turn off the shower, but he didn't stand up. He pulled a towel and wiped his hands and took the phone: "I have to ask Lao Gao. What she asked about this thing is almost to speak on behalf of the official. I don't know yet." What is the attitude of the Center and the Football Association?"

Leonie said "Hmm" and watched Wang Ai making a phone call and suddenly started to take off her clothes. When she passed by Wang Ai, she was flirted by him. She gave Wang Ai a charming look of "You will make me look good later" and then hid. Turn on the shower behind and take a shower.

Listening to the conversation between Wang Ai and Lao Gao intermittently, he hung up after a short time.

Wang Ai was just wearing slippers and put her cell phone on the cabinet at the door of the bathroom. When she came back, she walked under Leonie's shower and showered together. His voice came from the sound of running water: "You can give it to my sister later." Call me back. Lao Gao agreed, but he could only speak in principle. Anyway, I don’t know the specific details of the case. They didn’t send it to me, and I didn’t ask about it. As you have seen these days, there are always people who can sneak up on me. It’s best if I don’t ask questions about this.”

"Yeah." Leonie enjoyed the warmth of the shower and the man.

At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, the sun filled the spacious Tiger Head Room. The Tiger Stadium below was solemn and majestic. The Hun River in the distance was like a jade belt. The rows of steel forests limited the once boundless field of vision, but also excluded it. The vastness and loneliness make the very special room of Hutou Room warm.

The assistant was operating the camera. The old girl looked at Wang Ai, who was sitting on the single sofa opposite, and asked hesitantly: "Brother, haven't you had a good rest? Do you want to change the time?"

Wang Ai smiled: "Guang Guang can talk and already agreed to broadcast live at this time. Dare I ask you to change the time?"

"Hehe, but you do look like you haven't had a good rest."

"Maybe. In the past twenty days, I have been running around everywhere and my life has not been regular."

"Is there going to be any problem?"

"Are you questioning my mind?"

"...After all, it's a live broadcast."

"I think you should be glad that I may not be mentally well. What if I reveal some truth or reveal any secrets?"

The old girl was excited and then frustrated: "We wouldn't dare broadcast it if that were the case. Instead, we would have to delay the signal or something. The rhythm of the live broadcast would be messed up and the effect would not be good."

Wang Ai thought for a while and stood up decisively: "Then I'll go wash my face and refresh myself. I'll look at the interview outline when I get back."

"Thank you, bro!"

Wang Ai resisted and did not raise his middle finger.

After a while, the photographer adjusted the lens, connected the line, and adjusted the curtains to allow natural light to add a sense of time to the room to enhance the audience's "sense of synchrony."

The old girl walked to the door first and faced the camera with a microphone: "Hello everyone, I am Ma Fanshu. Now I have come to the Shenyang Tiger Stadium to interview Wang Ai. I just came up from the elevator. This is the Tiger Head that is well known to all Shenyang fans. room. The staff told me that it had been renovated a few years ago. The floor on the first floor has been replaced with transparent glass. When you enter from the main entrance of the stadium below, you can see the interior decoration on the first floor. This place is not usually open. Today Taking advantage of the opportunity of interviewing Wang Ai, we can take a look at her true appearance."

After walking a few steps and letting the camera take pictures everywhere, Ma Fanshu faced the camera again: "The decoration is quite simple. According to the functions, the first floor is the conference room, the second floor is the reception room, and the third floor is the bedroom. We are now on the third floor. Outside the bedroom door upstairs.”

In the camera, the door was pushed open by the old girl's hand, and then Wang Ai appeared in the camera. He was standing in the room with a smile, wearing a loose white sweater on his upper body and a pair of loose black trousers on his lower body, both black and white. Clearly serious, but also relaxed and lively, the contradictions are unified in him, turning him into an impressive character.

"This is our interviewee today, Wang Ai, a person who is well known to everyone but is inevitably a stranger." The old girl introduced Wang Ai with her back turned, turned around and shook hands with Wang Ai: "Brother, how about my introduction? Sample?"

"Not very good." Wang Ai smiled and glanced at the camera while shaking hands: "You should tell me my title first."

"No, it's too much, I would say hypoxia." Ma Fanshu joked and sat down.

During the live broadcast, the camera was switched to the machine that had been placed in advance, and the host and guest sat in their respective seats.

Ma Fanshu went straight to the point: "How does it feel to return to being an athlete again?"

Wang Ai started practicing Tai Chi: "I remember I haven't retired yet. What does return mean?"