Reborn on Top of Football

"Go away." The little beauty scolded Wang Ai weakly: "I thought you would choose something related to you."

"What's going on?" Kangsi asked curiously.

"It's the latest one. It's one for studying technology, and it's also one for saints."

Seeing that the little beauty was in trouble, everyone comforted her to have a good rest and then left. Only then did Huang Xin notice that the back of Wang Ai's hand was bleeding.

While dealing with Wang Ai, he wondered what the little beauty could name the child. As a result, when the little beauty went out the next day to announce it to everyone, Wang Ai jumped up immediately.

"What? Wang Wutong? No, no!"

"Why not?" The little beauty faced everyone's surprised gazes: "It was you who mentioned Song of the Seven Sons, and you mentioned Taiwan!"

"But we are striving for peaceful reunification."

"I didn't say fight. Isn't it possible to use force to promote reunification? Isn't it right?"

"But... this murderous intention is a bit strong, even though he is a boy... But, what if there will be peaceful reunification in the future? Isn't this name called for nothing?"

"Use force to promote unification, don't you understand?" The little beauty was impatient.

"What if there is no unification?" Wang Ai also raised his head.

The little beauty was silent for a long time, and her questioning eyes swept back and forth on Wang Ai: "You are a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference..."

"I, I mean pursuit, I mean we can be unified sooner or later, but I didn't say how long it will take!" Wang Ai gradually rationalized: "For example, if our child has not been unified by middle age, will this become a burden to him? ? Being made fun of?”

This time it was the little beauty's turn to doubt herself. Leonie interjected at this time: "Calling Wu Tong directly is indeed a bit more murderous and impulsive. It is good for the children and us. But there is no problem with this idea. But you have to work around it.”

"It's better to call it Wutong, the Wutong of the Wutong tree!" Leonie coughed: "The phoenix sings on the high hill; the Wutong grows on the rising sun. The Wutong is noble and loyal!"

The little beauty who was hesitant at first suddenly made up her mind when she heard the word "loyalty": "Okay, let's call it Wutong, and it means loyalty. It's not like us, a bunch of rotten people."

Everyone who was bombarded by the map cannon was a little embarrassed, and the little beauty's pride dimmed for a second, but Leonie followed closely and said: "However, the literary atmosphere of Wutong is too strong, and it is easy for children to be infected with loneliness and sadness. Although this is more similar to Xiaomei’s temperament, the child’s health must be considered, so I suggest that Wutong focus on physical education and not let him get involved in too much literature.”

Everyone said yes, and the little beauty did not refute, but was curious: "By the way, lion, why are you so smart this time?"

The lion said proudly: "In terms of emotional understanding of the motherland, I may not be as good as everyone here, but in terms of rational understanding, you are not as good as me. Remember, I am a master of philosophy and a doctor of oriental philosophy from the University of Tübingen! "

"It's certified!" Leonie emphasized.

Ai Xiaoqing, who had been watching everyone's commotion, nodded: "Wang Wutong, what a good name. It has a strong literary flavor just like Wang Hongzhuang. You are worthy of being the child of a talented girl."

The little beauty was a little shy: "I am also willful, but these two children are different from everyone else."

"What's the difference?" Ai Xiaoqing waved her hand grandly: "They are all children of our family, and they are all brothers and sisters. The seventh boy, the tenth child, let's find time to celebrate!"

"Oh, that's not fair!" Leonie cried: "Why didn't my child celebrate specially?"

"Do you still have children?" Ai Xiaoqing glared at her: "Look at what you did to Wang Zhonghua in one day?"

"Why are you wronged?" Leonie really didn't know.

Ai Xiaoqing said angrily: "Although the mothers of other children have a plain bowl of water, how can they be affectionate with their own children? But you are not the best, you are really plain and you don't make affection with anyone!"

"Who said that Wang Hongzhuang and I are the best!"

"You're treating her like a doll."

"Just tell me whether I'm good to the girl or not?"

Ai Xiaoqing was silent for a moment: "Just tell me whether I treat you well or not."

"Okay." Leonie was silent for a moment, and then waved her hand: "Son, come here!"

Wang Sheng, Wang Zhonghua, Wang Tu, and Wang Beihai ran over together. Wang Sheng was still hugging Wang Ben and pulling Wang Xuesen.

"Hahaha." Leonie covered up her embarrassment: "Let's go and play with you. Let's go boating in the North Sea today!"

Wang Hongzhuang was jumping behind; "Me, me!"

"Let's go, count you in!" Leonie waved her hand grandly and left without looking back.

Ai Xiaoqing shook her head: "How do you feel about this foreign girl?"

The little beauty smiled: "Very good, no need to worry."

"That's good. It just so happens that you two live close to each other and can take care of each other. Don't worry too much about him for the time being, and think more about your family business."

"Okay." The little beauty agreed obediently.

"What about you? You're going to the suburbs to stay in seclusion these days."

"Not bad, just go home and rest for two days."

"Are you hurt?"

"Huh? Oh, wasn't this what she pinched yesterday?"

"I mean your legs."

"You can see this too?"

"Hmph, I'm your mother!"

"Uh, it's a little strained."

"What are you practicing for? How come you still have a strain after so many years?"

Seeing that everyone was a little curious, Wang Ai explained: "I wanted to develop new technologies, but found that after a hundred years of development, there are no new technologies that can be researched. Because the human body has not changed much in the past hundred years, and personal technology has already been developed in the early days. Yes, latecomers are just tinkering and making slight adjustments, unless it's like my stone ball, which is a kind of physical strength that reaches a new critical point, and that's what I'm doing now. "

"Has your strength improved again?" Xu Qinglian asked in surprise.

"No." Wang Ai shook his head: "The reason why it is the critical point is that the previous accumulation was just a little bit closer, and I reached it just a little bit more. This is a coincidence. But this thing tells me that new technologies must rely on new bodies, or old ones. When there is a breakthrough in the body, I consider the strength, intensity, and range of stretching, joints, bones, and tendons..."

The more he spoke, the paler the faces of Xu Qinglian and others became.

Huang Xin couldn't help but interrupt: "Do you mean to change the movements that usually cause injuries into non-injury ones, and then create new technologies from there?"

Wang Ai thought for a while: "It kind of means that, but it's not very accurate. I don't train to get injured, but to stretch, strengthen, and amplify. It's like changing a bigger cup to hold more water. The limit of the body is too big to accommodate The space for technology is huge. Even if the scope of old technology is increased, it is also considered new. ”

"But the price is... you are easily injured?" the little beauty asked.

Wang Ai spread his hands: "This is the only way I can think of to launch new technologies in a complete set."