Xu Qinglian was of course very careful. When she shared photos with her few friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university, she only had individual photos of the trophy. Wang Ai had reminded her that she herself was also careful to keep her personal identity information confidential.
Her friends knew it didn't matter, and they couldn't do anything to her without concrete evidence. But if there were photos of her and the trophy, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Whether now or in the future, Xu Qinglian does not plan to disclose their relationship to the outside world: you know it, you know it, you see it, but I will never provide you with evidence.
Compared with Wang Ai's skill in facing reporters, Xu Qinglian felt that her temper might not be able to handle it. Instead of being torn apart by the storm of public opinion around Wang Ai, it would be better to simply stay away, which would not affect her life or herself anyway.
Play with his trophies, medals, certificates, and...hehe.
After a long while, I had enough chatting with my friends and casually browsed the British news website. Then I was stunned for a while. Xu Qinglian covered her mouth and snickered and sent a message to Wang Ai: "There are explosions outside, everywhere."
Scolding Cannavaro."
When Wang Ai received the text message, it was already 11 o'clock that night, after he arrived in Doha. There is only a two-hour time difference between Qatar and the UK, so the feeling is not obvious. In addition, almost all of the eight-hour flight is in Doha.
After talking to Dong Fangzhuo, Wang Ai was already quite sleepy.
The person who came to pick up Wang Ai was Ma Dong. This guy has almost become a logistics support person for Wang Ai in the Football Association. It was him who went to the National Youth League, and it was him who came to the National Olympics. He smiled with wrinkles on his face, put his head back, nodded and bowed.
Yes, it looks disgusting.
"Well, Your Majesty, the room has been cleaned for you, the bath water has been put away, and dinner and midnight snacks have been prepared for you. Do you think we should set off now?"
Dong Fangzhuo was dumbfounded by Ma Dong's nonsense. Assistant coach, can you please give me a little face and lick harder than me?
Wang Ai was too lazy to talk to Ma Dong. He was sleepy and in no mood at the moment, so he hurriedly gave him the middle finger. When he got in the car, he found that the car was quite luxurious. Wang Ai cheered up: "Director Gao got rich? Did he do this?
Is there a good car to pick me up?”
"Hey, there is no money in the Olympics. This car was sent by the organizer. You know, there is money."
Wang Ai nodded and sighed: "In England, which is truly developed, the streets are full of buttless cars, with only four wheels and a soap box."
"The less we don't have it, the more we want it." Ma Donghun said nonchalantly.
When we arrived at the Doha Asian Games Village, the car parked in the parking lot, and Wang Ai shook hands with the driver. It is no exaggeration to say that among the more than 900 people in the entire Chinese delegation, no one is more famous than Wang Ai now. Whether it is the men's basketball team
Yao Ming, hurdler Liu Xiang are still part of the diving dream team, the table tennis dream team, the gymnastics dream team, the badminton dream team, one by one. An Asian stood on the Golden Globe Award podium for the first time, which brought great joy to the entire Asian sports circle.
, the sensation in the football circle is unparalleled.
The driver at the Asian Games Village may not know other Chinese people, but he must know Wang Ai.
The men's football match will start tomorrow, but the Chinese delegation will not come until the day after tomorrow, and then participate in the opening ceremony on December 1st. This is also the usual practice at multi-sport games. Therefore, Building 4 seems a bit deserted. Of course, it is too late now.
By now, most of the staff had gone to bed, and only a few were waiting at the door.
This is currently the only courtesy given to Silver Globe Award winners by the Chinese sports community, and most people come to watch the fun.
Wang Ai smiled and shook hands with a few people and took photos. It was dark, so he didn't care about the quality of the photos. Anyway, he was very happy to see them.
Going upstairs along the elevator, on the left side of the 8th floor, Ma Dong pointed out a room to Dong Fangzhuo. Dong Fangzhuo and Wang Ai greeted him softly and hurried in. Seven or eight hours of chatting along the way exhausted him.
.My mouth is fine, but my brain is mainly buzzing.
Ever since I was a child, no one could talk to me so much. Just practice physical and technical skills. Why do you still talk to me about troop formations, psychological warfare, and ergonomics?
...Hey, is that your name?
Dong Fangzhuo had forgotten how awesome Wang Ai's performance on the court was, but he remembered that the boss's tight spell was so damn effective!
"Director Gao and Director Liu should not be asleep yet, should we go and see them?" Ma Dong said softly.
"You haven't slept yet?" Wang Ai looked at Ma Dong unexpectedly, and then realized when Ma Dong winked: "Do you think if I go back to the room directly, will Lao Gao rush over?"
"What are you saying bad things about me?" As soon as the door to Leng Buding's room opened, Lao Gao's awl-like figure was revealed.
"Hey, Director Gao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. I'm going back to sleep. Let's talk tomorrow!"
"...Come here!" Lao Gao grabbed Wang Ai's arm, not forgetting to greet Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan, who were holding trolley boxes in their hands.
Lao Liu was also in the room, smiling as he watched Wang Ai being dragged by the arms by Lao Gao, and then saw Wang Ai fighting back. The master and the apprentice just tore them apart on the spot, waiting for the old and frail Lao Gao to be tripped by Wang Ai's feet.
After throwing it on the sofa, Lao Liu said slowly: "Xiao Gao, this is your fault. You don't use your muscles and bones when you are old. Don't do anything when you are older. Besides, how can you attack the enemy's strength with your own shortcomings?"
When you were playing football, you were not known for your physical fitness and confrontation."
The old man gasped and glared fiercely at Wang Ai, who was not even breathing but was still smiling with him. He suddenly sighed sadly and angrily: "My IQ is not as good as his."
Ma Dong joked: "It's okay, you are more senior than him."
Lao Gao glanced sideways at his assistant: "He is the deputy director of the Football Association."
"Why don't the county officials take charge now?"
Lao Liu was too lazy to pay attention to the chatter between Lao Gao and Ma Dong. Xiao Gao was usually very serious, especially when communicating with his subordinates and players. He had a strict demeanor, but when he came to Wang Ai, his demeanor immediately changed
, maybe because of a poor foundation. It has been so noisy for the past seven or eight years, and now it is too late to show off. And take a look, whose captain and head coach wrestled as soon as they met? The key is that the head coach still lost.
Already.
Lao Liu stood up and suddenly raised his hands to Wang Ai. Wang Ai was so panicked that he quickly returned the gift. He didn't know how to respond, so he bowed his hands.
Just listen to Old Liu say: "With glory, with glory. Xiao Wang, as your coach of the National Youth, National Youth and National Olympic Games, all the happy things in my life, Old Liu, are related to you.
Nothing else, you have given us credit, you have given credit to our youth football and adult football, and you have given credit to us Chinese people. Come on, take a look at this."
As he spoke, Lao Liu handed over a piece of paper titled "Congratulatory message from the State Sports General Administration, All-China Sports Federation, and National Olympic Organizing Committee to football player Comrade Wang Ai"!
This chapter has been completed!