I woke up the next day feeling refreshed and still in a good mood to read the wonderful comments from various netizens.
Shi Wenjun definitely couldn't go to Tübingen with Wang Ai. He was busy and Kangsi couldn't go either. So on the 24th, when Wang Ai went north after a busy day, only Yan Zhu and Liu Liang followed. Of course, he and he
Hearing that he was coming, Old Kugel asked Old Shen to take a look at the three trophies. It would be best if Wang Ai could take the trophy to his sports souvenir sales store.
In the early years, Kugel had a stake in CY's sports goods store, but he later withdrew and let him run it on his own. He rented a house in CY Sports, which was considered a big store in the youth business district of Tuebingen. Wang Ai also helped him a little bit.
obligations.
At 7:30 at night, Wang Ai and the other three crossed the border and finally arrived at the outskirts of Tübingen. They almost couldn't get through. Switzerland along the way had issued a snowstorm warning. There was a lot of snow in the Alps. If it continued to snow, avalanches would not be ruled out.
danger.
Seeing the brightly lit town, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. It would be too tragic if a big star like Wang Ai died in an avalanche. They just finished chatting with fans across the country last night. Today's newspapers,
The online media was full of news about him, and then the obituary was published the next day. It was so magical.
Wang Ai is willing to play a prank like this, but the media is not happy.
Denzenberg's "Chinese Community" has expanded, from five houses when Wang Ai was there, to twelve. When Wang Ai was there, several people lived in one house, but now they all live in one house, probably because of different ages.
It’s the same. And judging from the exterior and decoration of the house, the Chinese flavor is also stronger. In addition to the players, about a hundred fellow Liaoyang people who work in sanitation in Tubingen all year round also live nearby, but they are concentrated.
Lived.
As soon as Wang Ai's Iveco arrived at the Chinese community, the phone rang. Old Shen asked him to go to the club. Is it Christmas Eve today? The club is having a dinner party.
"I'm late, I'm late, I'll eat three plates first to apologize!" Wang Ai apologized as soon as he walked in, and then went straight to the dumplings.
Eating dumplings on Christmas Eve is the correct way to open China’s foreign festival!
"The world's top football players also eat dumplings?" Xiao Zeng stared wide-eyed and hugged the plate: "Don't steal mine!"
"The World Footballer still farts, do you want to smell it?"
Seeing Zeng Cheng running away with the plate in his arms, Wang Ai proudly walked around with his hands on his waist. When he saw one, he asked strangely: "When did you come?"
This person raised his head, a little shy and embarrassed: "Summer, summer is here."
"Why didn't I know? Did I agree?" Wang Ai twisted his neck.
This person was even more embarrassed. He didn't know what to say. He was a little afraid of Wang Ai, but Huang Xin came out to smooth things over: "I agreed, what's wrong?"
"Oh, that's okay." Wang Ai sighed and sat down: "It's time for you to come too. I have too many things to do in the past few years and I don't care much about it. It's good that you are here. If I have time to come and see you, I will also think of you.
.”
This person grinned and pushed the plate with his hands: "Here are some dumplings for you. I haven't even used my chopsticks yet."
Wang Ai clapped his hands: "As expected of me, I am a fellow countryman, even better than Xiao Zeng!"
Lao Shen listened with a smile on his face and didn't care. He just watched Wang Ai teasing Wang Xinxin. He knew that Wang Xinxin was a few years younger than Liao Xiaohu, so he did not catch up with Liao Xiaohu's peak period, but caught up with him.
It was a low point. If Wang Ai hadn't taken over Liaozu, he would have left long ago.
He was the main force of Lao Shen's 81 National Olympics, but he was too old, so he didn't have the chance to study abroad until he was 28. When Wang Ai cared about Tübingen, it was not his turn, but it was his turn. Wang Ai
I don’t care anymore. That is to say, Huang Xin, who has been in charge of Liaoning Football Team for several years, knows it well and remembers him. He has no physical advantages and no technical advantages. He is pretty good at home, but abroad, even in the German second division.
Tübingen can only be between the main player and the substitute.
This was the result of his extra training and hard work after Wang Ai took over, knowing that he had a bright future in studying abroad.
After teasing Wang Xinxin a few words, Wang Ai looked around and noticed that in addition to Yan Song who came this summer, Zhou Haibin, Mao Jianqing, and Zeng Cheng who stayed behind, Zhao Xuri, Hao Junmin, and Gao Lin were all there. Wang Ai asked
Only then did I realize that these few people were reluctant to spend money on air tickets and also thought about New Year's Day, so they collectively ran back to Tübingen to eat and drink for free.
Wang Ai got angry and left, but he came to eat my food for free! He just ate it and even rummaged through my bag!
While thinking about it, I drank a spoonful of soup fiercely. I asked you to look through it. I locked it. I think you still dare to smash my box!
"Key key!" Zhao Xuri stretched out his hand and touched Wang Ai randomly.
"Didn't bring it! Forgot!" Wang Ai muttered, took out the key and threw it forward. Xiao Zeng jumped up high, got the key in a standard fighting posture, opened the lock with a click, and the three trophies were instantly
Being sold out.
Zhao Xuri was like a basketball center, squeezing left and right, and finally got the biggest, heaviest, and most beautiful one. He sat back in his seat and touched his head: "I never thought I would have another one in this life."
Become the World Footballer for a day!"
"Um, Sister Li, take a picture for me and I'll post it on Weibo too!" Zhao Xuri greeted Li Jue: "By the way, the name is wrong, I have to put my name on it!"
While Wang Ai was eating dumplings and drinking soup, he looked at Zhao Xuri brushing treasures. Not to mention he was really good at it. Guan Lao Shen asked for a box of cigarettes, took out the golden cigarette paper, and wrote the pinyin of Zhao Xuri.
Name, then dip some cream into it, and stick it on the trophy nameplate in a straight and correct manner...
Anyway, Wang Ai couldn’t tell even though he was three meters away!
"Oh shit, what a talent!" Mao Jianqing stood up after drinking a glass of wine: "You come first, then me!"
Yan Song, who was next to Zhao Xuri, reached out and carefully touched the crystal ball on the middle and upper part of the curved gold-plated copper plate: "This is really a ball. I always thought it was a circle."
Over there, Zhou Haibin held up the Puskas Award in his hand: "The balls are all set on the board."
Zhao Xuri pulled Yan Song's hand in disgust: "Wait until I finish taking the photo, haven't you seen it before?"
Yan Song retracted his hand: "I just saw the photo."
Zhao Xuri bared his teeth at Li Jue's camera and muttered: "The silver medals in 2006 and 2007 were all like this, and you didn't even look at it? Speaking of which, the boss is really awesome. In 2008,
So the second and third place trophies were cancelled, and he happened to get a gold trophy. It was equivalent to the last two silver trophies going to him, and this year's Puskas Award was the first for him. And in the early years.
The European Golden Boy Award was just held, and not only was he the first one, he won three of them in one go!"
"Let's go back to play. Don't damage it. This is a cultural relic. It will be exhibited when we return to China." Lao Shen finally spoke, and with one sentence, the group of people became more careful.
This also made Wang Ai breathe a sigh of relief. Looking back, it was really broken, and Wang Ai felt distressed.
He is a family lover of sparkles!
This chapter has been completed!