"Congratulations, doctor." Xuan suddenly congratulated during breakfast the next day.
"How much did you drink yesterday?" Wang Ai raised the milk glass: "You just remembered it now? Besides, you already said it last night."
"Haha, I heard the news about La Liga this morning. Yesterday, Ronaldo didn't score, but Messi scored two. You are now 42, 37, 37, and you are 5 ahead of them!"
Wang Ai looked at Zhang Lu with a chuckle. Director Zhang lowered his head and ate steamed buns, pretending not to hear.
Duan Xuan said angrily: "I just didn't expect it at the moment. If Director Zhang didn't tell me, I would think of it later! Hey, let me tell you, if you dare to laugh at my IQ again, I will expose it on the show that you are dating Ronaldo.
Messi competes, you are in a battlefield that transcends time and space."
Zhang Lu finally spoke: "If you say this, he will become even more angry."
"Where are you from, Director Zhang? You are my work partner."
"I have met my idol. Please forgive me for running away."
After breakfast while chatting and laughing, Lin Long set up a camera in the backyard of Wang Ai's house, where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant. Duan Xuan, Zhang Lu, and Wang Ai sat next to a small round table. At their feet were 27 rounds of Wang Ai's broken Diet.
Muller's game ball with 6 goals in a single game, Wang Ai's game ball that tied Gerd Muller's 40 goals in a single season in the 28th round, and yesterday's game ball that Wang Ai broke Gerd Muller's record to 42 goals in the 29th round.
ball.
Wang Ai was still looking through the interview outline, and Zhang Lu was still answering the phone call from his child. After a while, Wang Ai put down the interview outline and handed it to Duan Xuan. Zhang Lu said hey: "Let's take a photo first, my child wants it."
Wang Ai leaned forward and asked Zhang Lu to take a selfie with his cell phone.
After Zhang Lu sorted out the photos and put down his phone, he saw that Duan Xuan was still debugging the machine and chatted with Wang Ai: "It's not easy to interview you."
"Well, I'm far away. I'm always in Europe."
"That's not it." Zhang Lu shook his head: "When interviewing others, I just ask about the game, lace, the future, and so on. It's relatively shallow. Xiao Duan can be alone. It doesn't matter if I'm here or not, and the fans don't care either. But you
No, when it comes to you, there is no depth or practical content, and no one is willing to do it."
Wang Ai laughed: "As for CCTV, I won't tell you that you also have to improve yourself."
"So, the work is much more difficult." Zhang Lu chuckled and said, "Xiao Duan and I have to prepare a lot."
"Director Zhang is so polite, and many of your thoughts are very inspiring to me." Wang Ai said politely, but then he thought of something and asked: "After the youth technical standards were introduced, what was the response from all parties?"
Before Zhang Lu could say anything, Duan Xuan finished his work and looked at the two of them: "You two, don't rush to talk. If you really want to communicate, put it in the show. It's all our material, so fans all over the country can watch you two."
It would be great if you could have a quarrel with the collision of experts' thoughts and opinions."
The two of them smiled freely when they heard the sound.
"Then, let's start now?" Duan Xuan sat next to the small round table and looked at Zhang Lu and Wang Ai from left to right. Zhang Lu was wearing a casual suit, looking free and easy, while Wang Ai was wearing a Bayern training uniform, looking relaxed and relaxed.
Lin Long manipulated the camera and finally adjusted the angle slightly. At this time, the light was warm, the grass was green, wild flowers were blooming, and there was a pool of clear water with slight ripples.
Seeing Lin Long making a gesture, Duan Xuan faced the camera with a smile: "Hello, audience friends, Teacher Zhang Lu and I are still guests at Xiao Wanger's home. A few days ago, we all experienced Xiao Wanger's daily life together.
, the training situation, and his study situation, today we will formally talk about football."
Speaking of this, Duan Xuan looked around: "You two, do you want me to formally introduce you?"
Zhang Lu was noncommittal and looked at Duan Xuan playing tricks with a smile. Wang Ai nodded seriously and turned to the camera: "Hello everyone, I am Duan Xuan."
"Well, I am Xiao Wang'er, and the three footballs placed at my feet are the balls used in the past three games." Duan Xuan laughed: "Three footballs are placed here today. I think many fans and
Like me, I really want to know how Xiao Wanger will deal with it."
"Will it be collected or auctioned?" Duan Xuan added.
"I haven't thought about it yet, but an auction is unlikely. Trouble."
"You should have a lot of similar balls, right?"
"Well, indeed, if I collect them all, I will need a house for my boss, and I have to maintain it, and it doesn't mean much." Wang Ai thought for a while: "So many of them have been given away. For example, they have been very important to my growth.
I gave some to the coaches, teachers, and seniors who helped me. My progress is also a reflection of their work, so I gave some to them. Some were also donated. For example, the goals from the three World Cups are in the China Sports Museum."
"So, there are five Bundesliga games left, how many more can you get back?"
Zhang Lu added: "You didn't score a single goal in the remaining games, which is a new Bundesliga record."
Wang Ai smiled: "Just try to have as much as possible, depending on the competition."
"Judging from your past experiences at Depor, Chelsea and even Inter Milan, it seems a bit special to be at Bayern? It seems that you adapted very quickly and got into the state very quickly."
"Maybe it has a lot to do with the fact that I grew up in a German football environment when I was a teenager." Wang Ai said with a recalling look: "Those two years were my first contact with the league. There were official matches once a week in a more systematic way, so I should be more familiar with German football.
The memory is relatively deep."
"Director Zhang, do you think Xiao Wang'er's statement is reasonable?" Duan Xuan saw that Wang Ai's statement was too formal, so he decisively provoked trouble.
"There must be truth." Zhang Lu, the famous "Wang Chui Si Ting" teacher said hey: "There is another reason, Xiao Wang'er..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Lu pointed at Wang Ai across the small round table: "He is 25 this year. He is no longer immature. His body, technology, and mind have all developed to their peak state."
"Oh?" Duan Xuan raised his eyebrows: "So, the Premier League single-season scoring record and the Serie A single-season scoring record are just foreshadowing?"
"That's a bit..." Zhang Lu shook his head and laughed: "We must respect the laws of nature. The peak period is indeed around the age of 25. At this age, no matter what league you are in, you may climb to the peak of your personal performance."
"So, Director Zhang, can you give us an estimate of how many goals Xiao Wanger will eventually reach after the end of this season? I mean under normal circumstances, that is, without injuries or diseases, and still maintaining a high appearance rate.
Down."
Zhang Lu thought for a while and suddenly asked Wang Ai: "How many goals did you score in Serie A last season?"
"48."
"What was the original record?"
"35."
After hearing this answer, Zhang Lu took a breath through his nose and clearly saw his chest rising and falling. Then he looked at Duan Xuan, smiled and spread his hands.
This chapter has been completed!