Consulate General of China, Zurich, Switzerland.
"How's it going? How's it going?" A clerk finally finished the work and quickly ran into the conference room and asked the people surrounding the TV.
"Another one entered!" Someone replied excitedly, but his eyes were still fixed on the TV.
On the big screen, on the yellow and green turf, the black and white home team was at a loss under the threat of the sky blue visiting team. The corner of the screen showed that the score was 3:0, and the time was just about to end the first half.
"How did you get in?"
"Don't make any noise, watch the replay later!"
"Hey, now, it's almost, haha, you see, little Wang'er is also happy."
"That's right, he has a really good attitude."
"If it were you, you'd be in a good mood, and you'd get the fourth one tomorrow."
"I don't have what he has. He's so awesome. What do you think he'll be like if he plays a game with us?"
"Then he can score 40 goals in a game! Don't think those defensive players are stupid. Let me tell you that any Premier League defender can score 10 or 8 goals in a game against us. He is much better than those defenders."
The conversation in the conference room became more lively with the intermission on TV. Consul General Liang, who was sitting aside, listened with a smile. He waited until the sound of everyone's discussion subsided before he clapped his hands: "Comrades, be prepared, be prepared."
Welcome our football champion."
"Can I take a photo with him?" a newcomer asked with suppressed excitement.
Consul General Liang laughed: "He is not a political figure, and he is kind-hearted, so there will be no problem. If you don't tell him, he might take the initiative to ask you, unless you bother him."
The person next to him teased the newcomer: "As soon as I saw you, I didn't ask you. I don't care if he comes here every year and takes photos with us every year."
"It's not rare anymore?" the newcomer countered: "Then if you don't want it tomorrow, I'll come and give it to me!"
"No, no, tomorrow will be the fourth time, the first in history."
"The first person in history? He has too many, right?"
"How can it be the same? What other goalscoring record and team history record can be as big as the Ballon d'Or? Only those combined together will do it!"
"Okay, stop talking, there are people coming from outside."
BJ Xicheng Ya'er Hutong, Wang Ai's home.
Xu Qinglian, whose belly was already obvious, leaned on Huang Xin's shoulder and looked at the TV playing commercials: "Can't we enter eight today?"
"The opponent still has some tricks up his sleeve." Huang Xin reached for a bunch of grapes and picked off a small crystal pellet: "This one is sweet."
"No, I've eaten too much." Xu Qinglian refused, but subconsciously reached out to touch the lychees.
Huang Xin didn't care about her and just kept eating grapes: "Oh, I just feel a little better now."
"What?" Xu Qinglian's green-white fingers flexibly peeled the lychee shell.
"Happiness!" Huang Xin snorted: "The three little guys are sleeping, eating delicious food, looking at beautiful things, and are free."
Xu Qinglian rolled her eyes at Huang Xin: "You're not bad. The children have all been kissed by you, and the little girl has only been with you for a long time. If Xiaomei knew this, she would have to roll her eyes in anger. I can't do it, three
None of my children are close to me."
"You don't have to worry anymore. Besides, I'll kiss you as soon as you're pregnant."
"Don't mention it. I've been dishonest all day long. I don't think the child will be fine after birth."
"How could anyone say that about his own child?"
"What about Wang Sheng?"
"...You should still say Wang Ai, right?"
"That's right, haha, it's all his fault that I'm so inconvenient!"
"When it's convenient for you, I don't see you asking for it."
"...No, I want to go swimming!"
"No, it's so cold."
"How about we go to Hainan? I haven't been to the resort for a long time."
Huang Xin smiled. She knew that Xu Qinglian's anxiety attack had flared up again. With three children and one pregnant woman, it was impossible for her to take care of four people in a foreign place. Parents and men would not rest assured, even if they stayed in
BJ also needs help.
Seeing that Huang Xin didn't answer, Xu Qinglian had no choice but to pat her belly angrily: "I regret it."
Huang Xin sighed and grabbed Xu Qinglian's hand: "Dear me, don't you want children at all?"
Xu Qinglian looked confused: "I don't know, I'm just not used to it. It makes me uncomfortable when I think about having a dragster in the future."
"It will only take a few years." Huang Xin comforted: "If we are sent to kindergarten at the age of four, and then go to boarding school, we will be free."
After hearing this explanation, even though she had heard it several times, Xu Qinglian still became happy: "By the way, he will be the world champion tomorrow, right?"
"Probably, didn't you watch the first half just now? With that energy, I will definitely win today's game, and he will score at least 3 goals."
"What reason is this?"
"I feel that all decisions are based on the world's will and people's hearts, especially things like selection."
"So, by tomorrow I will be the woman who is the best player in the world of football?"
"Yes, the things you give at your wedding must be upgraded."
"Well... tomorrow I will be among the women who are the champions of football."
"Haha." Huang Xin lovingly touched Xu Qinglian's chubby face: "You are almost ready to write a letter, right? If you get married in the spring, it won't be a few months, and you still have things to do."
"Well, let's talk about it tomorrow. Let's watch the game first and start again!"
This night, there were many people watching the game in BJ City, such as Zhang Xiuyun who had just left Xu Qinglian this afternoon. She was watching and chatting with her husband. His husband was a quiet person, so he listened to Zhang Xiuyun's chat. Recently
Zhang Xiuyun couldn't bear it anymore as big events happened one after another.
"I never thought that CCTV would come to us to ask for help and make a documentary about our little boss. I don't know if he knows." Zhang Xiuyun took a sip of the hot cocoa and said, "I didn't think he was so great before, but suddenly he is like this.
He is the world champion, oh, you think this really makes sense."
"What?"
"As you said, people close to you are neither great nor have the understanding of growth."
"Hmm." Zhang Xiuyun's husband pointed to Wang Ai, who was being targeted by the camera on the TV: "If you were by his side all day long and watched his every move, you would definitely think it's nothing. I can do it too."
"Hey, no, no, no!" Zhang Xiuyun shook his head repeatedly: "I can't do it. He almost has obsessive-compulsive disorder. He can't sit still without training in the morning and evening. He feels tired and sweats all over. This is inhuman. Normal people
It won’t be like this.”
"He is a doctor of philosophy, so he should have a self-design in this area." Zhang Xiuyun's husband pushed up his glasses: "I analyzed that he initially set up lofty ambitions, and then used every small progress to motivate himself, and gradually
A favorable positive feedback is formed, including exercise and training. Only in this way can he support the kind of exercise method you mentioned. It is difficult to do this just by willpower and hardship. People are lazy.
Although he does not rule out that some people can really be like that, he probably is not. I have noticed that he almost always smiles in public, which means that he can really feel happiness and joy."
This chapter has been completed!