The vision in the forest became clearer and clearer, and the morning star in the east shone in the increasingly pale night sky.
From time to time, Shui Junyi unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of the sweet milk coffee. He walked on the yellow and green grass in the forest and took a look at the "King of Football" who was still concentrating on training. Oh, little Wang'er. He was very interested in defending.
The interview was over. Perhaps because he knew that he was bald, the man from Shandong named Zhang Guang had a bitter look on his face and ignored him.
This is really a special morning! The air in the mountains is extremely fresh, and the tranquility in the mountains is fascinating. No wonder he likes to go to the wild instead of going to the professional and luxurious training ground. Shui Junyi feels that he has not looked at the dawn like this for a long time.
The night before has turned dark, and the changes in pure black, blue-black, and deep blue are like a canvas of thick ink and heavy colors. Although the sun in the east has not risen, it is pregnant with vitality.
"What is the host thinking? Do you want to compose a poem?" Wang Ai's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, bringing Shui Junyi back to his senses.
"Are you done training?"
"Ah." Wang Ai held the ball and stuffed it into his pocket: "Go back? The meal should be ready in the morning. Today, in order to take care of your BJ taste, I made sweet tofu curd!"
"Heresy! Salted tofu nao is the authentic one!" Shui Junyi waved the microphone.
"Really? Then I'll put salt in your coffee later." Wang Ai walked down the mountain first with a smile.
The two guards at home were responsible for breakfast. The others got up a little later and were training separately in the yard at this time. Most of them were martial arts training and individual meditation. When Wang Ai and his group came back, they also collected their magical powers. Shui Junyi teased
This is using you as an alarm clock, and Wang Ai doesn't take it seriously.
The breakfast is very rich, including Chinese porridge, fried dough sticks, pickles, and Western-style milk, bread, and fried eggs. Most people, led by Wang Ai, eat everything, but they eat a lot of food, especially meat.
A breakfast of beef, fish, pork, etc. weighs at least five kilograms, and Wang Ai eats one kilogram himself.
During the meal, Shui Junyi's assistant turned on the camera towards the restaurant and pretended not to turn it on. Wang Ai didn't care anyway. Instead, the two monitors, Zhao Dan and Qian Ziqiang, were very vigilant and did not take any shots. After the meal, Shui Junyi
Yi and his assistant were checking the morning video downstairs, while Wang Ai went upstairs to take a short rest.
This is the most relaxing moment of the day. I have had enough wine and food, nothing to do, and am enjoying myself. Downstairs, I heard the sound of Shi Wenjun taking someone out to do some shopping. It sounded like there were not enough New Year's goods prepared in the past few days.
, Wang Ai patted his head and then remembered that he still had to go out for a couplets.
At 8:30 in the morning, the wooden door of the study room was pushed open silently. Shui Junyi hissed at his assistant. The assistant deliberately stepped lightly and pointed the camera at the back of the person in the room. In the camera, the desk on Wang Ai's left hand side was
Several tomes and a few magazines were spread out. On the desk to Wang Ai's right was a messy pile of manuscript papers. Behind the two desks were tall bookshelves. From the height of the 1.8-meter photographer's shoulder,
, is still very high, Wang Ai should have to stand on tiptoe to reach it.
Under the bookshelves on both sides, there are five book boxes with five school badge stickers on them. The camera paused for a moment, and Shui Junyi understood that these should be the philosophy and philosophy courses of the University of Tübingen where Wang Ai studied.
Textbooks from the Department of Literature, the Department of Spanish Literature of the University of A Coruña, the Department of Philosophy of the London School of Economics and Political Science, the Faculty of Agriculture of the University of Milan and the Department of Mathematics of the University of Munich.
At this time, the direction Wang Ai was facing was the computer screen on the computer table on the side of the window. There seemed to be an interview program playing on it. The language was incomprehensible, but it was related to football anyway.
Shui Junyi was thinking about the right time to speak when Wang Ai unexpectedly clicked the mouse to pause the video, leaned back on the chair for five seconds, then suddenly stood up and walked back and forth in the small open space of the room, still indifferent.
He glanced at the two of them, but ignored them completely.
The cameraman's hands trembled and he looked at Shui Junyi, who shook his head. He was sure that Xiao Wang'er would not be angry with them for no reason. He had wandered into the study room without incident a few days ago, and he should be in a state now.
I have thought deeply. As far as the scholars I have interviewed are concerned, they usually think very deeply at this time and are wrapped up in all kinds of messy and interconnected information. Not to mention the two reporters, even if a bigger figure comes, they just enter.
into the retina without being analyzed and presented by the brain.
To see without thinking is to turn a blind eye.
In ordinary people, it is a strange behavior caused by evil spirits, but it is very common in scholars, and it happens often, especially some scholars who are responsible for pioneering work.
After a while, Wang Ai sat at the desk on the right with a groan. He took out a pen from the pile of paper and grabbed a piece of straw paper to write. After he finished writing, he looked left and right, closed his eyes and pondered for a while before he was satisfied. He bent down from the floor.
Shui Junyi picked up the teapot and was about to drink water while watching the video. Shui Junyi quickly reached out and knocked on the door.
Wang Ai turned around: "Come in..."
Wang Ai clearly made a move to hide back, as if he was frightened by the teleportation of the two people.
Shui Junyi had no choice but to explain: "I've been here for a while, but you were so focused that you didn't notice."
Wang Ai let out a long sigh: "I told you, I seemed to have seen someone just now."
Shui Junyi turned around and pouted at the camera: "We are two such big people, but he just seemed to see us. Does this count as being arrogant?"
"Hey, don't provoke my relationship with the masses." Wang Ai looked at the photographer with a smile: "Stop carrying it, it's so tiring, just put it on the stand and record it automatically."
The cameraman smiled and shook his head gently. He held the camera and pointed at the desk with his other hand. Wang Ai smiled and nodded, and the camera moved over. Shui Junyi asked the right question: "What are you studying?"
"Oh, football culture construction." Wang Ai gave way. Shui Junyi moved a chair and sat next to Wang Ai to look at Wang Ai's scratch paper. The handwriting on it was messy and could not be seen clearly for a while, so he pointed to the pause button on the computer.
show: "What is this?"
"Well, Milan team history interview program." Wang Ai ignored the cameraman at this time, pulled Shui Junyi and said: "AC Milan has a long history, an orderly inheritance, and a deep social and mass foundation in the city of Milan.
There is also a corresponding rich football culture. Football is a game, a competition, a business, a life, and a fixed social activity. In Europe, this match day is a bit like our past temple fairs.
People from all over the country gather together to play for a day. It’s just that we play all kinds of sideshows, they play football, I mean from the perspective of social mechanisms and social needs.”
Shui Junyi half-understood what he heard and simply skipped it. He was not here to discuss the topic with Wang Ai: "Where are these books?"
This chapter has been completed!