Arriving at the track and field center training ground the next day, Wang Ai stared at the four words "win glory for the country" in a daze for a long time.
"Little Wang'er, what are you thinking about?" Director Du came to Wang Ai at some point and patted him on the shoulder affectionately.
"Oh." Wang Ai came back to his senses and said in surprise: "Why did you come in person?"
"Asian flying man, the second fastest in the world, is it normal for me, an ordinary cadre, to welcome him?"
"That's right." Wang Ai said thoughtfully: "If I were a foreigner, like Usain Bolt, you would still be a little behind at this level."
"Hahahaha." Director Du laughed loudly and slapped Wang Ai on the arm: "You are so rude."
"No." Wang Ai shook his head: "I think you are rude to your own people."
"If you are polite to me, why don't you become an outsider?" Director Du looked Wang Ai up and down with interest: "You came a little late, why did you call outside reporters to block you?"
"Really?" Wang Ai complained: "I just came to test the data. How could I expect so many people to come and scare me? I thought something was wrong."
"You're a superstar, isn't it standard for reporters to accompany you?" Director Du said pretending to be generous.
Wang Ai squinted at the smiling Director Du: "I didn't inform the press."
"...I informed you, haha, you didn't expect it, right?" Director Du laughed.
Wang Ai could only roll his eyes. Is it interesting for such a big leader to play pranks?
"Since you have such influence and there are so many people who want to know about you, why don't you just hide and hide? There are still more than two months until the Olympics. It is a good thing for the press to pay more attention to the march of the army, right?
"
Wang Ai rubbed his chin: "You have to be the leader. What you said is specific. Can I go back for an interview?"
"Isn't it called a formation? Let me tell you, the Chinese Football Association has entrusted it to us! This summer, you are under my control!"
Wang Ai's body crouched instantly: "Okay."
"Our field management center is very good. There are not so many games, so you can adjust more freely. It's not like your football team, which only has one or two games a week, spinning like a top all day long. But I heard someone say that you can't even make vacation plans.
It has to be put in a few years, but if we want to go on vacation every year, we have at least two chunks of time!" Director Du walked forward with his arms around Wang Ai in high spirits, unabashedly seducing her as he walked.
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"Don't lie to me. That's because my organizational relationship is still with the Football Association. This is voluntary labor for you. It's hard for you to order me around until you die. If I really come here, I won't believe that you won't drive me to participate in the Diamond League.
"
"Hahahahaha!"
Talking and laughing, we came to the training ground. People around us came over in twos and threes. Director Du said with a smile on his face: "How about, let's take a rest for a while?"
"Oh, you are living under someone else's roof, how dare you keep your employer waiting." Wang Ai sighed and took out his shoes from his bag: "Come on, is the qualification standard ten seconds?"
"Ten seconds is fine." Director Du touched his chin.
Wang Ai held his sneakers and was stunned: "Ten seconds is not enough? Our country is so powerful? How much is it?"
A coach next to Director Du said with a smile: "Ten seconds and two."
Wang Ai breathed a long sigh of relief, and sat down to change his sneakers without any fuss: "I was shocked, I thought I might not be able to choose."
Everyone watched with laughter as Wang Ai, the superstar, sat on the grass on the sidelines and changed his equipment. Adidas specially customized sprint shoes for Wang Ai and gave him a pair every quarter regardless of whether he was participating in the competition or not. All he had to do was make a phone call.
It's just that when Wang Ai took off his pants and took out his big underpants, people were dumbfounded. They were so colorful. I don't think you should change into formal shorts, but don't do them in such bright colors.
Wang Ai was a little dumbfounded when he took out the big underpants, but no matter how he went home to clean up Xu Qinglian, he couldn't reveal his secret now, so he put it on shamelessly and moved around a bit. Fortunately, as for his wife,
It's still reliable, and I didn't give him a piece that could tear his crotch apart.
Inexplicably, Wang Ai actually felt a sense of happiness. Maybe this is called Stockholm Syndrome.
Leonie, who was accompanying her, had stopped laughing. She hid in the crowd and kept taking pictures. In fact, not only were her pants not good, but her clothes were also not good. Wang Ai was not wearing sportswear, but an ordinary white jumper.
Except for his pair of shoes, which look a little different at first glance, he looks no different from a young man on the street. Without looking at his face, you wouldn't be able to tell what kind of giant football player he is.
Wang Ai stood behind the starting line, looked around, and praised: "It's really standard. The electronic scoreboard is all turned on."
"It's usually open. Whenever you run, I'll have someone bring the starting gun."
"You don't have to work so hard, right?" Wang Ai looked at the coach in charge unexpectedly: "Just blow the whistle and it's over."
The coach in charge said very sincerely: "I'm tired of blowing the whistle."
Wang Ai couldn't help laughing: "Then let's start?"
"Aren't you going to make preparations?"
"Don't you dare to do it?"
"Just half a minute?"
"Let's try running for a while first?"
The coach thought for a while, then looked back at Director Du, who nodded: "This kid practices in the morning every day, and he hasn't even spent an hour yet."
The coach agreed, and Wang Ai took the starting block and set it up. At this time, a group of reporters rushed from the gate. I don’t know whether they succeeded in punching the card or the track and field center was deliberately waterproofed. Anyway, it was just a group of people fighting with each other.
Spotted Wang Ai in flowery pants on the runway.
Wang Ai sighed deeply and pretended to be fine, looking sideways at the coach. The coach holding the starting gun became serious and nodded.
In many shots, from this moment on, Wang Ai, who had just been relaxed and even a little funny, became fully focused. The wide-open eyes, the bulging muscles, the relaxed body, and the proud posture were all silently
Tell: This is the fastest person in China, this is the fastest person in Asia.
At this moment, even those ridiculous flower pants became inexplicably high-end and became "superstar style" inexplicably.
A gunshot broke the silence.
This vigorous figure is flying on the red runway!
Within the sight of people at the scene, Wang Ai ran across the finish line within three or four breaths. The reporter holding the microphone rushed to the electronic timer eagerly, while the reporter carrying the camera had secretly adjusted the focus and got it first.
Answer: 9 seconds 88!
Wang Ai, who was coming back from the finish line, felt something was wrong halfway through. He lowered his head and looked, wow! The pants were crooked, and the bottom of the jumper also came out of the pants... After all, this is not professional equipment!
Wang Ai had to turn around and adjust before coming back. The most profound feeling his adjustment gave reporters was: He just ran away so casually!
So how fast will he seriously run?
"another one!"
This chapter has been completed!