"If you win the championship again, it will be the ninth time, right?" Lin Long pointed the camera at the face of Wang Ai, who was dressed in casual clothes in the living room on the third floor on the 28th: "Tell me about it."
Wang Ai clicked her lips: "What are you talking about? If I want to say this is just a number, some people will definitely think I'm showing off, but if I want to say how excited I am, it's not in line with common sense. So, what should I say?"
Lin Long poked his head out from behind the camera: "Tell me about the bonus?"
"Bonus..." Wang Ai looked at the side and realized that none of the women were there. Even the assistant looked at Lin Long in confusion; "I forgot how much it was."
"Don't you have any feelings about the unprecedented feat of winning the Champions League for the ninth time with a different team?"
"Well..." Wang Ai thought hard this time: "Probably, I will drink a beer on the night of the realization? Well, you can understand that I secretly had fun for a while."
Lin Long sighed and turned off the camera: "Brother, please cooperate."
Wang Ai spread his hands innocently: "Have I not been cooperating? The question is, can your CCTV reporters improve their questioning skills? Do you think I am a fool just for asking a question like this that has only one answer? Oh, you do?
Even if I am a wooden person, do you think your audience is also a wooden person? What era is this in? In the Internet age, brother, people have unprecedentedly abundant information. Can you not use the method of asking questions decades ago? Song Shixiong is because back then everyone only
I can listen to the radio, but even if I can watch TV, I still don’t understand or can’t see clearly. At that time, the TV signal and clarity were not good, so I was so nagging. Can it be done today? Isn’t it annoying people to death? Why do you just sit on the mountain and live in a city of sorrow?
, and you don’t want to make any progress at all?”
Lin Long made Wang Aipeng feel dizzy and sat on the sofa silently for a long time, feeling depressed.
It took him a long time to come to his senses: "It's always right to come from the masses, go to the masses, and learn from the masses, right?"
"Yes! You should study hard with me."
Lin Long waved his hand irritably: "Then how can I learn? If it were you, what questions would you ask?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Aren't you a good teacher?"
"Okay, this is a boomerang!" Wang Ai covered his face and thought for a while: "If I were you, I would ask, are you still excited to step into the Champions League finals again? Will not being so excited help you stabilize your performance?
?But will a lack of passion prevent you from extraordinary performance?"
Lin Long nodded: "Yes, what do you say."
Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "I would say that although the passion has decreased, I have gained more game experience, so I will focus on stability, help the team control the situation, control the process, and strive for victory. But if the situation is unfavorable, I think I can still mobilize
Passionate pursuit of extraordinary performance to win. In short, although I have played in many Champions League finals and won many championships, I am still full of desire for it."
"Okay, then what should I ask next?"
Wang Ai stared: "I don't know, I have to train, I am a super giant, not a reporter! I have to fight a tough battle in Valencia tomorrow, and I will win the championship tomorrow!"
Watching Wang Ai dancing and shouting "La Liga Champion" and rushing downstairs, Lin Long stood up and snickered and came behind the camera. He didn't turn off the camera just now... This was actually the purpose of the leader sending him here. Like them
With this kind of relationship, Wang Ai knew that he was plotting against him and would not get angry with him. He, Lin Long, could get video information that many people couldn't get.
For a star who is already 30 years old and has entered the end of his career according to the general rules, but at the same time is extremely brilliant, it is time to make a final decision. Any informal statement, behavior, or image is extremely precious.
On the afternoon of the 29th, the weather was a little cold. It had rained a lot in recent days. Many people in the stands at the Bernabeu were wearing coats and even down jackets. Wang Ai's box opened again, Huang Xin, Leonie, Little Beauty, Lin Long,
Marissa was there. In the players' tunnel, the Real Madrid stars, who were also wearing jackets, also walked out of the locker room and waited for officials to open the tunnel.
Ronaldo was sitting on the stairs, Modric turned back to talk to him, Wang Ai leaned against the wall with his hands behind his back and moved his cervical vertebrae. Below him was the bearded Carvajal, and above him was Kroos who just came out. Everyone knows
Today's game may win the championship early, so I am a little nervous. Pistachio Marcelo is not here, and the rest are not bitter and grudges, but also serious people.
"Hey, Wang, have you figured out how to score a goal?" A smiling Benzema came out and patted Wang Ai on the shoulder.
"Hehe, I don't know."
Wang Ai likes this Frenchman very much. After two years here, Wang Ai has given up making friends with his former teammate Kroos and "Gattuso" Modric. Only the Frenchman is not bad, but he is not good at all.
I don’t think there is anything wrong with Wang Ai being able to play center.
"It's best to score first and defeat Valencia's ambition to intercept us, so that everyone can save some energy, what do you think, Cristiano?" Benzema went to tease Ronaldo again.
"If there is a chance, we should really score as soon as possible, and we will play Atletico Madrid in a few days." Ronaldo is still so serious.
After hearing this, Wang Ai nodded at Ronaldo: "Let's take a look at the situation."
A few minutes later, Ramos came back and motioned for everyone to follow. After going down the stairs, there was a general player tunnel. Both sides took their little caddies and prepared to go out.
Everyone else was holding the little caddy's hand casually without causing any trouble. Only Wang Ai was bending down to chat with the caddy. Of course the caddy liked it. Although there were rules not to ask for an autograph, if the star took the initiative to give it, then it would be fine.
There’s nothing more to say. It’s just that Real Madrid warned Wang Ai not to always give benefits to the caddy, so as not to cause the caddy to fight for it during the schedule.
But chatting is still possible.
"Goodbye, Abano!" After the group photo was completed, Wang Ai waved enthusiastically to the caddy.
Zidane on the sidelines watched this scene silently, and his assistant came up and whispered: "The king is in good condition, very relaxed."
Zidane sniffed: "We took care of him in the last game, now it's his turn to take care of us."
The assistant chuckled: "Is he the boss of Deportivo?"
Zidane curled his lips: "Even if it's not, it must be related. Deportivo cooperates with a team in the Bundesliga all year round, and that Chen is his national team teammate."
"It's just a bit unprofessional."
"Well, strictly speaking, it's definitely not professional, but it just so happens that he is about to be rotated, and we have decided on the overall situation, and he has made great contributions, so if it doesn't matter, we can take care of his emotions, as long as he can stand up when we need him.
Come out and everything will be fine."
This chapter has been completed!