The old girl bit her lip: "It's just eating, how do you rely on this? How do you, a big star, rely on this?"
"What happened to the big star? The basic necessities of life are the same." Wang Ai disagreed: "The expectations of my superiors, the expectations of the motherland, and the expectations of the fans helped me determine the direction and goal, which is to continue to play well and run well. But what about this goal?
Implement it every moment? Then we need some small methods and tips. I don’t know what other people rely on, but I rely on eating anyway. By the way, I eat a lot, and I am a famous ricer. Not to mention four meals a day, even
For late-night snacks, I need two kilograms of beef brisket and 400 ml of high-purity milk."
The photographer, who had always been unknown, specifically stuck his head out at this time, because he noticed in the camera that Wang Ai's face was really shining with happiness when he said this.
You are a super giant, the only double super giant in the world, and you are so successful just for two pounds of beef brisket?
It was late at night, and sleepiness came to people's minds. The old girl had stopped. The tired photographer winked at her excitedly, and she stood up: "Thank you, doctor, and thank you all for chatting with us for so long. We will start tomorrow."
I’m going to disturb everyone for a few days.”
"It's okay." Wang Ai stood up, waved his hand, and walked to the back room: "I'm going to bed first."
Marissa sent Ma Fanshu and Ma Fanshu to the door and handed them a card: "I upgraded for you. I'm afraid you won't have a good rest. This is the room card."
Ma Fanshu took the room card in surprise: "Thank you for us, Doctor."
It was getting dark, so Marissa called Ma Fanshu and asked the two of them to go downstairs for dinner. When they arrived at the restaurant, they saw Wang Ai sitting in a chair in a daze, waiting for Kang Si to bring him food.
"Didn't you have a good rest? It seems that we talked too much last night." Ma Fanshu walked over and said.
"Oh, it's a bit." Wang Ai nodded politely: "But it doesn't matter, you can sleep on the plane on the way back. I told Zhang Bin this last time in his interview, this is the only advantage of a private plane, you can toss and turn.
Sleeping is not like sleeping in one position on a flight."
A small breakfast was placed in front of Wang Ai. Ma Fanshu looked at it and saw that it was basically vegetarian. After thinking about Wang Ai's occupation, it became clear. Halfway through the meal, Wang Ai became more energetic and was about to make some jokes when Anna took it.
Phone call: "Doctor, the drug test is here."
Wang Ai suddenly lost his energy and said "Oh". After a while, the trio arrived. Wang Ai followed him and stood up for a while before returning to continue eating.
The old girl bit into a piece of cake: "Are they still following you?"
"It follows you everywhere like a shadow, popping up at any time and striking out unprepared."
"Is it still as much as before? I remember you said more than a hundred times a year?"
"It's not that exaggerated. After all, my main business is football, and football drug testing is meaningless." Wang Ai slowly ate his meal and said: "Actually, everyone can see my condition at a glance.
Okay, but overall it’s stable. My performance in so many games a year is generally a straight line with no particularly prominent peaks, which means..."
"It's impossible to take the medicine?"
"Yes, football doesn't consume a lot of physical energy. The focus is on control, so doping is useless. As for track and field, I don't train specifically for this. I usually participate once a year, and I just do a small training camp before participating.
.In short, there is no space or necessity to take medicine for a long time to enhance physical fitness. But..." Wang Ai shook his head when he said this: "I believe it myself, my friends believe it, my fans believe it, and even most people think so.
But who knows, maybe it’s a rule or something, anyway, my current number of drug tests is still consistent with my track and field results. There may be something like FIFA behind this, or maybe there will be more. The world record remains
He is the best sprinter in the past three years."
"It seems you don't mind very much?"
"There's nothing I can do if I mind. If it was like this, I would have been unhappy at first, interrupting my meal and chatting with my friends. But over time, I got used to it, and I could still do it when I went to the toilet in the middle and came back.
Take it."
At this point, Wang Ai put down his fork: "I've finished eating, don't worry, I'll go back to the room to clean up, and I'll let you know when I leave."
"I've finished eating too." The old girl also put down her fork and greeted the photographer to follow Wang Ai.
Wang Ai walked indifferently and said, "Have you packed your luggage?"
"I don't have much luggage. It was just a two-day trip back and forth."
"Ah, have you asked Zhang Bin for instructions? How many days can you stay in Madrid?"
"Three days." The old girl was a little excited: "What I told Director Zhang was to record a feature film called "Life" for you. Your professional skills are well known to many fans, and we can't make something too outstanding. You
Our achievements now are at their peak, so we plan to make a more plain program, focusing on your life, to reveal to everyone the life of you. Or, in other words, the life of a great athlete like you."
"Great?" Wang Ai turned back: "Don't talk nonsense. If this word appears in your program or program planning, I will ignore you from now on."
"Why? Aren't you great? I can't tell you the truth?"
"No." Wang Ai smiled and moved his waist: "You said you wanted to make a plain show. I know how others praise me, and you know it, so since you are ingenious, you should be more thorough. Let me tell you the truth, I
I feel like I've been floating in the sky for too long, and I hope that you, an outsider, can help me stay grounded. Besides..."
Wang Ai turned around and pointed at his face with a smile: "Do you think the word great has something to do with me? Have you ever seen a great person smile like me and not be serious? Ah?"
The old girl rolled her eyes helplessly: "Please, Doctor, please be more serious. There is no need to always belittle yourself like this, right?"
Wang Ai laughed and walked to his room: "What is great or not, let's wait until the coffin is finalized after I die. When I am alive, it is enough to say "excellent", oh, it is completely fine to say "top ten athletes"
Don't be like my sponsor, bragging. I think in front of CCTV, people like me are like crucian carp crossing the river. There are so many of them. They all wear the hat of greatness. Greatness is worthless.
, don’t make headlines.”
Wang Ai seemed to be organized. In fact, when he said whatever he thought of, the old girl suddenly felt that maybe this was his life: the ordinary life on the cliff bank was like living on the top of Mount Ronaima.
If you look down, it means food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink and diarrhea.
This chapter has been completed!