"I can rest, or even decline, but in the end, in a given career, I still have to move up." In the car, Wang Ai continued to talk to the little beauty: "I even miss my days at Bayern a little now.
Nervous, so nervous that I have no time to think about anything else and just focus on business and professionalism. That’s called struggle.”
"Then you became a deserter." The little beauty sarcastically said: "You went to Manchester City to get the same playing time as those two guys, but when did you actually catch up with them in playing time? Since you won at Bayern
Well, then why don’t you continue at Bayern and start a war with them under inherently disadvantageous circumstances? If that’s the case, you will continue to enjoy the kind of struggle you want and won’t sigh here.”
Wang Ai was speechless, and the little beauty continued: "If you leave this flaw, it will in turn force them to continue to invest heavily in fighting you. Your war will not be able to end, and it will further force you to have no intention of thinking about anything else."
Wang Ai grimaced: "That's not... Well, you're right, I really can't stand it anymore. Well, I'm actually afraid of losing."
"So, you have always been realist. You have avoided a journey that may involve higher investment in exchange for bigger, more, and more glorious personal honors. So don't brainwash yourself with struggle or anything else. You are nothing more than
I want the honors of football too much, instead of being born with a love of struggle."
Wang Ai spread his hands to everyone who was listening to the excitement: "You can judge your gains and losses by looking at people. There is such a big mirror next to me. She advises me to be lazy, but her existence itself is a horn urging me to fight.
."
Now the little beauty is stunned.
An hour later, the little beauty stepped onto the turf leisurely: "Have you finished practicing?"
"Well, I've finished the reduction exercise, but I feel like I haven't moved enough." Wang Ai bounced the ball boredly: "I should do it again for a while."
"Go home and swim. If not, there's a gym."
"also."
When everyone got on the bus, the little beauty pointed at Wang Ai's face and said to the guards: "If you look carefully, you can notice that his complexion has not been very good in the past few years. His beard has not grown out, which shows that he
His physical condition is still very young, so his complexion should not be what it is now. I think he is suffering from long-term fatigue and has not recovered. His body has always been in a state of deficiencies, which cannot be completely compensated by eating a lot of good food."
The guards listened quietly and subconsciously looked at Wang Ai's face.
When the little beauty was talking seriously to the staff around her, Wang Ai didn't interrupt.
"So, you should get involved and work together to compress his training time and increase his rest and entertainment time. As a professional player who is 31 years old and 32 years old, one-third of the current training intensity is enough to be called a model."
"No, no." Wang Ai waved his hands quickly: "Although your proposal is very touching, one-third is too little... Let's reduce it by one-fifth first, and shorten the morning exercise and night exercise by one-fifth. If I feel physically and mentally
Once you recover, you will recover completely. I think it won’t take too long. There will be nothing else but the World Championships this summer.”
"Nothing but the World Championships." The little beauty sneered: "Others have a good rest in the summer, but you turned into a track and field star in the summer, at least a month, forty days, what else do you want?"
When it came to this, the little beauty also knew that she had to compromise, so she emphasized: "Four-fifths?"
"Four out of five." Wang Ai nodded helplessly.
"Four out of five?" The little beauty looked at everyone.
Zhao Dan, Qian Ziqiang, Zhang Guang, Liu Liang, Su Shi, Anna: "Four out of five!"
Back home, Xu Qinglian and Kang Si all praised the little beauty's surprise attack, which made Wang Ai realize that this was the plan of the three of them. In the gym, the three girls stopped practicing and stared at Wang Ai's face with their notebooks.
The amount of training is not enough.
But after all this fussing, the time consumed was almost the same as before, all of which was spent amusing Mengzi. Moreover, Wang Ai did not save any physical energy. After returning to the third floor... the women were even more satisfied with their plan.
"You forget when you start playing!" Wang Ai got up angrily in the morning light.
"Just tell me whether you are happy or not?" The little beauty kept quarreling with Wang Ai with her eyes closed.
"Am I happy and you happy? I opened it with my own hands!" Wang Ai was still aggrieved.
"Thank you, professional pistachio." The little beauty turned over and threw herself on the big beauty. Her hands were groping in the quilt, which made the big beauty murmur a few times.
The most direct result of reducing training is that he has more free time every day. Wang Ai spends most of his time swimming in the backyard or dazing around, and a small part of it is spent chatting with guards and assistants, which can be regarded as converting part of the physical labor into mental labor.
Four days passed like this, and I went to Valliari with everyone to play an away game on the weekend. Wang Ai, the starting winger, obviously felt that his physical fitness was exploding. Despite his restraint, he still managed to score four goals in one hour.
After returning home, the women expressed their gratitude and repeatedly stated that they were responsible for Wang Ai's reduction in weight. Wang Ai felt good, especially since his body had not fully recovered, so he did not say a word. Another week passed like this, this time it was the home game.
Facing Celta Vigo. Wang Ai, who was still the starting winger, scored five goals unknowingly amidst the enthusiastic shouts of the Bernabeu. When Zidane was once again preparing to replace him, he actually scored in such a short period of time.
He caught the opponent's loophole and broke through from the baseline to the goal, hitting the goalkeeper in the crotch.
This god-like performance mesmerized tens of thousands of people in the Bernabeu, surprised people passing by outside the Bernabeu, made Florentino put his hands in his mouth and whistled hard, and made his friend Martin finish the game.
I just thought of the title for the next day’s report: Double hat trick!
The boiling scene happened again after Wang Ai stood up from the bench at the end of the game. The Oriental superstar was all smiles and waved as he walked. Zidane, who was traveling with him, was even a little surprised by the enthusiasm of the fans.
Meilingers who are well-informed just have a relatively high ignition point. Once they are really ignited, their suppressed enthusiasm will burst out in a shocking way.
"Stop competing with yourself."
At the swimming pool at night, Xu Qinglian persuaded Wang Ai: "I know you have been feeling guilty about reducing your weight, and we didn't say we would never let you recover. Aren't you in a serious physical deficit in the past few years? You make up for it and then recover.
, we have no objection.”
"I think I've made up for it now." Wang Ai muttered softly.
Before he finished speaking, the little beauty slapped him on the forehead. Wang Ai became angry and said, "Just because I won't fight with you, you'll beat me all day long!"
"Are you wronged by a slap in the face? Huh?" The little beauty looked up and down at Wang Ai with disdain.
This chapter has been completed!