When Wang Ai arrived home late at night, he saw three drunken women.
The miserable man had no choice but to silently pack away the wine bottles, snacks, plates, bathroom, clothes, bath towels and the three "corpses" scattered everywhere.
"Originally, I had the heart to pick up corpses." The next morning, Wang Ai came back from morning exercise and said to the three women with headaches: "I have always envied those corpse pickers in the bar. They must be very interesting."
Leonie said lazily: "Then why didn't you move?"
"I'm afraid that you might be impatient. I'll play with you when you're unconscious without any discussion. I might have disturbed some of your nerves."
"Well, I performed well yesterday. I scored two goals as a substitute. I'm still a rookie. This is a dream start anywhere." Huang Xin pretended to be calm.
"We're going to drink tonight, and then let's play. I haven't tried it yet." Kang Si brought the topic back again: "You should also have feelings, right? I don't know if it's stronger or worse. Have you tried it?
Well?"
Huang Xin was speechless, and Leonie exposed her: "I didn't try it on purpose, but occasionally in the past, when he drank too much, he was also interested. Did he feel it? It can't be said to be strong or not. It's like wearing a plug-in.
It’s like eating meat while drinking. By the way, your fighting power will be very strong after drinking.”
"Really?"
"No matter how strong the fighting power is, you will still be defeated." Wang Ai interrupted the exchange between the two: "Don't I usually work hard enough? Do you need to find other stimulation?"
"It's just too much."
"I'm warning you not to drink too much or develop the habit of drinking. If you really want to become an alcoholic, I will send you to quit drinking."
“Is there an alcohol treatment institution in China?”
"I don't know, but I know that the happiness brought by narcotics like alcohol is actually an overdraft. It overdraws your future happiness. Occasionally, oh no, it's unavoidable. For example, if you have to drink once, forget it. You can't deliberately use it to cheer up.
,did you hear that?”
Huang Xin breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I agree. Fortunately, none of us are addicted. You are right to remind us."
Leonie curled her lips and did not object: "Have you made breakfast?"
"I just came to call you downstairs."
After a while, the three people who had tidied up and a group of guards sat in the spacious and bright restaurant at the same time: "The sunshine in Paris is good, and the design of this house is more tasteful than ours."
Wang Ai looked at Leonie: "We used to prefer Nordic simplicity or Chinese simplicity, but here it's a little more complicated."
"The review in L'Equipe is good." Huang Xin, who was reading the newspaper, interrupted the chat between the two: "The artistic goals brought by the Chinese super giant lit up the night sky in Lens. Well, "Le Monde" also reported it.
?The best goal in Ligue 1 this season was born? Haha, I dare to say it. But the goal last night was really beautiful, and it is not impossible to be selected as the best goal in the world."
Kang Si said on the side: "It's a pity that the Puskas Award is still divided into cakes. Otherwise, it would basically have to be given to us every year. In other words, there are more than a hundred goals a year, and there are only seven or eight like yesterday.
They are all better than the one that won the award in the end!”
With the guards listening attentively, Wang Ai explained: "There is no way, these white-skinned guys can only have a psychological balance by suffering a small loss, otherwise I, a yellow man, won 7 golden balls, surpassing everyone in history.
"
"There is no award established in your name yet." Leonie said: "Puskas is great, but the number of goals, status, achievements, especially the best goal, are far behind you. I think it should be changed.
Become the King AI Award."
"That will happen decades later. If I am promoted now, it will make me a target of public criticism and have the effect of forcing me to retire."
"Yes, if a young player names an award, the organizer will be worried if something happens in the future. Even you may be ruined." Huang Xin said with a smile.
Wang Ai agreed: "Yes, the competition between China and the United States is so fierce now, and they may not know what tricks they will use. We can't have any real measures, but they can still make me feel uncomfortable and smear my reputation."
"It seems like you kicked such a beautiful and artistic goal. Aren't you very excited?" Kangsi took out her phone and fiddled with it: "It's much colder than the fans' reaction. I guess the club will ask you to be interviewed today."
Wang Ai shrugged: "I just want to create happiness, but I don't necessarily want to be happy."
"How cold... Huh? Today's cake is delicious. Who made it?" Leonie looked around.
Yang Jun, who had completed the three major tasks of getting married, giving birth, and giving birth, replaced his cousin Yang Li and went home to do this. He returned to Huang Xin and raised his hand: "I learned it at home."
"Okay, you will cook for the next month, and I will wait until I get tired of eating!"
After everyone happily had breakfast, the guards went to work, studied, studied, and rested. Wang Ai went upstairs to the study room where the layout had changed but the functions remained the same to hold the regular meeting of the college. As usual, he was teased by his classmates.
We have been working together for several years. Although the college has more work than before, the operation efficiency is higher. Wang Ai is still getting more and more relaxed while holding on to the personnel and financial rights. At the same time, from the position of acting chairman of the Football Association
After coming down, Wang Ai gradually let go of his part-time jobs in various departments of the Football Association. The referee committee and the disciplinary committee gradually came out. Anyway, he is already the veritable first vice chairman, but he just doesn't work at BJ.
But there are more and more documents from the Athletics Association. After breaking the long jump world record last year, the long jump committee of the Track and Field Center also "invited" Wang Ai to join. Wang Ai really didn't want to go. He was very unfamiliar with the track and field world.
Interfering too much with things there. In fact, the Athletics Association doesn't want Wang Ai to get involved, but there is no way. The results are too outstanding, ranking first in the world.
It’s okay if it’s just the first in the world, but what about the world record?
It’s okay if it’s just a world record, but what if it’s China’s only world record or even its only world champion?
There's nothing we can do about it. Just like when Wang Ai took office as the vice chairman of the Athletics Association, no one inside or outside the circle said otherwise. It's a matter of course. This is the case in the sports industry. It's reasonable to do anything if you have achievements, and it's reasonable to do whatever you want...!
So after the regular meeting, Wang Ai had to open his mailbox with a frown on his face and browse the various documents sent to him by the Athletic Association: No instructions are required, but you must read them!
On the way, Leonie, who gave fruit to Wang Ai and informed her that he was going out for a wander, looked at it for a while: "Do you also have to take the track and field coaching certificate?"
"It's annoying me to death."
"Looking at this situation, you will have to take a real job in the Athletics Association sooner or later. If your name is justified, it is better to take the exam."
"I don't want to do track and field."
"But Athletics wants to fuck you."
"... Just tell them not to go out. We are just hanging out here!"
"OK!"
This chapter has been completed!