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The five hundred and seventieth chapter has been holding back for a long time (9)

 Just as the women's football girls have been longing for the World Cup bonus for many years, this night's conversation is actually something that Duan Xuan and especially He Wei have accumulated in their hearts for many years. He joined CCTV in 2002, but has never been interviewed alone.

This is Wang Ai's first opportunity to have real personal contact. Over the past few years, there are a lot of things I want to ask and find out.

In fact, the same is true for Wang Ai. He hasn't spoken so freely to others for a long time. As his status becomes higher and higher, the relationship between reporters and him is gradually changing. He has changed from a vulnerable interviewee to a

He is a strong interviewee, and many of the tough questions that he could ask casually in the past are now rarely asked to him face to face except for big-name hosts such as Bai Yansong.

So much so that Wang Ai himself was talked about tonight. After taking a short break after eating supper, he took the two of them to the attached middle school decisively. This was a major benefit for the two of them, and how could ordinary people have it?

Opportunity to practice ball with Wang Ai? How could you have the opportunity to see such an intimate scene? These things are too small to be used as news materials, and will become key chapters in the memoirs in the future!

The evening breeze rustled, and the three of them were sweating profusely. After a joint training session, the barriers caused by time and unfamiliarity disappeared. Wang Ai still called Duan Xuan "Old Duan", but no longer called He Wei "Brother He", but directly

It's called "Lao He".

"Are these the Premier League balls for this year?" The three of them were walking out of the playground while talking and laughing. Only then did the old man notice that the footballs Wang Ai brought were unusual.

"Yes." Wang Ai nodded: "The ball is different. You can use the ball standardly when practicing in private, so you don't need to adapt to it again."

"How much does a ball cost?"

"I don't know, about ten euros?" Wang Ai was stunned for a moment and replied casually.

"Didn't you buy it?"

"Why should I buy it? There are a lot of them at home."

"Where did it come from?"

"It's a gift! It's a gift from the Premier League company. For example, if you win the man of the match, the ball used for the match will be given to the winner by default. I have won the man of the match at least twenty times, right? There are also record-breaking ones.

There are a lot of them, anyway, I saved a lot just by going back and forth like this.”

Duan Xuan and He Wei looked at each other, and sure enough they took action, each snatching one away. Wang Ai's hands were empty and he was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing?"

"A souvenir!" Old Duan screamed: "This is a souvenir from your big star Wang Ai who broke a certain record. This is a souvenir from a certain goal that you broke the Premier League single-season scorer record. Ordinarily, you don't

You basically can’t get the best of the match by scoring a goal, right? Then everyone is a witness on your way to breaking records!”

"Ah?" Wang Ai looked up at the sky and scratched his face: "That makes sense. But this thing is not worth much. As long as you don't sign and testify at the time, no one can verify which one is from which scene. Usually,

s things."

Duan Xuan and He Wei shook their heads together, like twins. He Wei said: "To you it's normal, to us it's a family heirloom. This is us, how can ordinary people stand a chance? If you don't believe me, try putting these balls up for auction."

Try it, I’m sure a lot of fans will want to double it a hundred times.”

Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "You are going to extremes. So, if you eat supper and practice football with me tonight, you are also walking into history? Isn't every moment of everyone's life history?

There is no point in enlarging it. Come on, give me the ball back."

"No!" they both said in unison.

Wang Ai rolled his eyes: "It's too much for you two to eat and drink together tonight!"

A few people walked to the door talking and laughing, and the man on duty a few days ago came out and looked at them with a smile. Of course he knew Wang Ai. There is still a photo of Wang Ai hanging in the corridor of the school. It is not a star, but a picture of Wang Ai.

He was the top scorer in the national college entrance examination. As for Duan Xuan, he also knew him. Principal Liu had personally ordered that all posters with this person on them would be torn down! Only He Wei didn't recognize him.

When they met the uncle, before the old man could say anything, Wang Ai slapped his forehead: "Uncle, wait a minute, I drove here today."

With that said, he went to his Audi car without any end, opened his small bag, found a standard photo, and ran back excitedly: "Uncle, who do you want to give it to? What should I write to you?"

"

The uncle opened his hands: "Ah? Ah, write, write to my grandson, just write: Grandson, you want..."

"Then I will write: Grandson, please listen to me?" Wang Ai joked.

Several people laughed together, and the uncle also relaxed. If it weren't for Duan Xuan and He Wei, two outsiders, he wouldn't be able to.

After writing a few blessings, waving goodbye to the uncle, a few people got in the car. Duan Xuan and He Wei even muttered: They have written it for everyone else, so it’s not bad for us, right?

Wang Ai had no choice but to take the ball and draw it with a thick stroke. After Duan Xuan took it, he saw what was written on it: "To Lao Duan, we are far apart, the marriage is like a dream, the love lasts for a long time, and the wedding is a blessing."

Lao Duan patted Wang Ai on the shoulder and said, "This is not considered a gift!"

Over there, He Wei has already read out: "To Lao He, I have a brocade hat, mink fur, and a thousand horses riding on scrolls, and a carved bow to shoot at the wolf under the full moon."

He Wei was shaking his head, and Li Lin looked at this interesting person in the rearview mirror. Wang Ai used this excerpt of "Hunting in Mizhou" to metaphorize his ambitions, and also implicitly included his feelings for He Wei, the new host.

career blessings.

This gift is so unique! How can ordinary football stars have such a wealth of knowledge and such ingenious ideas?

After saying goodbye in front of Wang Ai's house, Duan Xuan drove. When He Wei walked towards the car door, he still couldn't help but look back at Wang Ai's house.

"You're not in love with him, are you?" Duan Xuan joked without restraint.

He Wei also knew that Lao Duan was like this in private. He got into the car with a smile, hugged the football cherished, and was careful not to wipe off the ink: "Men can also admire men, oh no, I am not talking about the kind of Lord Rabbit,

It's about admiration and admiration. He is... I can't say for sure, but I feel really different in my heart, and I'm a little reluctant to leave."

Duan Xuan started his small Fukang car and waited until the car drove out of the alley and onto the main road before he relaxed and said: "His knowledge and level are all secondary. The key is the person himself. Logically speaking, he only went to school in a year.

Our one show is crazy enough, right? But do you see who is complaining about him? We know he is busy, but who among the big stars is not busy? Our station still likes him after all. Although there is a lot of talk about him, such as on the comment channel

By the way, it is said that the competition is quite fierce. But our sports channel is much simpler and does not talk about the unity of interests. Let’s talk about the national football team itself. Why did it receive so much criticism in the past? Because the national football team relies on us people to strengthen the motherland.

wish! We are a group of passionate people, and he is just like us. Although he is not our colleague, he is our comrade!"

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