"Are you stressed again?" Leonie asked with concern on the way back to the car.
"No, I'm thinking about the feasibility of this matter."
"If you really can't, don't listen to him."
Wang Ai laughed: "If I don't listen to him, why would I bring you here?"
"Even without his support, my work will not be impossible to implement."
Wang Ai nodded, leaned on the back seat and thought for a while before saying: "The leader reminded me that in this year's Champions League, I will only be a Golden Boot at best, just like last year. It is February now, and interested opponents have almost begun to exert their strength.
Well, if I continue to be so vague, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up."
"Then can you hold on?"
Wang Ai pursed his lips and shook his head: "I don't know yet, so I'm still thinking about what to do."
When the car arrived in front of the house, Leonie, who was frowning and thinking hard, suddenly said: "How about another cut?"
"What?"
"I mean, cut off another piece of the part that distracts you." Leonie turned around: "There are many things in your life, such as the competition for two major awards, the prospects of the Olympics, and the stability of the national team.
.”
Wang Ai smiled and shook his head: "How can I cut these off?"
"Why not? Other stars are much simpler than you. They are just responsible for playing football and practicing. How are they like you? What do you do when you leave your agent? What do you do as a press officer? What do you do as a coach?"
Wang Ai shook his head and got out of the car. Leonie continued to persuade beside him: "You are a star in the 21st century. You can no longer follow the 20th century model. The life patterns of the stars are the same, which in itself shows that it is necessary.
Sex, rationality. If you insist on walking a path alone, then we won’t know how to deal with problems. So the best way is for you to get closer to them, even temporarily."
Wang Ai nodded; "Speak later, don't let my mother hear."
At home, my father went back to Liaoyang to give money to the elderly on both sides. My mother excused her son from returning. When she saw the two of them coming back, she asked a few questions and waved Wang Ai away. She pulled Leonie and didn’t know what to say.
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Back in the room, Wang Ai sat for a while, and turned on the computer as usual to find information about the match between Australia and Thailand. He looked at it, fascinated. He waited until Leonie lay behind and licked his earlobe before he changed his gaze: "I
What did mom tell you?"
"Nothing." Leonie looked directly into Wang Ai's eyes: "Look, how long have you been back in your room? Others will also care, but they will not watch the game video in detail, read the analysis of all parties, let alone give
The head coach sent an email asking to share his opinion. I know you are the captain, and yes, some captains may be responsible for doing this, but they will never do it on Christmas Day!"
Wang Ai nodded and admitted that what Leonie said made sense.
Leonie, who had blond hair in a bun, felt a little hot and unbuttoned a few buttons of her brown coat: "What is the life of a star in the 21st century like? Train seriously during training, play seriously during holidays, maybe go fishing,
Swimming, rock climbing, skiing, vacation, maybe going to bars and nightclubs, getting drunk, or finding a beautiful girl to take home, or going to the casino to have fun. You see, this is called releasing stress. In their daily life
, there is almost no football, and even deliberately stay away. What about you? It’s football at work, and it’s football after work. Even if it’s corporate decision-making, beyond CY, football festivals, etc., it’s still football.”
"I have a strong brain." Wang Ai pointed at his temple with two fingers together, as if he shot himself.
"You can indeed adapt, but how long will it take? The leader said that the fans have wishes and the people have voices, can you afford to wait? Let's talk again!" Leonie's tone became serious: "A person who has been doing mental work for a long time, if he doesn't pay attention
If you rest, it is easy to develop mental illness. You are still in the early stages of anxiety. If you don't control it, it will turn into depression sooner or later."
"So powerful?" Wang Ai said in surprise: "Can't? I am so rich and have such a high status, how can I still be depressed? If I am going to be depressed, what will happen to the people across the country?"
Leonie couldn't talk to Wang Ai, so she simply kept silent and looked straight at him without smiling at all, and slapped Wang Ai's hand away again.
Wang Ai retracted his hand and was speechless. Leonie's voice was cold: "I was different 24 hours ago from now. Things that I would have put aside for a while 24 hours ago will be very angry now."
Wang Ai understood Leonie's subtext and explained seriously: "I have tried it, and meditation is still useful."
"Too slow, too late. Don't think that the fans' wishes are annoying, that you can escape, or that they are forcing you. You have reached this position, and this is what you have to bear, and this is what you have to respond to.
"
Seeing Wang Ai closing his eyes tiredly, Leonie stood up, sat in Wang Ai's arms and held his face: "Can you live a simpler life, even if it's temporary?"
"Like the others?"
"yes!"
"Okay!" Wang Ai stood up holding Leonie and walked to the bed.
"It's time to eat..."
"Who said it was you?" Wang Ai said with a straight face, "I'll go out and find someone else, one a day!"
After saying that, Wang Ai walked away angrily. Of course Wang Ai would not actually go to the bar, but turned around and went to the gym next door. He has hardly lived a simple life since he was a child. He has been used to it for so many years.
If you want to change it all at once, you will be confused and upset.
After dinner, Wang Ai went to the gym alone and didn't take a shower until 8pm when he was tired and returned to his room.
As soon as I opened the door, I was shocked to see that the room was full of colors and the music was blasting.
Amid the sound of music and under the light and shadow, a waitress came over with a tray. Wang Ai took a look, Kang Si!
"Mr. Wang, please take a seat, the show is about to begin. What would you like to drink? Beer, whiskey, Maotai, brandy or vodka? Of course there is juice? But no milkshake." Kang Si smiled brightly and was extremely dedicated.
Wang Ai let out a breath and was moved to his seat by Kang Si. Then he noticed a curtain in front of the bed opposite.
At this time, the exciting dance music suddenly dropped, the curtain slowly opened, a beam of light hit the stage, and a dancer in a tube top skirt and lace gloves stood on the stage.
Before Wang Ai could exclaim, the music started blasting, and Leonie, the dancer on the stage, blew a kiss, then twisted her waist and brushed her slim body with her hands.
After a while, Kang Si, the waitress off the stage, pulled up her long skirt, clapped her hands and stamped her feet, and joined in.
Dances with completely different styles, but to the same drum beat, each has its own beauty and are intertwined together.
A different kind of emotion rose up in Wang Ai's body. He picked up a glass of something unknown and drank half a sip, muttering: "It seems... not bad!"
