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Day 199: The Way of Heaven (9)

 Wang Ai and his secretaries have been thinking about this problem for more than a day or two. Ever since Wang Ai began to anonymously contribute to "Young Philosophers", everyone has become aware of this problem. If Wang Ai wants to win over Europeans,

The crown that dominates the football world must, at least in appearance, conform to European "aesthetics."

When any field reaches its peak, it cannot exist beyond politics.

But some of them are like Wang Ai, who personally participates in the design, and some are entrusted to powerful agents. Before going to the University of Milan in the morning, Wang Ai left a message to Zhao Dan: "Would you also think about it for me? Is it appropriate to do this?"

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After coming back, Zhao Dan's answer was obviously that "he" had thought about it, and even arranged for experts to come and teach Wang Ai. After hearing this, Wang Ai nodded with emotion. At this point, many aspects have been determined.

Alright, that's basically it.

Wang Ai will become an environmental warrior next. When he thinks about the ups and downs and the huge international game here, Wang Ai's head hurts. But he has no way to avoid it, and there is no way to escape. Instead of being beaten by the football world next

If your competitors wear the label of "not supporting environmental protection", you might as well shout it out yourself.

Alas, a weak country has no diplomacy!

The country must endure humiliation, and we must force ourselves to smile.

Before Wang Ai went to the base to participate in training, he left another question for his secretaries: "Help me think about which major is suitable for me to study. First of all, I am a little tired of liberal arts, and I don't want to rely on the basics to get another Ph.D.

, I would rather start with an undergraduate degree and try to really study one well."

It was left to the secretaries to design. Wang Ai went out with a satchel on his back. When he arrived at the base, he met his teammates who had been away for a hundred days. After giving small gifts, he also chatted with his new teammates. Muntari was very enthusiastic, and Xiaoman

Qini was a bit worse, perhaps because the two competed for position.

Now Inter Milan has four real forwards in Ibrahimovic, Cruz, Crespo, and Suazo, as well as Wang Ai, who is not necessarily the top scorer of the forwards. Mancini did not come at the right time. He is already 27 years old.

The young man was obviously heading towards the two Argentinians who were becoming more and more worrying.

During the afternoon's training, Wang Ai noticed that Jose was working hard to adjust Inter Milan's attacking system, with the intention of creating an offensive-oriented lineup. This surprised Wang Ai secretly, and he didn't know whether Jose was stimulated or something else.

Anyway, he was very serious about it, and everyone listened very carefully.

In addition, Jose's demeanor and temperament are really convincing to the players. At least now he is much more authoritative than Mancini was after his defeat to Liverpool last season.

Jose didn't say much to Wang Ai that day. It was just like the relationship between an ordinary coach and a player. Crespo and Maniche of this team were both transferred from Chelsea, and they were all the same as Wang Ai.

I didn’t see what Jose did to them alone.

This is pretty good, strength speaks for itself.

Is it just that, as soon as Wang Ai got home, he received a text message on his mobile phone: "You will start the game in three days, and I will be the first home court."

Wang Ai understood instantly and replied: "I will score at least one!"

That's enough. Jose didn't reply. Wang Ai also put down his phone and deleted the text messages. He turned on the computer again to see the results of everyone's discussion. This time, the atmosphere of the discussion became very cheerful. Finally, they unanimously recommended Wang Ai to read.

For "Agricultural Environmental Science" in the College of Agriculture, Wang Ai bit her fingers, imagining physical chemistry, which she had abandoned since high school, and finally nodded resolutely and agreed.

At this time, Wenjun mocked and said: "I didn't ask you to study environmental biotechnology. Anyway, you can't expect a philosophical branch like environmental land and landscape studies. You said you should skip reading."

Wang Ai sighed, acknowledged it, and then spoke: "Four-element equations... trigonometric functions... chemical formulas... physical theorems... such unfamiliar vocabulary! Can any of you tutor me?"

After a long while, Huang Xin said quietly: "Which one of us looks like a science major?"

Wang Ai was stunned and counted with his fingers, Huang Xin foreign languages, business administration, Leoni philosophy, economics, Shi Wenjun economics, Xu Qinglian history, Kangsi Spanish literature, self, philosophy, literature, philosophy, literature



As soon as this topic was brought up, the chat group was unexpectedly silent. A large part of studying liberal arts is to dislike the constraints of various theorems in science, and instead pursue the freedom of liberal arts. When I look back after studying, I still realize that it is still the various disciplines of science.

The theorem is convenient and saves trouble.

If you are good at science, you can really crush them. Once the various calculation results are presented, others can only nod. In liberal arts... professors may not be able to criticize you beyond high school.

Then, Kang Si's birthday arrived, and Xu Qinglian said she was coming back today, and Shi Wenjun was also coming to Europe to relax. Wang Ai didn't plan to make a big deal. It would be fun to go to town at night and pick up the birthday cake and come back.

However, Xu Qinglian and Shi Wenjun, who came from afar, were not fully prepared yet.

After the lively birthday party, everyone was sitting in the living room chatting. Everyone drank a little wine today, especially the women. Kangsi stood in the middle of the floor and circled: "I am 19 years old! I have a leisurely life."

I have a stupid boss at work, and I can’t bear to be greedy for his food money! I’ve seen a lot of big scenes and witnessed a lot of history! What were you doing when you were 19?”

Kang Si's hand pointed at Xu Qinglian. She didn't know if Red Deer would be scared after today, but she wasn't scared at the moment anyway. Xu Qinglian held her cheek with one hand and looked at Kang Si with a smile and said, "I went to school in China in the first half of my 19th year.

If I go to London to study in the second half of the year, I won’t have as many worldly experiences as you.”

"What about you?" Kang Si pointed at Zhao Dan with drunken eyes.

"The new recruits are still suffering."

Kangsi knew what the recruit company was about, covered her mouth and smiled, then looked at Shi Wenjun.

Shi Wenjun crossed his legs and tugged on his clothes: "I went to school at Fudan University in Shanghai when I was 19, and I went to help out at Dumb Company during the holidays."

"What about you?" Kang Si finally found Wang Ai.

"Me? I have been going to school and won two small awards in other industries. When I was 19 years old, I won a Golden Globe Award."

"Golden Globe..." Kangsi thought for a moment: "Oh, disgusting!"

Kang Si threw herself on the sofa and knocked Wiwi into the air. Shi Wenjun ignored Kang Si's nonsense and looked at Wang Ai: "If you start with environmental protection, do you need to cooperate with charity?"

Wang Ai nodded: "Definitely, if you want to win people's trust, you can't just rely on words. My going to school here is just a footnote, and my charity fund moving there is also a footnote. This is called having opinions and taking action."

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Shi Wenjun thought for a while and suddenly said: "I have always had a feeling that our charity work is not psychologically consistent with that of Europeans."

Wang Ai nodded: "Yes, the difference in thinking is greater than the difference in race."


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