The 358th section is always blown away by the rain and the wind (8)
The early morning breeze stirred the blue curtains along the cracks in the window. A corner of the curtain was lifted up, and a gold medal on the windowsill was pushed to the window sill little by little. Finally, it fell to the floor with a clang.
The calm breathing on the pale pink bed was interrupted, and a muscular arm stretched out from the quilt. Then someone said "ha" and said in a weird voice: "What a beautiful day!"
Then, when the quilt moved, Wang Ai sat up, and the thin quilt fell from his shoulders, revealing his strong chest muscles and well-developed abdominal muscles, like a waking giant. Xu Qinglian next to her closed her eyes and groaned twice, and said to Wang Ai
Ai's mischievous hand ignored him.
Wang Ai was drunk after returning from winning the championship last night. She was exhausted.
"Get up, senior sister and the others are going back today." Wang Ai put his fingers on Xu Qinglian's eyelids and forced her to open her eyes.
Xu Qinglian replied vaguely: "I know."
Suddenly, the quilt was lifted, and there was a crisp "pop", which made Xu Qinglian open her eyes in an instant, covered her butt and sat up, looked at Wang Ai blankly, and suddenly gritted her teeth: "You are going to die!"
Gao Hongbo and his wife, who also got up early, were next door. They were sitting in front of the window sill admiring the scenery of the mountains and forests outside the villa. Listening to the young couple's thumping, scolding and laughter, they unconsciously smiled.
Morning exercise cannot be stopped, leaving Xu Qinglian with resentment. Wang Ai went out and said hello to Lao Gao and went downstairs. Lao Fan was already ready.
For the past twenty days, Lao Fan has been training with him every morning. Although Lao Fan resolutely refused to go in the afternoon and evening, he did a half marathon in the morning. It is very impressive that Lao Fan, who is 40 years old this year, can follow him.
"Don't get hurt in the last game." The two jogged and chatted.
"Yeah." Wang Ai ran a few steps and caught up with the football that was about to roll down the road.
Fan Zhiyi was not in a hurry. He could follow because he was always allowed to run, like Wang Ai's crazy fast and slow pace. Forget it for an old man, he was risking his life.
After Wang Ai returned to his side after struggling for a while, Lao Fan continued: "Director Xu has a few good seedlings there. Please help lead them when you have time."
Wang Ai sighed: "Wu Lei and the others? How can I have free time? I have to play in the top ten games when I return to China. After that, there will be the Confederations Cup. It will be a month after the Confederations Cup, but the club still has summer.
Warm-up match. Even if I don’t participate, I won’t be able to run away from those business activities, so I may not have time to go to Shanghai.”
Fan Zhiyi smiled: "I'm going to bring some of their good prospects with me and practice with you when we play in the top ten games."
Wang Ai looked at Lao Fan strangely: "Aren't you already the coach of the Shanghai team? Do you still care about this?"
"You have to take care of what you have to take care of." Lao Fan wiped the sweat from his head and looked around. He had arrived at the outskirts of the golf course. Wang Ai would stop here for a while every day and do his moves on the spot.
Wang Ai also slowed down, hooked his foot, and grabbed the ball: "It still depends on them. I am already here. The height of Chinese football is already here. How many points they can work hard will help them rise a few meters."
Tell me, everyone has watched so many of my game videos, what secrets can there be?"
Although they have many people and many talents, their overall situation is not necessarily any better than that of the 84 countries back then.
But what Wang Ai didn't tell Fan Zhiyi was that in his Liao Youth Team, that is, among the children from 1996 to 1998 and then to 2000, there were several geniuses that even Wang Ai was amazed by.
