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Section 465? Advance in artillery fire (5)

 Wang Ai did not give a clear answer to this question. In the numerous phone calls, he only responded clearly to interviews with "Gazzetta dello Sport", "Gazzetta dello Sport" and Italian National Television, which he was familiar with.

Wang Ai of the two print media still completed it through an impeccable press release sent by his press officer Jamie.

He doesn't want to turn the competition for the highest prize in football into a bloody family ethics drama. He should be free from joy and sorrow, and know what is good and what is good.

In order to avoid the media and the sympathy of his teammates, Wang Ai specifically asked Jose for leave that afternoon and did not go to the base for training. Anyway, the next game was in five days. Jose was generous and considerate, and even joked that he wanted Wang Ai to

Ai has a nice meal at home to treat herself.

Wang Ai did not watch TV, read newspapers, or even turn on the computer at home. He subconsciously avoided the bombardment of various news and maintained inner peace, so he chose to read a book on the grass in his front yard all afternoon.

I also did a lot of exercises.

Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan accompanied him on the left and right, and were also reading. At four o'clock in the afternoon, Shi Wenjun and others returned early and brought a lot of ingredients. It seemed that they really planned to comfort Wang Ai with delicious food.

Hurt feelings.

Now the atmosphere in this house on the outskirts of Milan is a bit subtle. Originally, Xu Qinglian was the well-deserved hostess, and Shi Wenjun was a "guest" here. But now Xu Qinglian has left, and Wang Ai has left the housework, so including Kang

Everyone, including Si Si and Wang Ai's security team, subconsciously "appointed" Shi Wenjun to be the new generation of hostess.

I don’t know if Shi Wenjun felt this. Anyway, she did not go upstairs to live in Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian’s original bedroom, but she still took over this authority bit by bit in her daily actions. For example, family expenditure review

, family purchasing decisions, etc., she can only do it if Xu Qinglian is not around.

Therefore, tonight she had the rare chance of cooking in person and cooked several exquisite Shanghai dishes for Wang Ai, just like her exquisite face.

The side dishes are not large and contain both meat and vegetables, which is just in line with Wang Ai's appetite today.

Before dawn the next day, Wang Ai had already packed up and walked out of the door accompanied by Liu Liang. Breathing the cool air and looking at the base where there were still a few cold lights under his feet, Wang Ai moved around on the spot and held the hand in his hand.

He tossed the football casually, caught it a few times with his head, put it in the hood behind him, and ran towards the mountains with his head lowered.

"Wang, I'm sorry, you should have won the award." The newsstand owner comforted Wang Ai when he came to pick up the newspaper.

Wang Ai laughed and shook his head: "Thank you for your comfort, I'm fine."

"That's right." When Wang Ai rolled up a stack of newspapers and was about to leave, the newsstand owner said mysteriously: "Please pay attention to the Gazzetta dello Sport published today."

Wang Ai looked back at him with a smile and nodded.

The house is busy in the early morning, the steam on the steamer in the kitchen, Wiwi meowing when he comes back in the morning to eat, the lady running around wagging her tail after seeing her master, the female guard boxing on the grass in the backyard and urging Wang Ai to hurry up.

Shi Wenjun went upstairs to take a shower and then to eat.

As soon as his boots landed, Wang Ai's mentality had adjusted. Knowing that there was a big move in today's newspaper, he chose not to read it for the time being. Instead, he ate steamed dumplings and joked with his family at the dinner table. This

His depressed mood for a while has caused low pressure in the house, and it's time to take a breather.

Everyone is working for him and serving him.

Everyone was trying their best to make him happy, so under his guidance, the breakfast was quite enjoyable. Even Liu Dingxiang, who had always been a "deserter", became cheerful.

Oh, that’s good!

After the meal, except for the security guard who was on duty, the group set off. It was only then that Wang Ai opened the "Gazzetta dello Sport" that he had saved for last. After breakfast, he had already read various newspapers, and it was pretty much what he expected.

It is similar to previous years. Questioning the Golden Globe Awards is a reserved program of the media. After all, the gap between the candidates every year is not big. Whoever wins has a reason, and whoever loses has grievances.

It's just that this year's doubts are particularly strong. People can see Messi's talent, and people can even see Wang Ai's performance.

The car drove easily on the brick road outside Milan. The gradually withered street trees on both sides pulled the sunlight into pieces, but the sunlight persisted through the glass and fell on the newspaper cover in the hands of the man in the back seat. It was a picture

It is a huge photo with a somewhat gray tone. The man in the photo has his head lowered, his arms stretched out, his palms drooping. The supposedly bright jersey is wrinkled and there are some grass clippings.

The title of the article is "Jesus"!

What was captured was the moment when Wang Ai suddenly heard the audience shouting his name after scoring the fourth goal in the last game, and forced his head to lower his head to control his emotions, even though he raised his head in less than a second.

Head, but this moment is a classic.

The content of this article is also very interesting. There is almost no narrative text. Instead, it lists a table, one on the left and one on the right, listing the various data of Wang Ai and Messi in the 0809 season, allowing readers to judge for themselves.

"Gazzetta dello Sport" reported that Wang Ai couldn't stand it, it was so hypocritical. Although he was a little aggrieved about losing the Ballon d'Or, it was not to the point of being "misunderstood by the whole world", let alone

Suppressed by powerful forces and so on. But there is no way, the capitalist media likes this kind of exaggeration, and the capitalist people like this kind of tone.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Wang Ai repeated this sentence many times in response to classmates and teachers who came to comfort him whether he knew him or not.

When get out of class was over at noon and he was about to go home, Shi Wenjun called: "Jesus?"

"Don't make trouble."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Wang Ai was silent for a moment: "Sit back and watch the clouds roll and relax."

"That's fine." Shi Wenjun also fell silent for a moment: "After we fully roll out the business in France next year and have a certain amount of connections..."

"No, no." Wang Ai quickly stopped: "You are you, and I am me. My career is important now, but your career has unlimited hope. I will follow the laws of nature and retire when the time comes, but your career is established

When it comes to the structural complementarity between China and Europe, don’t lose the big for the small.”

Shi Wenjun chuckled twice and hung up the phone.

Iveco passed through the urban area of ​​Milan in a low-key manner and slowly returned to the foot of the mountain next to the base of Appiano Town. He unexpectedly found dozens of people waiting at the intersection of Wang Ai's house. When they saw Wang Ai's car coming, they rushed

Come up, some are holding up today's "Gazzetta dello Sport".

Wang Ai, who was greatly surprised, sighed, ordered the car to stop, collected himself and got out of the car.


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