Wang Ai looked at Robben. The two of them understood what the other was thinking just by communicating with their eyes, so they looked at each other and smiled.
During the second half of the banquet, the two fell into a long silence, seemingly enjoying the warmth brought by their silent understanding, so much so that their girlfriends began to wonder what the two men were doing.
?
Time passed by Wang Ai and Robben's occasional gestures and silence most of the time. Everything seemed to have returned to the country house in Cobham. The only difference was that both of them became fathers and both became younger than before.
A father who has become more steady and taciturn.
"Okay, let's go. Will it be at eight or nine tomorrow morning?" Wang Ai stood up.
"Nine o'clock." Robben also stood up and stretched: "It's too late today. I'll go to your Samaria Manor another day."
"Okay." Wang Ai responded and walked south side by side with Huang Xin, who was holding the child, but waved with his back.
After returning home, Wang Ai went directly to the gym in the basement. Several guards were also practicing. Seeing that Wang Ai was thoughtful, everyone practiced their own practices without disturbing each other. This family is really like a family, talking to each other.
There are no taboos, and the guards are not afraid of Wang Ai. Only when Wang Ai starts to think, whether it is about studies, career, or anything else, the guards will remain silent in awe.
After sweating profusely and dissipating the remaining odor of alcohol, Wang Ai stepped onto the stairs next to the green plants on the first floor. Passing by the second floor, which was filled with the atmosphere of a daughter, he casually glanced at several landscapes that had been hung on the wall.
After finishing painting, I went up to the quiet and tidy third floor.
The third floor, where five people live, is quite empty. Currently, only the study, master bedroom, second bedroom, third bedroom, bathroom, and storage room are in use. There are still six more people who don't know what to do with them. Neither Huang Xin nor Shi Wenjun said anything.
She has an interest in domination, and after Kangsi comes back, she usually doesn’t want to come out as soon as she gets into her room.
The door of the master bedroom was open, and the light of the TV was flickering. When Wang Ai entered, everyone was there. Wang Sheng was lying in the stroller and playing by himself, while the women were watching TV and chatting. Wang Ai hit
After saying hello, he was about to go to the study to continue watching the video. Huang Xin asked from behind: "You and Robben are so good."
Wang Ai turned back and smiled: "Yes, our personalities are completely different, but we both know that we are the people who need each other on the football field."
"Cherishing each other?" Kang Si used a Chinese idiom to describe it.
"Four years ago in Cobham, you..." Wang Ai paused at this point and smiled: "At that time, we were two young players who were not very successful, and we were also two people who didn't like too many social activities.
A star who goes home as soon as he gets off work. Different from his wild and uninhibited appearance and my smugness, we are actually people who pay great attention to the boundaries between life and work, so we became friends."
"Besides, you are both wingers." Shi Wenjun concluded: "There will be a lot of common language. By the way, did you talk about football at that time? What are the boundaries between work and life?"
Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief, walked back and sat down between Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun: "Even talking about football in private is from a private perspective. This is not the same model as meeting at the club during the day and training. It's like a TV reporter watching at home.
It’s the same as in the TV series. The two of us do have a lot of exchanges in football skills, but the more important thing is to understand each other. He was already a very technically mature star before he met me, and I am almost the same, so we can’t talk about learning from each other technically.
The main thing is to improve understanding, skills, character, habits, and of course deepen mutual trust."
"Oh." Wang Ai suddenly stretched out his hands and put his arms around the waists of Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun. Both of them were shocked, but he was still confused: "Just like you, even if you talk about work now, you have a relaxed attitude.
Rather than a work interaction in the office during the day, right?”
Under Kang Si's gaze, Shi Wenjun pinched the back of Wang Ai's hand, but he refused to let go and said angrily: "I think you two look like homosexuals!"
Huang Xin and Kang Si burst out laughing. Wang Ai turned sideways and "knocked" Shi Wenjun on the face with his forehead: "Nonsense, this is a pure friendship between men. You don't understand, when you meet someone who is exceptionally outstanding and reliable,
And what a blessing it is to have teammates with like-minded temperaments. Our game is a bit like a battle. Can you understand how precious an outstanding and reliable comrade is?"
Shi Wenjun hummed twice, probably knowing that what he just said might bring bad consequences to him, so he stopped being stubborn.
"But we are both wingers, which is a little different." Wang Ai pondered: "He usually fights on the wing, and he can go forward and behind. As for me, I basically don't go to the backcourt, even if I
Also on the wing."
"You just like to be in the limelight." Shi Wenjun couldn't help but muttered.
"That's what I mean, but it also has something to do with personal characteristics." Wang Ai shook his head: "Alger's body is relatively thin. If you put him in the middle of the heavily defended area, he won't be able to last the whole game, and he will be injured too easily.
.Although the wing is narrow, the defensive force is not that strong. Usually he only needs to pass one person and he can drive straight in."
Huang Xin poured a cup of tea for Wang Ai and took a sip himself: "According to my understanding, he has the characteristics of both a full-back and a winger. He is good at attacking and defending, but he is not suitable for high-intensity continuous combat. He is like an explosive player.
A strong sprinter, not a tough forward or center, and certainly not like a commanding midfielder."
Wang Ai nodded in agreement: "His physical condition is basically inseparable from the wing. So even if we all play on the wing and are very aggressive in the frontcourt, when he should let go, he will retreat to the bottom line, and I don't
Yes, I can at most retreat to the lower back line and stop."
"It's true that we can't see you competing with your opponent in your own corner flag area," Kangsi added.
"So, his combat range is just this small strip on the right wing, and I cover the entire frontcourt."
"His defense is better than yours, and your attack range is wider than his." Shi Wenjun drank coffee: "So you two have no competition."
"Of course." Wang Ai nodded calmly: "If our technical characteristics are the same, it will be difficult to form this kind of friendship. After all, it would be too cruel to have you without me most of the time. In this case, even if we want to make friends, we will feel the same.
It’s a bit embarrassing.”
Having said this, Wang Ai quietly released his hold on Huang Xin's waist, then turned around suddenly, held her head down before Shi Wenjun could react, and kissed her on the mouth.
A moment later, in the sound of Kangsi's fleeing footsteps, the little beauty pushed Wang Ai away: "You're crazy."
"Hey." Wang Ai glanced at the helpless Huang Xin, bent down, picked up the little beauty, walked two steps and threw her on the bed, and then pressed on her before she could get up.
