The three hundred and ninety-ninth chapter forehead drops God (9)
The evening breeze blows through the window of the van, causing Wang Ai's clothes to pull open frequently. Xu Qinglian has to help Wang Ai pull him in again and again... He is the fastest runner and the furthest jumper in Asia.
Can you pay attention to your image?
Wang Ai joked that every time Xu Qinglian helped him pull it up, he would pull it away again, then looked down at Xu Qinglian with annoyance, and patiently helped him pull it up again.
The tigress was extremely well-behaved at this time. She even endured repetitive work and had no objection to Wang Ai. "The 100-meter and long jump are really popular among the masses!"
"Yes, people can run and jump, but not everyone can play football." Xu Qinglian finally waited until Wang Ai was honest, patted his chest, and secretly squeezed him a little before pretending to be calm.
Analysis: "Football is so popular among the masses, doesn't it mean that everyone thinks they can play two-legged football? This is especially true for sprinting and long jump."
"Then let me change my career?" Wang Ai's eyes were bright.
"Change it, who are you trying to scare? It's not me who gets scolded."
"It's boring!" Wang Ai waved his hand and ignored the snickering fiancée.
In order to maintain order outside the main stadium of the National Games, Wang Ai did not go through the main entrance this time. Instead, he parked in the National Games staff parking lot and entered the stadium from the staff passage. This greatly disappointed the people guarding the door.
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It is said that this matter was handed down by the leader of the Provincial Party Committee. If something happens to Wang Ai during this time, what will happen? Just point his finger at him.
Familiar athletes were chatting in low voices. When Wang Ai opened the door and came in, everyone looked at him. Wang Ai smiled, and everyone also smiled and said nothing.
Ten minutes later, the staff came to notify, and everyone stood up and filed out. The coaches outside immediately rushed up to accompany their athletes, chattering and making final instructions.
Everyone has their own way. Wang Ai didn't know what the track and field coach would tell him. He only knew what the football coach would tell him. When he heard the result, he found that it was almost the same. It was just don't be nervous. Wang Ai was amused in his heart and heard it in his ears.
Listening to the coaches chattering, I didn't take it seriously.
He looked at the red runway, at the black scoreboard, at the referee wearing a yellow coat, at the hostess in white as snow, at the lights flashing in the stands opposite, and even occasionally at the lights on the field.
Shaded by the dim night sky.
Shenyang...
"Hey! It's about to begin!" Wang Ai was pushed while he was daydreaming, and Xu Qinglian reminded him urgently in his ear.
"Oh!" Wang Ai looked back and found that his opponents had already left, but there was a camera from Liaoning TV station nearby, silently staring at him with its huge "eyeballs" without blinking.
Wang Ai suddenly felt that the people in his hometown were so cute, so he smiled at the camera, and then took a deep breath. This signal happened to be cut on the big screen at the scene. As a result, everyone in the audience saw Wang Ai's chest lifted up high, and his two breasts were raised.
The bulging pectoralis major muscles have clear lines, and the biceps, triceps, deltoid muscles and other groups on both arms swell at the same time.
A strong male aura almost penetrated the screen and rushed toward everyone!
Xu Qinglian blushed and pushed the man: "What are you showing off for? Go quickly."
Wang Ai said "hehe" to the camera, walked to the front of the track, rubbed his hands, and made serious preparations. Soon, the referee prompted the eight trapeze artists to squat down at the same time, step on the starting blocks slowly and accurately with both feet, and measure their bodies repeatedly with both hands.
After everything was ready, the referee prompted: "Get ready!"
In the distance, the camera behind the finish line scanned the eight best sprinters in China. Nowadays, no one is amused that there is a football superstar among famous players such as Zhang Peimeng, Xie Zhenye, and Su Bingtian... He is Asia
Record holder, the first yellow man in the world to run under ten seconds!
Laugh? Laugh at your sister!
He is the king!
Gu Xie
No matter where he comes from, he is a king!
Just when the expressions of all the flying people were getting fierce, there was a "pop" gunshot, and everyone shot out. This time Wang Ai started quickly, almost without losing the wind. He felt the wind passing by, the light flickering, and the runway
Speeding...
Huh? It seems that the opponent is too weak? Wang Ai couldn't help but glance around with his peripheral vision... Looking back, the opponents had stopped long ago. Someone actually jumped away, and Wang Ai ran more than thirty meters away without knowing it.
Got it!
"I knew he was an amateur, but I didn't expect him to be so amateur!" Leonie laughed unscrupulously in the family area.
"I only practiced for a month, and I practiced it myself." Huang Xin suppressed a smile and saved the man's respect.
Wang Ai once again had no choice but to come back from the farthest distance. There were scattered laughter in the audience. Wang Ai looked at his expressionless opponents who were making preparations again, and then looked at the sidelines. He
The coaches’ faces were anxious!
These retired and sidelined track and field coaches point to Wang Ai's results to help them feel proud, but one month is too short. Even if he repeats a lot of running and jumping in his previous football training, even if he is very serious,
But in the end, the change in identity was not completed psychologically.
As the ancients said: Once you make great progress, then it will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted!
Other sprinters are well prepared for this highly suspicious behavior, so they will not be affected too much, but Wang Ai cannot.
It is visible to the naked eye that Wang Ai's mental state is declining. What should we do?
Wang Ai himself was vaguely aware of the problem. When the referee prompted him to start preparing for the third time, he felt the soreness in his legs, the heaviness of his eyes, and the coldness in his chest.
Just when the referee was about to shout "get ready", Wang Ai suddenly straightened up and, amidst the surprised looks of the referee, hostess, opponents, reporters, spectators, etc., turned around and ran towards the sidelines, towards Xu Qinglian.
Xu Qinglian looked at the man who suddenly ran over with the same surprise, her palms were sweaty: Dear, many leaders are watching your live broadcast, you, you must not be so angry at this time that you say you want to quit the competition!
Wang Aihuhu ran to Xu Qinglian angrily and said: "Dear, help me."
Then, under everyone's wide-eyed gaze, he held Xu Qinglian's face and kissed her!
The sports channel director just lowered his head to drink water. Suddenly he heard silence inside and outside the live broadcast room, and there were low snickers. He was so frightened that he suddenly looked up at the monitor. This look made him even more frightened: "I, I..."
He looked down at his coffee cup again, then looked up at Zhang Bin, who was standing at the table with his arms crossed and smiling: "Director, you haven't run away yet, have you?"
"How much did you drink?" Zhang Bin continued to look at the screen without moving his head.
"Then why did we kiss? Didn't it happen after the game?"
"That's him!"
"Then, do you want to broadcast it?"
"Play! Kissing scenes are allowed in TV dramas. What's wrong with athletes? As long as he doesn't take off his pants!"
