One hundred and twenty-one to go straight to the championship (1)
On the night of the victory, Wang Ai received an unexpected invitation: a single invitation from owner Mansour to discuss the possibility of Manchester City's unprecedented entry into the Champions League quarterfinals. Of course Wang Ai was not bragging, but just expressed his comparison with Camp Nou.
Mature: It seems like I haven’t lost a few times since I’ve been there.
He went home very late, and there was no time for night training. Wang Ai could only exercise in the gym for half an hour and then went upstairs to rest.
"I have Shakira's phone number, do you want it?" Xiaomei came out of the bathroom and said seductively.
"I worked very hard just now, didn't I?" Wang Ai rolled his eyes and waved.
Xiaomei's face was stubborn, but her body obeyed and went to bed. She was held in Wang Ai's arms and covered with a quilt carefully. The night was already green outside the window, and the early spring night was very quiet. The window was opened a crack, and the night breeze was blowing in the bedroom.
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"We are an old married couple, why do you still like to hold me?" Xiaomei lay in Wang Ai's arms: "I see many people say that after several years of marriage, husband and wife sleep separately, how can you fall asleep like this?
You won’t let go either? Do you know that it’s very uncomfortable for me to lie down like this?”
"Am I comfortable?" Wang Ai smiled and did not read according to the book. The result... "Hi, ha!"
"We can't let you be too beautiful and not speak human words." Xiaomei let go of her hand, smoothed her pajamas, and asked curiously: "Do you really have feelings for Shakira? It seems that you have feelings for everyone in this industry.
Don’t you like it? Or do you think twerking is fun?”
"Twerking is..." Wang Ai clicked her lips: "No, it's not because of this. I have such good physical fitness. Is it different when I speed up the frequency? It's not this."
Xiaomei didn't say a word, listening to the man express his feelings with a smile on her lips.
"I think her free and bold, yet stubborn and independent temperament is very good. Of course, her appearance is also in line with my aesthetics. But there are many such people, and I usually don't notice it. Mainly in the past three years... when she was a
Latin pop queen, in terms of strength comparison, it should be me, or Messi, or Ronaldo, our strength and status are the benchmark, right? Why is it Pique? Who is he?" Wang Ai was lying on the bed.
He boasted: "Although she is much older than Pique, she is actually married, and her status is much different. Moreover, the peak period of her football career is only a few years, and singers don't say that they become more popular as they get older, right? Anyway,
There is always no shortage of money, even if you have been silent for more than ten years, you can sell a wave of feelings, but stars can't. Feelings can also be sold, but they can't be sold at a high price. You can't go up and play football again, can you? Even playing football won't work, you
Your speed, strength, and skills are no longer good. Fans have eyes, and no one except old fans will pay attention to you."
"Well, it sounds nice, but your body is honest, right?"
Wang Ai snorted heavily, ignoring Xiaomei's hand that was still making trouble under the quilt, and continued what he just said: "So the union of a football star and a singer generally cannot escape breakup, unless their career curves overlap, that is, the star is in his thirties.
I changed careers and declined. Singers began to decline for some unknown reason, but they were still okay. Otherwise, you can see, they are almost no better."
"It's true according to what you said." Xiaomei stopped and hugged Wang Ai's waist: "Li Bing and Gan Ping are good. Li Bing retired and Gan Ping didn't have many achievements in the music world. Gao Feng Naying is not good.
, Gao Feng has nothing to do after retiring, and Na Ying’s career is on the rise. Victoria Beckham is almost the same. Beckham has maintained a high commercial value after retiring, but Victoria’s commercial value is average after she stops singing. Pique and Xia Qi
La... Unless there is a major scandal, Shakira's status as the Latin Queen is unshakable, right? Pique? As you said, his status in football is very average. He doesn't even have a heavyweight football award, except for
Being young means nothing, and the disparity will be even greater when he retires."
"The two of them must maintain a certain quality of life when they are together. Pique can't make as much money as Shakira, so he won't be able to save the money he earns. Then when he retires, he will basically have to rely on women to support him." Wang
Ai added: "Tsk, tsk, when the time comes to find true love if your mentality is unbalanced, the two of you will be doomed. Love without a financial foundation is not impossible, but it is difficult. Love with a financial foundation is like having a ring."
"Do you men particularly like the feeling of having the final say? Once you don't have enough money and your waist is not strong, it becomes boring?"
"This doesn't mean that men can do whatever they want. The whole society thinks so. What do you mean by masculinity? Isn't it more about being all-inclusive and under pressure? Once a man can't bear it, do you think it's better? He himself can't stand it.
, women can’t stand it, and the whole society doesn’t accept it. Which is a better word, little man or big man? What about little woman or big woman? The society is actually not tolerant of men, just like society is to celebrities. If you are strong, you will have to do it.
Take on more.”
Xiaomei suddenly got up from the bed when she heard this. When Wang Ai unexpectedly asked why, she opened the bedside table and took out a pen and paper while writing: "I have to write it down. If the two of them become adulterous in a few years, it doesn't matter.
If you are not pornographic, see how I can laugh at you."
Wang Ai smiled and waited for Xiaomei to finish recording and go to bed again before holding her hand: "You're kidding, why are you so serious?"
"Hmph, go to sleep."
At dawn that night, Wang Ai got out of bed lightly, but when he came out of the bathroom, he found that Xiao Mei had also gotten up, and said unexpectedly: "What are you doing? Don't you want to sleep more?"
Xiaomei was minding her own business picking clothes from the chair next to the bed: "It's nothing, I just feel that I am quite incompetent as a woman. I have never accompanied you when you do your morning exercises every day."
Wang Ai sneered: "Can you afford to accompany me? But don't tell me, if you really accompany me, at least you don't have to worry about the sagging of the top."
Xiaomei put on her pants and lowered her head as she passed by Wang Ai: "I'm going to wash my face..."
Then before Wang Ai could react, he jumped on Wang Ai's back, pinched his neck with both hands, and bit his ears, making him angry. Wang Ai carried her into the bathroom with a smile, and hugged her beside him with a smile.
Looking over his shoulder as she washed, Xiaomei suddenly asked after finishing washing: "Are you going to fall and hit your feet while running?"
"How can it be?"
"How could that be possible for a woman?"
"That makes sense."
"Get out, get out!" Xiaomei pushed Wang Ai and kicked him from behind.
Today's morning was extremely refreshing, probably because the daily morning exercises made the weather changes in high latitudes more obvious. After running for about five kilometers with a few female guards, Shi Wenjun wandered in the forest.
Admiring the changes in the colors of the sky, it did not disturb the man who was concentrating on training.
"I got a call from CCTV yesterday. Your film will be released this morning."
"Okay." Wang Ai looked up and smiled, then lowered his head and dribbling again: "Let's watch together."
