Chapter Three Hundred and Fortieth Small Reunion (10)
"Ah!" Wang Ai stared at Leonie's constantly twisting waist.
It's hard to imagine how one eye can express such a squinting expression.
Leonie's hands flowed from top to bottom: "So, now that you have figured it out in theory, do you have any ideas in practice?"
"...Yes!" Wang Ai thought for a while and said calmly.
"Oh?" Leonie stopped and walked closer: "What?"
"I won't tell you!" Wang Ai was stubborn.
Leonie wasn't angry either. She walked closer and waved her hand in Wang Ai's face. Wang Ai trembled all over: "Witch!"
"Why do you want me to tell you?"
"You're too noisy!"
"I shut up."
"I'm afraid you can't help but interrupt my inspiration."
"I promise."
"Interrupt..."
"Oh? Does it feel good after you cum?"
"Witch!"
The two were making a fuss when the door opened and Kangsi walked in: "Sister Huang Xin and Sister Wenjun are coming!"
Wang Ai turned around: "Didn't you tell them it's okay?"
"They said that they just finished handing over the work in the past few days, and they originally planned to come, but they caught up." Kang Si slipped nearby and sat beside Wang Ai's bed.
"It still worries them..." Wang Ai pondered for a moment: "Is it still so lively outside these days?"
"Well, there are all kinds of speculations that you haven't been discharged from the hospital. There have been hundreds of phone calls in the country."
Wang Ai turned to look at Leonie: "Ask the doctor if I can be discharged from the hospital early so that I can get some reassurance from the outside? It's not good to keep worrying so much. I don't need to take off the blindfold."
Leonie thought for a while: "Then ask the doctor to come to your home every day? But you still have to come for re-examination on time. After all, the doctor who comes to your home can't bring much equipment."
Seeing Wang Ai nodding, Leonie stood up quickly and went to contact the doctor. Kangsi stayed instead: "Doctor, you have to follow the doctor's orders when you go home."
"Yes." Wang Ai reached out and touched Kang Si's hand: "Don't worry, I am responsible for my body."
After communication, Wang Ai finally appeared in front of the media at the entrance of the hospital on November 10, five days after being admitted to the hospital. Although the blindfold was not removed, she moved freely and had a bright smile, which showed Wang Ai's good mood. Although this mood was more
It was a major breakthrough in technological exploration, but the onlookers didn't know it and thought his condition was really nothing.
Seeing this scene, his sponsors at home and abroad breathed a sigh of relief. It would be difficult for others to know whether he is blind or not unless he tells him. After all, he still has one eye, right? The key is not to let the outside world be disappointed or even despair.
That would be too bad. You can’t get your endorsement fees back, right?
On November 12, Huang Xin and Leoni each came to Manchester with their bodyguards. When they arrived, it happened to be the time for Wang Ai to go for a re-examination, so Wang Ai could only entrust Zhao Dan to go to the airport for him.
At the same time, Wang Ai shook hands with doctors and nurses at the hospital, took photos and said goodbye in a friendly manner. He specifically followed the doctor's instructions and wore sunglasses when he went out. He briefly greeted reporters, fans and club officials for a while before finally getting in the car and rushing home anxiously.
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In all the years Wang Ai has been living in Europe, women have never been so comprehensive. At most, there are only three people in Munich: Damei, Xiaomei, and Huang Xin, or Tiger, Lion, and Huang Xin, and now there are four...Wang Ai has this reason
Set up a series of novel gameplay!
But when I got home, I found that Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun were listening to Leonie telling Wang Ai's new technical ideas, and saw that her sister and Xiaomei, who had come from afar, looked a little tired. Thinking of how busy the two of them had been this year, they felt overwhelmed.
After thinking about it, I calmly joined the discussion.
After talking for a while, Huang Xin and Shi Wenjun were both a little tired, so Wang Ai took their luggage and took them upstairs. However, when assigning rooms, Wang Ai, the two of them, and Leoni and Kang who came up with them
Si Ming said: "Everyone has a room, but except when you feel sick, you have to sleep in the master bedroom with me! In our house, we don’t have an east palace and a west palace, a deep courtyard, and no hanging red lanterns!"
Huang Xin pursed her lips and smiled, Shi Wenjun rolled his eyes, Kangsi was a little uneasy, and Leonie clapped and laughed. Strictly speaking, this was a bit of an infringement on the rights of the "official wife" Xu Qinglian, but firstly, Xu Qinglian had given up before, and she was eager to come back. Secondly,
What Wang Ai wants to live is not a feudal family, but the communism he envisioned with freedom and equality as the core, so everyone has expected this kind of proposition. After all, this is what Wang Ai did when he was in BJ.
"Our current idea is to let the defenders feed me the ball in different directions, heights, angles, and speeds, and then I try to handle it with one kick, in one direction, and even try to use the same angle, speed, and height. Or
Furthermore, no matter what situation the ball comes to, I will handle it with the same or even changing angle, speed, and height."
At dinner, Huang Xin, Shi Wenjun, and Wang Ai introduced the training methods he and Leonie had discussed in the past few days: "The past period has been the theory construction stage, and now the theory has taken shape. In this practice
It’s moving forward.”
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"Only some theoretical problems have been solved in such a long time?" Shi Wenjun was a little confused.
"In fact, it's not too long." Leonie analyzed calmly: "He rested in the morning and went to the club for training in the afternoon. He only had three and a half hours of outdoor training in the morning and one night to explore. But in these three and a half hours, light
Half of it was all kinds of running. He originally planned to spend the other more than an hour exploring. But I suggested that he not gamble like that. What if you haven't practiced the new ones and the old ones are still unfamiliar? What should you do in the competition?
Therefore, he can only spare less than half an hour every day for practical training. In addition, there is no breakthrough in theory and no guidance in practice."
Shi Wenjun nodded silently, but Huang Xin became interested: "Then let's watch it together tonight?"
"Okay, you are all football experts." Wang Ai said happily.
At 9:30 in the evening, in the forest clearing in the back mountain, which was already very cold, Wang Ai kept shouting "Quick, quick, quick", but in action, he used various movements at a high frequency and then the four male guards on the opposite side kept kicking and throwing them.
In football, try to use various movements to send the ball in the same direction.
The first time he practiced, he didn't care about strength or speed. He could barely send it in the same direction. At this point, Wang Ai didn't feel that he had reached his limit. He kept forcing the guards to speed up, allowing him to compress his thinking time and improve his physical instincts.
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At eleven o'clock in the evening, the five people who went upstairs from the gym were still discussing in a few words. When they reached the corner of the third floor, Shi Wenjun and Huang Xin planned to push open their bedroom doors respectively, but Wang Ai held down their arms and forced them to push.
Go to the door of the master bedroom: "It's a happy reunion today."
Shi Wenjun turned away from Wang Ai's arm, widened his eyes and said angrily: "The four of us will be reunited?"
"Oh, little, little reunion." Wang Ai scratched his face with emotion.
"Small reunion?" Shi Wenjun took two steps back with a tigerish face, and suddenly said with a smile: "Then let's make it smaller!"
After saying that, he pulled Huang Xin into the bedroom and quickly locked the door, only giving Wang Ai a burst of laughter.
