Chapter 95: The Beginning of the Second Silver Dynasty (5)
Zidane entered the room, Wang Ai put a heavy hand on Xiao Mei's shoulder, and walked back swaying. Xiao Mei patted Wang Ai's arm and asked him to shake it gently: "He breathed out a sigh of relief.
?What about the interview?”
Wang Ai walked to the door of his room with a hey and took out the magnetic card to open the door. Then he waved to Qian Ziqiang, the transparent man who always accompanied him. He put his arms around Xiaomei and entered the inner room. He walked into the bathroom and flushed the water.
The conversation continued in the voice: "He is afraid of me, and I am afraid of him. We all understand the importance of sincere cooperation, but we all understand more that we are both very characterful people. Once it is not handled well, even if we have huge common interests,
Sharing ideals can also lead to alienation and even hatred of each other, which is obviously against our interests."
"So, he is very polite, and you are also very polite?" Xiaomei was making the bed in the bedroom.
"Yes, we need to be cautious in contact, but I feel fine. He was actually very special when he was playing football. For example, he loved to eat Brazilian barbecue and almost ignored the nutritionist's advice. He ate several of them every week.
Come back." Wang Ai walked out of the bathroom, his hair still wet, and sat on the opposite side of the bed: "People like us have a lot of troubles, and we are very irritable when we are touched, and we also know our own problems. When we see another person's
Of course, we will be very careful when approaching, and we know what the consequences will be if we are not careful."
"How's the effect?" Xiaomei took the hair dryer and helped Wang Ai blow her hair. Wang Ai unfolded her bathrobe and enjoyed Xiaomei's tenderness.
"It should be very good. We both entered each other's comfort zones politely and did not cause discomfort to each other." Wang Ai lazily closed his eyes: "Maybe we both cherish our work at Real Madrid and cherish each other's existence.
At that time, the Internet was underdeveloped, especially the applications, so they stayed at the superstar level. Now our generation, the absolute strength of the three of us is certainly stronger than them, but we still benefit more from the times, after all.
The stars of each era are better than the last era. We are just the latest generation. As front row figures of different eras, it is not difficult to understand each other. We have things that we have that the outside world does not understand. For example, we all
We have similar worries, there are too many games, too many business activities, we will all be annoyed at a certain moment, but we can't get rid of it."
"The troubles of happiness." Xiaomei turned off the hair dryer, wiped oil on Wang Ai's body, and then said in disgust: "It's too hard...ah, no..."
In the middle of the night, Xiaomei weakly hit Wang Ai in his arms, said, "You are not afraid of dying from exhaustion," and then fell asleep. Wang Ai fell asleep for a while, recalling today's meeting with Qida.
The large volume of communication in the hotel made him not in good spirits when he woke up the next morning. Considering that the hotel itself lacked a training place, he ran to the swimming pool and drifted with the waves for more than half an hour to recover.
After breakfast, I flew back to Madrid, and was met with sharp criticism in the newspapers. Zidane was okay. Not long after he took office, his results were passable. Being scolded was a routine matter. His team members were criticized more for being lazy.
The usual accusations of weakness and other things can be seen everywhere. But Wang Ai always saw his car parked in front of his house, and he didn't see any heavy-weight accusations. What's interesting is that there was an accusation about himself: "We are very strange, why Wang Ai
He always likes to stay on the bench. If the weird Benitez treats him this way, it is understandable, but why does Zidane do the same? Do the Chinese have any quirks in private that the coach cannot tolerate? For example, he never
Not going to participate in the morning training?”
"Or does Wang like this? He still receives the salary anyway? But he only has to do two-thirds or even half of the work of others?"
Wang Ai couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and casually thrust the newspaper to Zhao Dan beside him: "Look at it, I feel like I am a salary thief."
Zhao Dan had a rare moment of humor: "Based on your income, the adjective thief is a bit inappropriate."
Wang Ai laughed wildly, and the laughter shocked Huang Xin at home. After hearing this, he laughed for a while and then secretly looked at Xiaomei. Xiaomei shrugged and said with his mouth: "He is too boring, find it for yourself."
Fun.”
The two women were talking about Wang Ai like crazy. Wang Ai turned to look at them and said, "What do you think about reposting this news to the Chinese online community?"
"Are you crazy? Are you forwarding reports that criticize yourself? Do you think your reputation is too good?" Xiaomei dismissed it in one sentence.
Huang Xin also criticized: "Don't have any sudden ideas. Go back to your house and rest quickly. I have sent some documents on the establishment of Asia-Europe Light Company for you to see."
Wang Ai was driven away by Huang Xin, but he was not convinced: "I think this kind of report is very good. Everyone knows it is nonsense, and it can also enrich the domestic fans' intuitive perception of my situation."
"It's normal to report good news but not bad news." Xiaomei retorted without thinking.
"But what era are we in now? In the Internet age, walls can only block some honest people, and they will be opened sooner or later. And do you think domestic fans really can't see the harsh comments about me from foreign newspapers? There are many in some professional communities.
Yes. But, but... many of these long-legged people hate the Kuomintang, and by the way, they also hate me. They will use such a small information advantage to target me, so honest fans will be confused."
Xiaomei held Wang Ai's arm and said strangely: "You mean to give them richer and more comprehensive reports, not only to provide honest fans with information to enrich their three-dimensional understanding of you, but also to break the negative opinions created by some people.
Information cocoon room?”
"It can also attack my aesthetic fatigue." Wang Ai looked at Xiaomei, and then at Huang Xin who turned back in front of him: "Since being interviewed several times, the domestic media has become more careful in reporting on me, even a little bit
You are not allowed to say bad things. I can understand the timidity of grassroots propagandists, but this is actually not good for me. I am becoming more and more molded in the direction of a heroic model. Although this is high, it is also narrow. I am afraid that it will last in the long run.
Even if I make a joke, it will be considered inappropriate. As a popular star, it is better not to go to the altar, what do you think?"
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"If you repost it yourself, can you still appear magnanimous?" Huang Xin thought, "Does it mean breaking the halo of idols and getting closer to the fans?"
Wang Ai put his arms around Huang Xin's shoulders and shook his head: "I feel that the constraints around me are getting tighter and tighter, and I am becoming more and more unhappy. I can finally understand why some celebrities are looking for excitement.
It was a kind of extreme release after being suppressed everywhere, not being able to do this or that.”
"You don't want to play any extreme sports, do you?" Xiaomei smiled, but there was undisguised fear in her eyes.
