After dealing with two old friends, Leonie entered Wang Ai's suite and found that he was doing bodyweight training, sweating profusely. Leonie said nothing, sitting quietly on the sofa and listening to his long breathing.
The sound fell together, and somehow it reminded Leonie of the waves not far away.
After a while, Wang Ai, who was all shiny, stood up from the ground, shook the muscles of his upper body, closed his eyes and calmed his breathing for a while, then simply touched his chest muscles, abdominal muscles, back muscles, and arms with his hands to confirm that the muscles were relaxed.
, then opened his eyes, raised his legs and put them on the back of the sofa while looking at Leonie: "What's wrong?"
Leonie, who was sipping her coffee, shook her head silently and smiled, and a different kind of charm filled Wang Ai's chest.
Wang Ai smiled, changed his legs and pressed for a while, looking at the house where he had lived for almost a week: "I have to say, the decoration is really full of South American style, unlike Europe which always has a feeling of showing off.
.How good it looks to you? What bright and passionate colors?”
"Where's the Chinese one?" Leonie asked.
Wang Ai tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's either outdated or shallow. Originally, the aristocratic style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties was our tradition, but the revolution eliminated it, so there was a Western style, but it was not as heavy as the Western style. It was abandoned.
I don’t know where the characteristics and themes of all this should fall. Forget it, no matter how nice it is, it’s not as good as a home. It’s just a house, not that big.”
As he said that, Wang Ai put down his legs and walked to the dark floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the high and low lights outside the window: "It's just that the scenery is better than that at home, after all, it's high."
Leonie put down her coffee cup and walked to the window: "Would you like to buy a high-rise building?"
"Just for the view?" Wang Ai picked up one of his legs and pressed his thigh against his torso while laughing: "It's better not to waste it. We don't have parents, and our family company still doesn't have a big office headquarters."
Leonie looked at the scenery outside the window and relaxed her shoulders: "What if I want it?"
Wang Ai had already picked up the other leg at this time. He was startled when he heard the sound, and then smiled and said: "Then buy it, it's not that you can't afford it."
"No waste?"
"Just treat it as an investment. My salary card is enough. If it's too small, let's just buy one floor and have a terrace, a gym, a swimming pool, and a movie theater."
"You changed very quickly!" Leonie squinted her eyes: "Then why don't you buy it yourself?"
"As the head of the family." Wang Ai put down his legs and patted his chest: "I want to set an example, so if you can't waste it on me, I won't waste it. But as a family member, if I have the ability, of course
We will try our best to take care of the comfort of your life. This is a technical issue and there is no contradiction between the two."
"You want me to take the blame for extravagance and waste, and then you just enjoy it?" Leonie rolled her eyes at Wang Ai with a charming look, and stretched out her hand.
Wang Ai raised his leg and placed his calf on the palm of Leonie's hand in mid-air. Then he tilted his upper body slightly, and his calf gradually pointed towards the ceiling. Finally, he swung one leg out of the window and walked out. Leonie also kicked her lightly.
Wang Ai's load-bearing leg turned out not to move at all.
The five toes are all spread out, like a hand.
Leonie took back her hand and looked at the night sky outside the window: "Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Is it the day?"
"Just these two days."
"I still want to rest my mind. I'll finish the finals the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, by the way, the beauties, big and small, have been in Rio for about a week. Do you want to see them?"
"Before the finals, um, the day after tomorrow, forget it tomorrow. I feel that the requirements for long jump are different from those for 100 meters."
Leonie watched Wang Ai put down one leg and then raised the other leg. She didn't specifically ask what was different. After the Olympics, they would have time to communicate. They had talked enough tonight, so he turned and walked towards the door.
: "I'm going next door, call me if you need anything."
Wang Ai said "Okay" and then heard the sound of the door closing.
In the evening of the next day, I had dinner with the coaches in the warm presidential suite, drank a large glass of milk, checked the time and ate some dried fruits. At 19 o'clock, the group went out to the stadium.
In today's men's long jump final, all parties paid completely different attention to it. Wang Ai took a casual look and found that the crowd was much denser than yesterday, especially many Chinese faces.
Jumping and running have been dominated by black athletes for too long. Wang Ai is almost the only person who has the hope to break this situation in the past two decades.
Before appearing on the stage, Leonie took Wang Ai's arm and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget Lao Ding and the others."
This sentence brought Wang Ai's attention back to the night of BJ in June, to the faces of those passionate middle-aged people who were filled with anger.
With heavy breathing, Wang Ai followed everyone and appeared in the sight of thousands of viewers. However, Leonie suddenly regretted it. After a moment of hesitation, she took out her phone and typed: "Tiger, I may have made a mistake..."
Concentrating on adjustments and warming up, Wang Ai ignored the flashing lights and eyes from all directions. When the coach prompted him to jump for the first time, he opened his eyes, took a deep breath and walked to the starting line.
The Maracana Stadium was so quiet that you could hear Wang Ai’s footsteps during the live broadcast!
It rushed out like a locomotive, stretched out its arms like an iron bird in front of the big white line and took off. It was not even a third of the way in the air. From the simple and intuitive judgments from the height, speed and angle, joy filled the hearts of countless people.
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The coach, who was clenching his fists, ran to the sandpit at a speed that was completely inappropriate for his age, looked around, looked again, looked again, raised his fists with a face full of ecstasy, 8.66 meters!
In the past five years, no one except Wang Ai has jumped 8.5 meters!
When they walked up to Wang Ai, the two coaches suppressed their excitement and pretended to be calm: "Very good, get ready for the next round."
Instead, Wang Ai frowned and glanced at the results displayed by the sand pit, not looking at the overall ranking of the players on the big scoreboard, which made the two coaches confused.
After one round, it was Wang Ai's turn again, and the Maracana Stadium was once again eerily quiet.
This time Wang Ai worked harder, and the final score was 8.60 meters, still a cliff-like lead. The two coaches became excited again, while Wang Ai frowned again.
This time Wang Ai did not make any moves. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the turf with his head raised, eyes closed, and breathing calmly. He felt that his mentality was not right. This result was far inferior to his best result in Shenyang.
Even the average grades are not as good.
"Little Wang, there is one more jump left. I will receive the prize immediately after the jump!"
Wang Ai lost track of time while meditating. The coach came to take a picture before he came to his senses. After taking a deep breath, he stood up. This time, he briefly waved to the stands before starting. Then, completely unexpectedly, the overall voice sounded almost immediately.
Rhythmic applause sounded.
My body was more relaxed than the previous two jumps, soaring in the night sky with the stands as the background, and finally slid over the 8.7-meter line!
