The little beauty raised her head from the phone screen and touched Xu Qinglian's shoulder: "Mrs. Wang, there are cameras on you at any time in this position. Is it really okay for you to keep your head down and play games?"
"Can they see it?" Xu Qinglian happily fiddled with the mobile phone under the railing.
"They can't see your mobile phone, how can they say you are tearing your pants for fun?" The little beauty rolled her eyes: "Anyway, you are thinking about it, my identity is the manager, Kangsi's agent, we can still excuse ourselves by saying that we are doing it when we lower our heads.
Research work, you are his wife, a woman who in the public mind is nothing but a face, a woman who does nothing serious except eating, drinking and having fun."
"Alas." Xu Qinglian sighed heavily: "That's why I don't like coming here. I don't let you do anything except watch the football. But what's the point of watching it for all these years? This look is the doctor's conspiracy to lure the opponent's defense.
Look, this time I obviously had a chance but I couldn't run away, so I had to pull the defensive line so that Benzema over there could have a chance."
Ma Fanshu looked at Xu Qinglian with an unpredictable expression, and Xu Qinglian spread her hands: "He has almost finished breaking out in the past month. Unless there is something to temporarily stimulate him, his performance will go down, so why not take this opportunity to seduce his opponent?
?The atmosphere is so full, it won’t be wasted if you don’t take advantage of it? It just so happens that he and Ronaldo are still friends, and they don’t really want to lose face to their friends.”
Ma Fanshu opened his mouth, and Xu Qinglian tilted his head to look at her: "Don't say this, you know it yourself. If you don't come here again and again, you don't want to hear this."
"Don't let me tell you. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in." Ma Fanshu smiled bitterly.
"No, after listening to our analysis, although you can't speak out, your vision, wisdom, and self-cultivation will deepen. In this way, you will be more confident in hosting the show and the audience will be more convinced. Isn't this more important?
"
"Can we win?" Ma Fanshu pointed downward.
Xu Qinglian pulled her phone out of boredom, opened it and took a look at the progress of the game: "Isn't he the king of the competition? How can it be that he has wasted his fame by winning so many championships over the years? Just read on with confidence, and draft it carefully."
The game went on as Xu Qinglian expected. Juventus blocked Wang Aifeng very vigorously, but he did not score a goal, and his teammates stood out exceptionally. Benzema alone scored two in the first half.
But if you just look at the surface without listening to Xu Qinglian's decryption, Wang Ai's number of touches is not much less, the number of shots is not much less, the running distance, and the general "game attitude" are better.
Cristiano Ronaldo scored two goals tenaciously, one of which was a penalty kick, but Real Madrid scored four.
It wasn't until the players from both sides disappeared into the tunnel that Ma Fanshu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's true."
"You don't believe me?" Xu Qinglian packed her small bag and said with a smile.
"Ah? Oh, hey, look, I specially recorded a close-up. This was the last moment he faced the camera before he walked to the sidelines and entered the tunnel. His smile was natural and free, and there was no trace of him not scoring a goal.
The annoyance was completely different from the emotion of frequently reaching out for the ball during the game, so I was convinced that he must have gained something else, such as tactical success." Ma Fanshu finished showing the camera and said seriously: "Many coaches are like this, participating in
Only those who have mastered tactical design will experience this satisfying joy."
Xu Qinglian also nodded seriously: "Remember what you said now, go home and learn from the doctor again, and I will add chicken drumsticks to you tomorrow."
Half an hour later, on the porch of the front yard of Wang Ai's manor, Wang Ai lazily drank juice: "Interview? It's tomorrow. I've been busy for several days, and I haven't seen you idle."
Wang Ai waved his hand: "Go and play in the water in the backyard at night while the water is still cold. You can't finish your work in a day. It's time to rest. Call me brother. I really want to make you leave with a face full of vicissitudes of life."
, it’s my fault.”
Ma Fanshu finally stood up happily and went to the backyard at Anna's invitation. Wang Ai raised his head and shouted to the third floor. After a while, Kang Si took the book down.
An hour later, Ma Fanshu, who had finally had his fill of the huge outdoor private swimming pool, returned to the front yard and found that Wang Ai was still in his original position, but with one leg resting on the railing, lowering his head and reading quietly.
The dim lights splashed on him, and it was impossible to overlap him with the sports star who was loved, sought after, and praised by fans all over the world for an hour and a half.
After a while, Wang Ai was probably thirsty. When he reached for the juice cup, he noticed that the old girl was back: "Have you had enough fun?"
"No energy anymore."
"Why didn't you go to bed? It should be...oh, it's twelve o'clock."
"Can't sleep for a while."
"Thinking about how nice it would be to have a house like this for yourself?"
"Ha...Young people must be allowed to think about it."
Wang Ai nodded at her, put down the book and stretched his waist, looking at the stars: "It's not easy to do this in BJ. Except for the four months from June to September, the other eight months are just like
Winter swimming is about the same, the slang power is too low, let alone BJ, in Munich, only ten households have an outdoor swimming pool. But in Milan and Madrid, almost half of the households have one."
Speaking of this, Wang Ai looked at the old girl funny: "If it is indoors, then there are very big requirements for the housing area. Not to mention townhouses, even single-family villas can't do much.
It’s just a small pool, it’s only twenty or thirty square meters. Including waterproofing, heat preservation, and sterilization, fifty or sixty square meters is used. But how many times can it be used? In fact, except when our athletes need it for recovery and must use it regularly.
Besides, most people rarely use it. After all, people are lazy and don’t like to move.”
"Then what should I do?" Ma Fanshu cried sadly.
Wang Ai thought seriously for a while: "In the future, there may be several families in some high-end communities sharing an indoor swimming pool and sharing the cost. This means that families with more financial strength may use the community public pool.
Swimming pool."
"Can we be that rich?"
"Of course, don't underestimate our country's productivity. The construction cost of a swimming pool is actually very low. The trouble is the subsequent water fees, disinfection and daily management. When our country's productivity mainly shifts to civilian use and daily household use, it will explode violently.
"
"I'm so yearning for it."
At this time Xu Qinglian stepped out of the room: "Drink some milk? Or eat something?"
"No." Wang Ai stood up: "It's so late, go to bed."
Ma Fanshu also stood up immediately, and then he noticed the book in Wang Ai's hand and was surprised: "You read this? Oh, I mean you read this kind of book we study in your leisure time?"
"The night is like water and the mind is as calm as water. Isn't it a good time to study?"
After reaching the second floor, Wang Ai turned around and waved his hand, "Have a good rest and we'll talk tomorrow."
