"Look at you, I still have the uniform from No. 1 High School!" Xu Qinglian pushed open Wang Ai's wardrobe and said angrily.
"The clothes are quite good, just wear them if they are quite sturdy." Wang Ai said nonchalantly. He was chatting with a bunch of night owls in the chat group. Three or four groups had active users speaking frequently, such as Han Peng.
He secretly asked Wang Ai for Ronaldo's jersey.
"Don't you have team uniforms and training uniforms? Oops, you also brought Tubingen's team uniforms?" Xu Qinglian on the side continued to pack Wang Ai's wardrobe.
"Wear it if you can. It's so good and strong, how can you throw it away?"
Iron King Ai Hun didn't care and continued to deal with his friends on the Internet with a smile. Suddenly, his head was patted by a small hand, and then his ears were grabbed and he was forced to twist his body.
Xu Qinglian raised her green-white fingers: "Speaking of this, I really need to talk to you. Your consumption concept is wrong. People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. You need to wear better clothes."
Seeing that Xu Qinglian was serious, Wang Ai let go of the keyboard and thought for a while: "I think mine is quite correct. Don't forget, although I am very well-known, I am not an entertainment star or a cultural celebrity. I am a football star. My
My skills are on and off the field, and my reputation is based on my skills, performance on the field and even off the field. To put it bluntly, football players are a technical profession, and they rely on their ability to play hard, not on their clothes."
Xu Qinglian sat quietly opposite Wang Ai. After Wang Ai finished speaking, she thought for a moment and said: "I admit that what you said makes sense, and I also admit that I didn't think about it that much, but since you are trying to reason with me,
Then I'll tell you the truth."
Wang Ai suddenly became interested. He was well-known in the world of spraying and had rarely seen an opponent for many years, and there were even fewer challengers. So he made a gesture of invitation and was seriously prepared to face the challenge of the "big beauty".
"If you are an ordinary football player, you really don't need too much external decoration. The difference between you and cultural celebrities is that your game is your performance, your appearance, and their appearance is left to society.
The impression of the general public, apart from literary and artistic works, is just daily dressing. But Wang Ai, you are different from ordinary football players." Xu Qinglian stared with big eyes: "You are currently the most famous athlete in Chinese football.
In a sense, it represents the image of Chinese football, and even more broadly represents the international image of China's young generation. Your clothes and your appearance are not only your own, but also those of the country and the nation. You
Maybe you think that being bohemian has nothing to do with the level of your doctorate in philosophy, or even a sign of being a celebrity. But the premise is that you don't play football, you are just a young philosopher who doesn't pay much attention and is purely in the academic field. There are many of your kind out there.
"
Wang Ai frowned and said nothing.
"Now that you have reached your current status and are abroad, every move you make must be consistent with your identity, the interests of the motherland, and the image we need to present to foreign ordinary people and Chinese young people in foreign societies."
Xu Qinglian talked eloquently: "From ancient times to the present, diplomatic work has included professionals and amateurs. Professional diplomatic agencies, such as the Prime Minister's Yamen in the Qing Dynasty, the earlier Ministry of Rites, and our current Ministry of Foreign Affairs, mainly deal with negotiations on state-to-state affairs.
Amateurs include Vientiane, and can be businessmen, scholars, and tourists traveling between the two countries. They have extensive contacts and leave a very direct impression on others. I remember that you have a very good relationship with our Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Playing football often receives help from the foreign affairs department. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs once sent a letter of praise to you to the Sports Bureau, with high expectations. Then you should have the consciousness of a civilian diplomat and the spokesperson of China's younger generation. You
Look at our Premier Zhou, he is always so graceful and graceful, unlike you, who wears shabby clothes and is verbose!"
Speaking of this, Xu Qinglian angrily grabbed Wang Ai's high school uniform, tore a big hole in the armpit, and kicked Wang Ai's usual running shoes. The shoes had already faded, "What are you wearing?"
, and insert a big cattail leaf fan behind your neck, you will be Jigong on TV!"
"Normally if you don't raise your arms, others won't be able to see you. Besides, it's cool to have multiple holes!" Wang Ai said firmly.
Xu Qinglian's face turned red, and Wang Ai was obviously very angry. Then she calmed down, picked up the tea cup and drank tea without saying a word.
"Ahem, what, you're right, okay, I won't wear these clothes anymore at the head office, right?" Wang Ai thought for a while and then added: "I can choose a better clothes and wear them when I go out in the future.
, okay?"
"Just one?" Xu Qinglian asked back: "Look in your wardrobe. The only clothes you bought are youth clothes. The others are a few sets given by sponsors, and the ones Aunt Ai bought for you when you were at home.
You are not allowed to buy your own clothes?"
"Why buy so many? As I said just now, I'm still growing, so having too many clothes is a waste. I'll wait until my health stabilizes in a few years before I buy more. That kind of clothes can last at least twenty years."
Xu Qinglian bit her lower lip and laughed angrily: "Twenty years? How dare you think about it! Clothing trends change once a year. If you wear clothes that are twenty years old, you will make people laugh to death! You
Don't be stubborn! You are exactly the same as Uncle Wang. Last year, Aunt Ai cleaned up the wardrobe and threw all the clothes from his youth into the yard. All the labor protection clothes and tunic suits were washed cleanly and the boards were neatly folded.
Well. I did the math, it was about twenty years ago, how about I pick something for you to wear?"
Wang Ai subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he thought about it, if he really wore the clothes of his father when he was young and went out, he would really become a monster... I said why do fans always give me gifts? Do they think I am very poor?
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"Is there anything left to say?" Xu Qinglian won a great victory and said proudly: "Go shopping with me tomorrow!"
In fact, Wang Ai is not completely unaware of this problem, but he is too lazy to think or move. Like most Chinese men, when going to the market, no matter how complex the structure of the market building is, he walks in a straight line: go straight to the market.
Goal, give money to get goods, go out, and not take another step with you.
"Also." Xu Qinglian pointed to the shiny chat group on Wang Ai's computer: "Don't you think you should make yourself more expensive and set a good example for your teammates? Your achievements have brought money, money
Only externalization can have visual impact. Your clothes now cost less than a hundred yuan, who can envy you? If your clothes cost 10,000 yuan, 20,000 yuan, 50,000 yuan, or 100,000 yuan, your teammates will see
When I think of you, I think of your football achievements. Isn’t this a better way to inspire your teammates to work hard?"
"Okay!" Wang Ai stared: "I'm going to sleep!"
"Hmph!" Xu Qinglian stood up and walked to the stairs, turned around and made a victory gesture: "The philosophy department can be sophistical, but our history department can truly be reasonable."
