Reborn on Top of Football - Vol 8 Chapter 131

“Some people always say that when I invite people to play at home, I invite them to train, but yesterday I went to Wang’s house, and he also invited me to train, and I didn’t return home until I had fully reached the training intensity.”

The next morning, Ronaldo took the initiative to accept an interview with Madrid TV: “So it’s not that I’m special, but that we have to train when the time comes. Only by doing this every day can we be in a good state.”

Facing the question of “Isn’t training work?” Ronaldo smiled and said: “It’s work, but we don’t have a whole day of free time during the season. Just like me and Wang, we can only train at the same time. while chatting.”

“Then who’s training more intensively, you or Wang?”

“I feel.” Ronaldo thought for a while: “We are similar, but the schedule is different. He goes to bed late and wakes up early, but has a nap at noon, so it is at both ends. I didn’t take a nap, but I went to bed early, I got up late, so it was close to the middle. Except for the club in the afternoon, our training time was basically staggered. Yesterday was the first time we trained together in private. Frankly speaking, I was very sleepy at the end, but he was still very energetic. I returned When I got home, he said he was going to be in the gym for another 20 minutes.”

“That is to say, we will see you two training together again?”

“Yes, we are all used to our own schedule, which is in line with needs and cannot be changed.”

When this interview with Ronaldo was released, Wang Ai was fighting with Xu Qinglian. The matter of Ronaldo was finally settled after so long yesterday, and a stone in Wang Ai’s heart fell to the ground and grass began to grow. But Xu Qinglian didn’t want to follow Wang Ai’s wishes, so the two of them rock-paper-scissors, stamping their feet while punching, childishly falling apart.

Shi Wenjun’s eyes were about to roll to the sky, it was Huang Xin who noticed this interview with Ronaldo that stopped the children’s war.

“Aren’t you going to accept an interview?” Shi Wenjun asked.

Wang Ai shook his head: “He is relatively weak, and it is good for the balance to let him show up more.”

“But you are very strong online.” Huang Xin took the laptop and clicked on Wang Ai’s social account pages one by one: “Each one is one of the most trafficked today.”

Wang Ai glanced at the photo of the two people’s gathering that he posted this morning: “There is no way, Portugal is not as large as Zhengzhou’s population, how can he compare with me on the Internet where everyone is equal? ​​Even if I have registered all major social accounts , scattered my supporters, and the momentum is still bigger than him.”

“So let him dominate the mainstream media?”

Wang Ai shrugged: “Mainstream media is the most strictly controlled, most conservative, most stale, and most racist. I can easily lose out in this fight.”

Several women looked at each other, Huang Xin nodded slowly: “Alright, mainstream media is about awards, and online media is about business, which is in line with your strategic goals.”

“You guys play, I went downstairs to find Laobai for training.” Wang Ai got up: “The couple will leave tomorrow, you study and study what to buy for your sister-in-law and children to take back.”

Shi Wenjun said: “In the past few days, Guanghai is either inspecting the Spanish youth training or inspecting the clothing industry during the day. On the contrary, my sister-in-law is free to go shopping with us all day long. We know what she likes.”

Smiling, Wang Ai bent down and kissed the little beauty’s cheek, and then kissed Huang Xin’s cheek quickly: “Good wife! Hmph!”

Being hummed, Xu Qinglian sent the man off with a “bah”.

That night, Wang Ai, who had just sent Huang Xin to the peak, was planning to make persistent efforts when a cool hand touched his back unexpectedly, scaring Wang Ai into a fright. Looking back, what a big white face…

“Do you want to die?”

Xu Qinglian, who was wearing a mask, waved her hand impatiently: “Turn around and lie down.”

Wang Aimeng’s subconscious obedience in the circle state, and then: “You?”

Xu Qinglian smiled at the amused Huang Xin, looked at Wang Ai and said slowly: “If you don’t pay the public grain, I can only take it myself.”

“I’ll give it to you, you don’t want it!”

“Is that giving? That’s forcing!”

Wang Ai turned to look at Huang Xin, Huang Xin smiled without saying a word and was about to get up and go to the bathroom, then Wang Ai looked at Xu Qinglian who was moaning: “No, isn’t it different?”

Xu Qinglian pressed Wang Ai’s chest with a trembling voice: “Can it be the same? One is that I don’t care if I want to eat or not, and the other is that I can eat whatever I want. Can it be the same? Can duck and buffet be the same? ?Okay shut up, I’m going to drive!”

“Hmph, be careful I don’t cheer you up!”

“you try?”

This time it was Wang Ai’s turn to vibrate: “You, you still have this ability?”

“I didn’t bother to play tricks on you before, but you’re like a perpetual motion machine anyway, I’m afraid you’ll be so excited all night long.” Xu Qinglian adjusted again: “Okay, shut up and be a tool in peace.”

After a while, Huang Xin came out of the shower, and Wang Ai stretched out her hand: “Helpme!”

Xu Qinglian was cruel tonight, even if she had no strength in the end, she still stood up, and when Wang Ai seduced her and said, “You can’t go up by yourself, I will send you up”. Wang Aiben wanted to compete with her, and insisted “I won’t send you off if you don’t tell me”, but Huang Xin hinted at it before turning over in a storm, and finally successfully hatched the soprano.

Huang Xin ran to the next door to accompany the little beauty who was not feeling well. Xu Qinglian, who woke up from the intoxication, finally stopped being awkward with Wang Ai, and slowly murmured about her longing for the past two years.

Wang Ai was a little melancholy at the last one. He looked at the ceiling and stroked Xu Qinglian’s hair: “When I was young, I always thought about day and night, but in the end it was a long time of love.”

Xu Qinglian raised her head, her smooth chin resting on Wang Ai’s chest muscles, she stretched out her hand while annoyed: “When will you be idle?”

Wang Ai smiled and said: “I have a bigger heart than the ancients. What I think is that everyone is always in love, but in the end, everyone is in love for a long time, right? Besides…”

Wang Ai also stretched out his hand, and said with a strange smile: “How long have you been idle? You have been studying the production of ligers with lions in BJ, right?”

Xu Qinglian smiled and fell on Wang Ai’s chest again: “It’s not all because of you. Of course, consumers will take the initiative to produce to meet part of the consumption demand because of insufficient market supply.”

Wang Ai sighed suddenly: “I shouldn’t have taught you theory…”

Xu Qinglian giggled: “Again, you helped me open up a new world!”

Wang Ai sighed contentedly: “As long as you don’t blame me.”

“How could it be possible not to blame you? But what’s the use of blaming you? Can you start over again?” Xu Qinglian arched into Wang Ai’s arms again: “By the way, you finished repairing the stadium last year, what’s the next step?”

“I haven’t thought about it yet.” Wang Ai said with a smile: “Playing football for 20 years is equivalent to working for the stadium, and I have only rested for less than a year.”