Reborn on Top of Football

It was half past six when Wang Ai woke up.

Madrid is very quiet in the early morning, the dark blue sky and a few faint white clouds are in the gaps in the curtains, and occasionally a few birds glide quickly by. It's rare to sleep late, it's rare not to do morning exercises, Wang Ai's heart is greatly relaxed, and when he is about to close his eyes and go back to sleep, when the door of the bathroom opens, Shi Wenjun combs his hair and comes out: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Wang Ai looked at her peacefully and smiled.

Shi Wenjun took off his coat and put it on, and put on his small leather shoes, but he still didn't escape Wang Ai's gaze, so he said in vain: "I haven't seen it."

"I've seen it and I love it." Wang Ai said with a smile.

"It's weird." Shi Wenjun commented and walked out of the door, then probed back and found Wang Ai still smiling, so he had nothing to say: "Hurry up, breakfast should be opened earlier today."

As soon as he talked about breakfast, Wang Ai realized that he was a little hungry. Maybe it was because his physical energy was spent fighting the disease that night, or he couldn't feel hungry because he was training at this time? In short, Wang Ai rolled around on the bed twice, took the football off the bed to play for a while, and then got up.

"Young! Fried eggs!" Wang Ai opened his eyes wide when he came to the restaurant, and picked up the six fried eggs on his plate: "For me? Is this stuff very fatty?"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Wenjun, who was holding a frying pan, put another pile of bacon on Wang Ai's plate: "I'm sick, I ate high-energy and easy-to-digest food."

"Okay." Wang Ai sat down and looked at everyone: "Yes, it's still sick."

Because no one else has it, whether it is the male and female guards who are sweating all over, or the two ex-wives who are busy making him sick meals, they are ordinary nutritious meals.

"Let's eat." Shi Wenjun came back and sat next to Wang Ai and looked at him: "Everyone is watching you, everyone is worried if you don't eat."

Wang Ai picked up a piece of fried egg and bit it into his mouth, it was crunchy!

Then the egg liquid inside flowed in his mouth, Wang Ai closed his eyes happily, and sighed after a long time: "So this is the smell of depravity, it's really charming."

Everyone laughed and ate.

In order to satisfy everyone's wishes, Wang Ai ate 1.2 times the usual food, and he was a little full. After the meal, I planned to go upstairs, but the two ex-wives asked him to go shopping together. Wang Ai looked embarrassed and said: "I haven't read the document sent to me by the Football Association at noon yesterday. Director Wei told me specifically."

"We've seen it, and I'll tell you as we go." Huang Xin couldn't help but push Wang Ai out the door.

It’s still not eight o’clock at this time, and the streets of Madrid are still very quiet. At this time, most Spaniards are still sleeping at home. They don’t go to work until half past nine, and they start their lunch break at half past one in the afternoon, and some will rest until four in the evening. At half past one, and then go to work again, until eight o'clock in the evening. Therefore, Wang Ai got up for morning exercises at 5:30 in the morning, which touched the Spaniards so much. This is like telling modern Chinese that you have to get up for morning exercises at 12 midnight every day.

Taking advantage of the mild sunlight, Wang Ai leaned against the window in the middle row of Iveco, opened the window a crack, and then browsed the quiet streets and various historical buildings, as if wandering in a time museum. Wang Ai's most prominent feeling after living in Europe for many years is the youthfulness of Chinese cities and the oldness of European cities. It is hard to say which one he likes more, but it is true that European cities are more addictive.

When we drove to a park, everyone got out of the car and sat there for a while, but there was no one there. Wang Ai even lay down on the lawn for a while. It is also rare for everyone to have such a relaxing moment, chatting and laughing with each other until half past nine before getting back into the car.

At this time, various stores had opened their doors lazily. Wang Ai walked into a clothing store, which attracted the exclamation of the waiter and the owner, and chatted with him for a while before he was able to escape. Going further down, Wang Ai didn't dare to get out of the car.

There are millions of people in Madrid, and Wang Ai is not a young player when he came to Coruña.

But probably because of the change of mood, Wang Ai was in a good mood even sitting in the small car, watching the two ex-wives lead their guards out of one store and into another store, going down one by one, Then a guard would always be sent to the car with a bunch of bags, and then happily go back to catch up with the team, Wang Ai thought it was quite interesting.

"What do you look for in women's things?"

Near noon, Huang Xin finally returned to the car excitedly, and saw Wang Ai looking through their bags at a glance, so he opened Wang Ai's hand: "You don't want to go shopping if you are asked, but you prefer to look at other people. of."

Wang Ai spread his hands, Huang Xin said: "You really think you can cause mass incidents?"

Wang Ai spread his hands again, Huang Xin was angry: "You're dumb, aren't you?"

Wang Ai spread his hands, and Shi Wenjun persuaded: "He means that Chaoju should not appear on the street casually, no matter whether it will cause riots or not. It's not a common saying, it's a real drop in price. Keep it mysterious Feeling… uh, okay.”

Shi Wenjun thought that Huang Xin had also been Wang Ai's assistant and manager, and he understood this completely, so he looked at Wang Ai: "You just sit like this all morning, don't you get tired of crooked?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "I should be tired of it, but I don't get tired of seeing you as happy as birds. Why do I earn money? Isn't it for you to spend? Seeing the happiness of your flowers gives me a sense of accomplishment. "

The other guards and assistants pricked up their ears, Huang Xin smiled and pushed the bag aside and sat down: "Did you forget that we are also paid? Who paid you?"

Wang Ai, who was originally calm and thoughtless, was attacked by Huang Xin and didn't know how to refute for a while. After a while, he slapped his thigh: "At noon, find a good restaurant to eat, and I will pay the bill!"

"Well, I don't eat meat, I eat eggs, fish, and vegetables. I'll see you eat, okay?" Under the eyes of the women, Wang Ai compromised and took the initiative to order safe dishes for himself.

After a big meal, everyone was in a good mood. Seeing that the shops were closed for lunch break, everyone who still followed the Chinese custom had no choice but to go home. Originally, Wang Ai wanted to play games with everyone, but was persuaded by Huang Xin to take a nap.

"I didn't train in the morning, I was in a good mood in the morning, and I ate well at noon, just in time to sleep and strengthen my body."

When he woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ai felt that he should have really recovered. He ignored the two women who were lying in their clothes, and quietly went downstairs to see Marisa watching TV, so she asked her to take the medicine. Come to the box, and measure it again this time: 3 degrees, completely normal.

At this time, the old and white couple's plane had already flown over Germany and was going to Madrid at night.