Of course, Xu Qinglian was still very careful. When sharing photos with a few girlfriends in her elementary, junior high, high school, and university, there was only a separate photo of the trophy. Wang Ai reminded her that she also pays attention to keeping her personal information confidential. Her friend knew it didn't matter, there was no real hammer, but she couldn't help her. But if there is a photo of her and the trophy, it can't be distinguished.

No matter now or in the future, Xu Qinglian does not intend to disclose their relationship to the outside world: you know Gui know, see Gui see, but I will never provide you with evidence.

Compared with Wang Ai's proficiency in facing reporters, Xu Qinglian felt that his temper might not be able to cope. Rather than being torn apart by the storm of public opinion around Wang Ai, it is better to avoid it, anyway, it does not affect your own life, nor does it affect your own playing of his trophies, medals, certificates, and... hehe.

After a while, I had enough chatting with my friends, and I browsed the British news website at will. Afterwards, another person would be dumbfounded. Xu Qinglian, who snickered while covering her mouth, sent Wang Ai a message: "The outside is exploding, everywhere. Scolding Cannavaro."

It was already eleven o'clock that night when Wang Ai received the text message, and he arrived in Doha. There is only a two-hour time difference between Qatar and the United Kingdom, so it doesn’t feel obvious. Coupled with more than eight hours of flight, almost all are talking to Dong Fangzhuo, so Wang Ai is quite sleepy.

It was Ma Dong who came to pick Wang Ai. This guy was almost dedicated to Wang Ai's logistics in the Football Association. It was him who went to Guoqing. He was the one who came to the National Olympics. He smiled and folds his head. Yes, look nasty.

"Well, lord, the room has been cleaned for you, the bath water has been put away, dinner, and the supper are also ready for you. Do you think we will start this way?"

Dong Fangzhuo looked stupid with Ma Dong's lip talk, and the assistant coach said, can you ask for a face, harder than I licked it?

Wang Ai was too lazy to take care of Ma Dong, which would make him sleepy and unhappy, and hurriedly gave him a middle finger. Only after I got on the bus did I find that the car was quite luxurious. Wang Ai rallied a little: "Is the high-level guide getting rich? Get such a good car to pick me up?"

"Hey, I don’t have much money for the Olympic Games. This car was sent by the organizer. You know, there is money."

Wang Ai nodded a bit, and snorted: "In a truly developed England, the streets are full of buttless carts, so four buckles buckle a soap box."

"The less you want, the more you want to be." Ma Dong said indifferently.

At the Asian Games Village in Doha, the car stopped in the parking lot, and Wang Ai shook hands with the driver. It is no exaggeration to say that of the more than 900 people in the entire Chinese delegation, no one is more famous than Wang Ai. Whether it is Yao Ming of the men's basketball team, Liu Xiang of the hurdle, or the dream team of diving, the ping-pong dream team, the gymnastics dream team, and the badminton dream team, there is one. An Asian is standing on the Golden Globe Awards podium for the first time, which is unprecedented for the sensation of the entire Asian sports circle and football circle.

The driver of the Asian Games Village may not know other Chinese, but he must know Wang Ai.

The men’s football competition will begin tomorrow, but the Chinese delegation will come the day after tomorrow, and then participate in the opening ceremony on December 1, which is also the practice of the comprehensive sports games. So Building 4 looks a bit deserted. Of course, it is too late now. Most of the staff have already slept, and only a few jobs are waiting at the door.

This is currently the only courtesy given by the Chinese sports community to the winner of the Silver Ball Award, and it is also the most lively.

Wang Ai smiled and shook hands with a few people, taking pictures. When it was dark, he could not care about the quality of the photos. Anyway, they looked very happy.

Going upstairs along the elevator, on the left side of the 8th floor, Ma Dong pointed out a room for Dong Fangzhuo, and Dong Fangzhuo and Wang Ai greeted each other lightly and went busy. Seven or eight hours of chat on this track, but he was exhausted. His mouth is okay, mainly because his brain is buzzing.

From small to large, no one can talk to him so much. It’s enough to practice the body and the technique. How can I still talk to me about platoon formation, how can I still talk to me about psychological warfare, how can I still talk to me about ergonomics... Hey, what’s the name?

Dong Fangzhuo forgot that Wang Ai's performance on the court is so good, he remembers that the boss's curse is really fucking!

"Guidance Gao and Guidance Liu shouldn't sleep yet. Would you like to see it?" Ma Dong said softly.

"Not yet asleep?" Wang Ai looked at Ma Dong unexpectedly, and then realized it in Ma Dong's eyebrows: "If you say that if I go directly back to the room, will Lao Gao rush over?"

"What am I talking about?" When the door of the cold room opened, Lao Gao's awl-like figure appeared.

"Eh, high guidance, I haven't seen you in a long time, I really miss it. I went back to bed and talk tomorrow!"

"...You come to me!" Lao Gao grabbed Wang Ai's arm and didn't forget to greet Yan Zhu and Zhao Dan. They were pulling the trolley case.

Old Liu is also in the room, smiling at Wang Ai being dragged by Lao Gao, and then seeing Wang Ai fought back, the teacher and the students will tear it in place, waiting for the old and declining Lao Gao to be hit by Wang Ai. After throwing it on the couch, old Liu said slowly: "Xiao Gao, this is your fault. Old age doesn't talk about muscles and bones. It's too old to do anything. How can you attack the enemy with your own short? When you play football, you are not known for physical fitness and confrontation."

Lao Gao gasped, and stared fiercely, even Wang Ai, who was still breathless with a grin, suddenly sighed sorrowfully: "I am not as good as his IQ."

Ma Dong said: "It's okay, you are older than his official."

Lao Gao squinted at his assistant: "He is the deputy director of the Football Association."

"County officials are better off now?"

Old Liu is too lazy to take care of the stubbornness between Lao Gao and Ma Dong. Xiao Gao is usually very serious, especially when communicating with his subordinates and players. That is called a strict manner, but when Wang Ai is here, the style of painting immediately changes. , It may be a bad foundation. It's been so noisy in seven or eight years, and it's too late to think about it. And you look at it, whose captain and head coach wrestled as soon as they met? The point is, the head coach also lost.

Old Liu stood up and suddenly arched his hand at Wang Ai. Panic Wang Ai hurriedly returned the salute. He didn't know how to return, so he arched.

Just listen to the old Liu Dao: "With You Rong Yan, with You Rong Yan. Xiao Wang, as your coach of the National Youth, National Youth and Olympic Games, my old Liu is so happy in this life, it's all about you. Nothing else, you have given us enthusiasm, have given us junior football and adult football enthusiasm, and have given us the Chinese people enthusiasm, come, you look at this."

With that said, old Liu handed over a piece of paper with the name "Congratulations to the football player Comrade Wang Ai from the State Sports General Administration, the All China Sports Federation, and the National Olympic Organizing Committee"!