Wang Ai Surong turned his head, Zhang Guang in the front row opened the storage box.

A red Jetta, driving a vaguely long-haired man, the mud on the license plate is hard to see. Zhao Dan continued to drive: "I found it in Gaoling Town. I'm not sure if it is because it is just such a road. I tried it a few times, and the doubt is not small.

"Do you use the police?" Zhang Guang asked.

Zhao Dan shook his head: "Look again, this is the suburbs of Beijing, or this afternoon. Well, Kang Si, you take a few pictures of him with the camera."

Kang Si hurriedly took out the camera and pointed it at the car behind. Zhao Dan also reduced the speed of the car to maintain a constant speed, and strive for the shooting effect. But I don’t know if the car at the back noticed something, or if someone got there, the car stopped in front of a roadside shop.

Wang Ai glanced fixedly, then leaned back on the chair: "Let's go."

At this time, everyone has no nonsense.

Zhang Guang asked, "How much is this?"

Zhao Dan said flatly: "Many abroad, they are paparazzi. It was rampant when I was in the UK. I found bugs at home. Not to mention the follow up on the road, and some of them used telephoto lenses to shoot from a distance near home. That's it from a few hundred meters away."

"My God, isn't that there is no privacy at all?" Zhang Guanghou said in fear.

Wang Ai laughed: "A star? It's in this circle. Contributing to lace scandals is also one of the existence values ​​of a star."

Kang Si pulled Wang Ai: "This is the first time in China, right?"

Wang Ai shook his head: "I'm not sure, maybe."

Zhao Dan looked in the rear-view mirror, with a touch of seriousness in the plain, and Wang Ai had a short break at home to catch up with other activities in the afternoon. Zhao Dan took this opportunity to find "Fan Debiao" and said a few words. Therefore, when Wang Ai went out in the afternoon, he followed the Audi with a Santana 2000.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Ai, who had returned from attending the event at the Gucci store in Beijing, sat in his study with exhaustion and looked at Zhao Dan: "Is it all right?"

Zhao Dan shook his head: "I didn't watch it this afternoon."

Wang Ai nodded: "You have to work hard these days. You can relax when I go to military training on the 11th."

Zhao Dan nodded: "However, even during military training, you have to save some snacks."

"Is there anything going on at the National Defense University?" Wang Ai said with a smile.

Zhao Dan shook his head: "Those who can guard against spies don't necessarily guard against paparazzi. The number of paths is different. The paparazzi squat at the door waiting for you to come out and take pictures of you. The guards can't say that they will be pulled off by someone on the opposite side of the road. People are unhappy. Do the people who admire the National Defense University take a picture as a souvenir? As long as you don't go to the vital area, there is nothing you can do."

Wang Ai snorted and started thinking.

Zhao Dan had also eaten with Wang Ai. Seeing that Wang Ai had no explanation, he quietly got up and went out.

During this period of time, Zhao Dan and Zhang Guang accompany Wang Ai to talk and laugh less. Today, attending Yan Zhu's wedding is the most part of Wang Ai's laughter. The heavy pressure of the World Cup, the disadvantages of the Confederations Cup, and the most critical sorrow that can be done are all haunting Wang Ai's mood.

Everything depends on what kind of answers the National Defense University Zhang Zhaozhong research team can give during the military training.

The busy days passed quickly, the red Jetta never appeared again, and the old Fan Santana followed him for five days. During the period, I also found that it seemed that the other party had changed cars, because Wang Ai's activity area was all in the city of Beijing, and the traffic was rolling. It was hard to say that he would brake and ask face to face, let alone turn around and catch up at any time. It's not Wang Ai's car that can turn around on Chang'an Avenue.

On the evening of July 10, Zhao Dan went out with a satchel after the work handover. Zhang Guang drove Santana 2000 to the train station and quietly returned to his hometown in Liaoyang for "vacation". Wang Ai cleared up his mood and got ready to get a good night's sleep. Military training will begin tomorrow, and it may be possible to get a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Wang Ai arrived at the Chinese Football Association with a bag on his back. Old Gao called his name. He didn't say anything when he saw the crowd. With a wave of his hand, everyone got on the bus and drove into the National Defense University. However, Liu Chunming explained a lot in the car, such as observing discipline when going to a place. This time it was a military training, not an outing.

Lao Liu also specifically emphasized: "Everyone's mobile phones are centrally managed, and no going out or making and receiving calls is allowed for non-essential matters."

Wang Ai was very conscious this time. He was the first to hand over the phone. This time he didn't even bring Kang Si with him. This time he planned to completely retreat. Everyone is more conscious. You have done psychological construction before you come. Knowing what this is, it's not a place to play your temper anyway.

Passing through the main entrance of the towering National Defense University, the group of people got off the car and was first issued a set of military uniforms and assigned to dormitories. Zhang Zhaozhong did not show his face, and one of his assistants negotiated with Lao Gao and Lao Liu during the whole process. Even these two changed into camouflage uniforms.

Li Bing and Fan Zhiyi went to collect information about his opponents, bringing Chen Yang and Ma Dong, so this time, Lao Gao and Lao Liu were the only ones who accompanied him. In the dormitory, an officer came in to announce the housekeeping order and fold the tofu cubes. In fact, everyone who had gone to school had undergone military training, so this link was not bad.

Then he pulled out and walked in the queue on the playground.

Take a lunch and rest for half an hour, and then pull out to stand against the big sun!

The instructor said well: "You professional athletes, don't you faint like college students?"

Sweating ticking, the occasional breeze blowing on the playground that can't even blow my hair is not cool. The 23 heroes of the national team who have just returned from the Confederations Cup for less than half a month, most of the overseas players, and all the fans all over the country are familiar with, just stand here in the thick camouflage uniform of the thief.

Before coming, it was not that no one was muttering in their hearts, such as the old grandson.

"Master is 32!"

Look at it again after coming, so the instructor's age is only 18 or 9 years old! Smaller than the youngest of the national team!

But whispering back to whispering, Lao Sun still stood upright, his head no longer supported by the wool rolls.

No way, the old man at the front of the queue is standing there.

Can your veteran players be too old? If it weren't for Liu Chunming's 50s, he couldn't hold it anymore, he would want to come.

The quarter-finals of the last World Cup, the next one will win the championship, and the last World Cup team did not go out. As for the last last session, there was nothing wrong with the Chinese team. Forget Wang Ai, Lao Sun caught up with the whole journey! In the 98 World Cup qualifiers, he is the national team.

Having personally experienced the steadily rising of Chinese football in the past ten years, I have been feeling that I have caught up and caught up countless times. Don't you want a perfect career? So, what is the bitterness in front of me?

Coaches, team captains, and big brother all took the lead. On the backyard of the National Defense University, more than 20 people stood silently, letting the July sun shine. The little instructor does not speak, everyone is a wooden person: I am not hot, I am not hot, I don't feel it!

In the corridor upstairs, Yan Shiduo accompanied a lieutenant general with a smile on his face: "Our people are alright?"