Three days later, outside the Jinan Olympic Sports Center, thousands of fans sent off the national team. Contrary to the opinions of various "experts" in the newspapers, after Wang Ai called out the goal of winning the World Cup, he actually won extensive social support. I won’t talk about the leadership level. The sales of football souvenirs and souvenirs have doubled several times. Yiwu people will give Wang Ai a medal.

If Wang Ai wants it.

At this moment, on both sides of the road, there are countless plastic Hercules Cups being held in their hands and waving towards the national team bus. Although this is just a warm-up match, the result of the match is only 2:1, but the fans don’t care. The fans just want to be happy!

"Huh mom, are you Shandong people so enthusiastic in Lao Zhou?" Mao Jianqing, who lost a shoe when he ran, asked Zhou Haibin to pay if he got in the car.

"I'm not...nor." Zhou Haibin stammered: "It's mainly because of good grades. Everyone is waiting for the trophy. Oh, boss, I suddenly feel that we are talking too much, and it is too early. You said you want to... People laugh at death."

Zhao Xuri looked at Wang Ai and didn't say a word. Wang Ai smiled: "Is Huashan a road since ancient times?"

After finishing speaking, there was silence in the carriage. Everyone was not stupid. They all understood what the boss yelled for, what it meant, and what it would bring, but they also understood that it wouldn't work if it wasn't. Everyone is around 25 years old, and those who dare to think about this goal are only two. Wang Ai is the youngest and has a sense of urgency, let alone them?

As for success or failure, just leave it to the boss. Anyway, as long as the TV station dared to release it, no one could scold him.

Everyone will go back to the hotel to rest. Tomorrow some will fly directly from Jinan to Europe, some like Wang Ai will have to go back to Beijing, and the ones who play in the domestic league will be easy. Where to go back and forth.

During the entire training and preparation period, everyone did not mention the anti-crime issue. As early as the Tubingen New Year period, overseas players had a unified calibre, not mentioning, asking, not talking, and doing their own things. So even if there are a few domestic players who want to talk about this rendezvous, they will understand when they start to find that they are all avoided.

They cherish the opportunity to join this national team and play in the World Cup more than overseas players.

After Wang Ai returned to the room, he threw all the dirty clothes into the washing machine in the bathroom, then returned to the room and said to Li Lin, "Where is your brother?"

"It's downstairs. I can't come up. It's not easy for me to pick it up." Li Lin couldn't laugh or cry: "Shandong people admit the truth."

Wang Ai smiled happily, grabbed his jacket and wrapped it up and walked downstairs. A guy outside the door shivered and shrank his head. Seeing Wang Ai came down, he waved excitedly: "Wang Er, Wang Er, me, me. "

"Come in quickly." Wang Ai beckoned, and then said to the smiling security guard and manager beside him: "My friend, I'm going back to Europe tomorrow. I really don't have time, so I can say something today."

"No problem, no problem," said the security guard.

"Please, please, neglect, neglect," the manager said.

Wang Ai shook hands with the two of them separately, and took Li Jun into the elevator. In the elevator, Wang Ai gave Li Jun a fist: "Call my nickname in front of outsiders!"

"Huh!" Li Jun squatted down, clutching his chest, "You can call my little eyes."

"Then the senior director would think I scolded him." Wang Ai gave Li Jun two more times before pulling him up: "I didn't talk enough on the phone last time. This time I won't be able to stay for a few days when I return to China. In summer, um, fall, maybe there will be no time..."

Li Jun blinked his small eyes: "You have no time, what do you say?"

Wang Ai put his arms around his shoulders: "That's why I have to hurry up. By the way, have you seen the information I mailed to you? How do you feel?"

Li Jun sighed in distress: "I don't understand, it's all in Italian, and it's not Italian cannons."

"Isn't there any materials in English? I asked someone to buy them from London, and there are materials published by the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"English..." Li Jun nodded embarrassedly: "It's also mixed."

"Then I translate it to you?"

"That's good, that's good."

"I want to be beautiful for you!"

The brothers talked and laughed and went back to the room. When Li Lin saw his brother was coming, he went back to the guarded room. Wang Ai's standard room will be occupied by the two brothers tonight.

"Take this one." Wang Ai picked up a football in the corner of the room: "The ball for tonight's game is not considered an official game, but it was one of mine."

Li Jun took the colorful football and threw it casually. It went upside down seven or eight times and was accidentally lost. Fortunately, Wang Ai stretched his leg to rescue him, and gave it to Li Jun after a dozen or so. The brothers just like that. Let's play.

Chatting while playing: "Did you graduate this year?"

"Next year, but in the fall, you can start the internship. Just hand in your graduation thesis this year."

"Can graduate? I heard that you are the king of deceased subjects?"

"Hey, you can always make a supplement."

"What are your plans for graduation?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, yeah, I don't practice anymore, I can't breathe."

Li Jun said, stretched out his hand to hug the ball, sat down on the bed and loosened the down jacket: "I remember that we both practiced passing the ball at that time. You did it in junior high school, right?"

Wang Ai also sat on the sofa: "No. I practiced at home at the time, but I was small and had small feet. I was tired when I practiced. Besides, I couldn't practice at school. At that time, the technique was not good. I walked on the top and it was dark. I can't get home either."

"You still have to look at talent." Li Jun touched his small face: "You said I was a bit taller than you at that time, but now, I can't see it when I watch TV. This one is in front of you. Indomitable."

Wang Ai laughed: "It does have something to do with talent. For example, short and stout people are suitable for weightlifting. It is indeed a talent to find the right project when you grow up. In addition, when I was a child, I had good family conditions, good food, and practice. It’s also hard work. It’s not going to come and go, that’s it."

Li Jun shook his head: "With this head, you won't know how to play football, you won't die if you don't go to college, and you can live by decorating people. Others have to move a ladder, you just need to stretch out your hand."

"Just talk about me, what are you going to do after graduation?"

"When the Public Security Bureau recruits civil servants, I want to try. If I fail to pass the exam, I will become a private investigator."

"I like this?" Wang Ai's eyes were deep and his expression was slightly serious.

Li Jun felt a little bit, and put a smile on his face: "Yeah."

"Do you like the joy of a sense of mission brought about by fighting crime, or the joy of breaking a mystery and solving a word problem?"

Li Jun thought for a while: "I have both."

Wang Ai frowned suddenly: "I remember the security department regularly recruits students from college students, right?"

Li Jun pointed to his eyes: "Wearing contact lenses."

"Really looking for you?"

"Hehe."

"All right." Wang Ai looked at Li Jun and slowly became serious: "I have a case and I want to entrust it to you."

Li Jun's expression also became serious, without asking why, he put his arms on his lap, ready to listen quietly.