Leonie smiled and looked down at the document: "Actually, there are quite a few. On May 22, the last round of La Liga, if one of the Copa del Rey and the Champions League enters the final, then there will be a game in early June, and then there will be a 12 The strong match, then the Confederations Cup 10 days later until the beginning of July, and then it’s all right, until the World Championships until the beginning of August, you have a month to spare.”

"Really?" Wang Ai immediately became energetic: "Show me!"

After a while, Wang Ai slapped his thigh: "It's not just a month. Look, the 100m and long jump in the World Championships are concentrated on the 4th and 5th. As long as I don't participate in the 4×100, I can go for two days." I’m back, and it’s not until the end of the month that the last two top 12 matches, if I have enough points before, I don’t have to participate!”

Xu Qinglian nodded with a smile: "Yes, you don't need to participate, then you have to return to Real Madrid in mid-August."

Wang Ai's face fell down, and he squinted at Xu Qinglian: "Can't you make me happy for a while?"

Xu Qinglian covered her mouth: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Wang Ai leaned his head on the sofa pillow: "Life is so boring, what should I do to find motivation?"

Leonie: "Kans."

Consi: "Huh?"

Leoni: "After raising you for more than ten years, I finally touched you for a few months, but I haven't touched you for more than a year."

Kang Si blushed, "You, that's not what he meant."

Leoni laughed and looked at the others: "Did we make it too easy for him to get it? If anyone wants to hold it down, there is no resistance at all. As a result, they are not bothered, and they yell that they have no motivation for life. "

The little beauty nodded: "That's right. Hey, why have I forgotten a woman's reserve and jealousy? We really let her worry so much, Xiao Huang, don't you think so?"

Huang Xin stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "Come on, let's fight and make some trouble for him, so that he won't be unaware of his blessings."

"Please forgive me." Wang Ai stood up and bowed in groups: "I just feel a little tired all of a sudden."

"Well, isn't it tiring to sing and sing every night?" Huang Xin didn't show a good face this time.

"I have been singing every night for ten years, and I..." Wang Ai knocked on his chest: "I haven't even coughed!"

"Why don't you eat some dessert? Sweet things will increase your sense of happiness." The little beauty was still holding Huang Xin's waist and suddenly suggested: "In the past, your tired depression was relieved by eating good things. I wonder if there is anything else you want to eat, if you haven’t eaten, let’s eat better in the past few days.”

"Eat Sichuan cuisine, it's exciting enough." Xu Qinglian was full of malice.

Wang Ai thought for a long time before shaking his head: "Oh, forget it, it will be bad if you eat something unsafe."

"You really want to eat?" Xu Qinglian asked in surprise.

"That's right?" Wang Ai disagreed: "Nutritious meals are good in everything and taste good, but the only thing is that they are not exciting enough. Think about whether the nutritious meals I have eaten with me over the years are oily, salty and spicy. There are very few things that stimulate the taste. ? Plain and dull, right?"

Several people looked at each other, and the little beauty said: "But it's true, you haven't noticed it if you don't say it, it really feels a little dull when you say it."

"That's right, heavy oil and heavy salt are unhealthy, but people always yearn for unhealthy, and they will become mentally ill after being healthy for a long time." Wang Ai patted his chest proudly, as if he had changed.

Leonie asked seductively: "Did you forget that our house has a kitchen? If you want to eat Sichuan food, you can cook it yourself?"

Wang Ai slapped his thigh and jumped up: "Hey, hey, hey!"

In the laughter of the women, Wang Ai turned around: "Hurry up, hurry up, what do you want to eat? It's supper."

After choosing a large circle, I finally decided on Maoxuewang. The soup can satisfy my cravings even if I can't hold it. So while flipping through the recipes and picking out the ingredients, the family has a large population, and there are a lot of ingredients to prepare. The three largest freezers are full of these pig offals.

After a while, a large pot of Maoxuewang will be ready, and the whole kitchen smells acrid, like chemical weapons.

Wang Ai apologized to the women: "It's not good for the first time, the spicy taste is all stimulated, it should be in the soup."

"Fortunately, it's summer and it will be over soon." Leoni served Wang Ai a large bowl of white rice, and cut a piece of big barley herself.

Huang Xin cut a piece of tofu and looked at Leoni: "Bread with Maoxuewang?"

Leoni nodded: "Ah, coffee with pancakes and fruit, so many BJ white-collar workers eat like this."

"It's really spicy!" Xu Qinglian over there tasted it for a while and then put it down. She walked around and brought some spring pancakes over: "Starch is spicy, this time it's ready."

Kangsi didn't eat the staple food, so she took a large bowl of water, picked up some vegetables, rinsed them in the bowl, and ate them. She was quite comfortable eating, but she was a bit like a raccoon.

It didn't take long for everyone to eat up a pot of food. Everyone was sixty percent full after eating, and there was an urge to have another pot. Wang Ai couldn't get enough of it: "Forget it, I'm going to swim, so you can't eat too much food."

"Take it easy. It's hot now and the water is cold. Don't catch a cold." Huang Xin warned.

"Then, let's go to the gym first, are you going? Tonight's extra meal is still high-calorie, it's best to be active."

"Let's play for a while first." Xu Qinglian said: "It's been a long time since I've been online, everyone is full today."

In the last few days of August, Wang Ai quietly started daily football training. He still listened to what the women said. He was also afraid that his performance would be disappointing after returning to Real Madrid. Originally, his football sponsors, fans, and clubs were worried about his cross-border track and field play, and he suppressed it because his football performance was getting better and better. If it is reversed, the problem will be big.

The influence of the International Athletics Federation is far inferior to that of FIFA, and the actual influence of the track and field center is far inferior to that of the football management center.

On the evening of August 30th, Wang Ai took the high-speed train from Beijing to the north and went to Changchun to join the national team. As soon as he arrived at the hotel, he was surrounded and teased.

"Hey, isn't this the new 100-meter flying man? Did he come to the wrong place?"

"Thank you for supporting Chinese football."

"It's a great honor for you to still remember our top 12 match."

Wang Ai pursed his lips and looked at the brothers and booed: "Look at your envious and jealous look."

"Whoever envies and hates, only gives a few bonuses."

"Isn't it envy, jealousy? Then you want to rebel? I just got out of business and want to usurp power? I want to read the review tomorrow, don't I?"

Old Tang and the others watched everyone talking nonsense together with a smile on their faces, and then came up after everyone had had enough fuss, "How is it, you're in good health?"

Wang Ai looked at everyone and sighed: "Okay, let's test it, let's not be special, so that these guys won't be able to sleep because of anger."

"Who will challenge me one-on-one!" Wang Ai yelled at his brothers domineeringly.