"Come on, a little bit here, backlight over there." Lao Ma yelled at Wang Ai in the large open space outside the Real Madrid Sports Center the next morning.

Wang Ai, who was sweating all over, was so tired that he was speechless, why don't you take pictures and let me and Yao Xia move?

This is when Lao Ma and Yao Xia procrastinated and procrastinated, and when they couldn't procrastinate and wanted to leave, they suddenly thought of it. They planned to shoot a video of Wang Aichen's training and went back to encourage the young players.

Wang Ai cooperated silently. Anyway, there are not many people in the Chinese football world who are qualified to join his family. They must have worked together, so there are only about 200 people.

But ever since a buddy who asked him to help with the approval was kicked out by him, his reputation of "not doing anything" spread, and the number of people suddenly shrunk.

Now those who can come to his house without fear are only in their thirties.

"It's not that I'm conceited, I also have my troubles." Wang Ai sent the two to the airport, and said with emotion when parting: "Bon voyage."

The old horse patted Wang Ai's shoulder speechlessly, and Yao Xia and Wang Ai hugged: "Although we ordinary people don't have a lot of money and reputation, we are safe and happy. You should be more cautious in your position. You can solve our problems, but none of us can help you, so you should save more for yourself."

Wang Ai nodded movedly, turned around and took a huge gift box: "I just remembered."

Yao Xia: "...if I don't say something nice, you won't be able to remember it, right?"

The old horse took the gift box with a smile: "Hey, what is so heavy?"

Wang Ai pointed to a corner of the airport: "Several bottles of red wine, produced by Real Madrid itself, and there is a courier company store over there."

The two waved goodbye, and Wang Ai stayed in the car and watched the two disappear before returning home.

"There are still more than 20 days before the Champions League final. How many games can you play in the three league games?" Lin Long's voice broke the sadness in the car.

"Two games." Wang Ai said casually, "What's wrong?"

"Everyone is very curious if you can score more than 60 league goals for the fifth consecutive year." Lin Long said with a smile.

"Has it been five years in a row?" Wang Ai came back to his senses.

"Isn't it? You had 88 in Bayern in 1213, 61 in Manchester City in 1314, 78 in Manchester City in 1415, 64 in Real Madrid in 1516, and only 52 in 1617. According to your past habits, you started in the second year It has been added, why are you withdrawing now?"

Wang Ai looked at Lin Long for a long time: "So, I have to prove that my attack power is still there?"

"Your attack power is not dissatisfied."

"Prove that my peak is still there?"

"There is a habit in the media field. When everyone thinks that a person is old, they will subconsciously change their address, such as calling him a formal position, or simply adding the word 'old'. The advertising industry will also subconsciously change his image style, endorsement products The age of the applicable audience will also increase.”

Wang Ai did not speak.

"But the common title for you in China is still Xiao Wanger, and you are also young, so the public subconsciously does not think that you are almost 30 years old, and the public still expects your peak performance. For many people, You have been with them almost throughout their adolescence, and you still have peak performance, which means that their youth is still there, which is an expectation of the public mentality."

Wang Ai looked at the little beauty who was traveling with her, and the little beauty agreed: "Sometimes a star becomes cold out of nowhere, or becomes popular out of nowhere. The anticipation will be hot, otherwise it will be cold.”

After Wang Ai took a deep breath and let it out slowly, he suddenly laughed: "Okay, I'm worried that there won't be any important games in the past 20 days, so I can't just play in the water at home every day, right? Now it's all right, I have the fighting spirit !"

"Don't take it too seriously." The little beauty persuaded in turn: "After all, it is a meaningless game. If you are too persistent in pursuing goals and collecting statistics, people will see that it will be bad for your reputation."

Wang Ai spread his hands: "Then can I get in or not?"

"Go in." The little beauty smiled: "But you have to go in easily, chasing goals with the mentality of letting go of the burden and playing. If your goals can conquer the fans and make them feel beautiful, they will not blame you. The data, instead, will think you are professional, and you are giving them back.”

Wang Ai pointed at the little beauty and said to Lin Long: "How powerful? Ah, my manager, this is my master. She even takes care of how I play. I not only want to kick and score, but also You have to look good, and you have to smile."

"You're going to kill me!" Wang Ai sprayed on the little beauty.

"Do you love tidying up!" The little beauty was not used to it at all.

"Okay, fix it!" Wang Ai sighed.

That night, the little beauty was scolded by Wang Ai, who said she couldn't even beg for mercy, until Huang Xin couldn't see it and came up to fight, and then the unlucky one was replaced by Huang Xin.

"Ask you something, why haven't you figured it out for a month?" Wang Ai asked with his head on his head.

"Ah! Ah? What?" Huang Xin came back to his senses and asked with difficulty.

"Ask if you will have children!" Wang Ai used actions to strengthen his persuasion.

"Ah...I haven't, give birth, if you want." Huang Xin struggled and gave an uncertain answer.

"Sister, you are 38, and if you continue to hesitate for a few years, you will not be able to give birth." Wang Ai was very anxious.

"Then, let's try it." Huang Xin turned his head away.

The little beauty on the side gasped and said sarcastically: "Don't ask her, she has been struggling with it, you can just do it, anyway, she won't object."

Wang Ai tilted his head: "Well said!"

The little beauty suddenly felt that she might be unlucky again.

"You want to give back to the fans?" Zidane looked at Wang Ai suspiciously in the office: "Score a few more beautiful goals?"

"That's right." Wang Ai Lezi said: "Yesterday, someone said in the newspaper that Real Madrid won the championship so many rounds in advance, which hurt the Bernabéu's market, and even hurt the market of other teams in La Liga. I deeply agree. As a member of Real Madrid As a player, I feel that I have an obligation to restore a little bit of the football market, at least so that those who bought the tickets will not feel that it was in vain."

After listening, Zidane frowned, operated on the computer casually, looked at it for a while and said with a smile: "Okay, Sevilla, Celta Vigo, and Malaga are not in danger of being relegated. But you still have to be careful, We need you in the final."

"Okay." Wang Ai got up and shook hands with Zidane: "I will be ready for the final."

Coming out of the base in the evening, Lin Long couldn't wait to ask in the car: "Do you agree?"

"I, a marginal person in the locker room, suddenly jumped out and said that I would work hard to score goals for the team's football market. How could he disagree? Does he still want to do it? Hey, what are you doing?"

Lin Long, who was busy working on his mobile phone with his head down, didn't raise his head: "Reporter, the effect of these three advertisements is different."