Zidane entered the room, Wang Ai stretched out a hand and put it heavily on Xiaomei's shoulder, and swayed back. Xiaomei patted Wang Ai's arm and let him shake it lightly: "Heaved a sigh of relief? What about the interview?"

Wang Ai went to the door of his room with a hey hey, took out the magnetic card to open the door, then waved with Qian Ziqiang, the transparent person who was always accompanying him, and entered the inner room with Xiaomei in his arms, went straight into the bathroom and flushed the water, just as the water splashed The voice continued to chat: "He is afraid of me, and I am also afraid of him. We both understand the importance of sincere cooperation, but we all understand that we are people with great personalities. Once we don't handle it well, even if we have huge common interests, Common ideals may also alienate and even hate each other, which is obviously against our interests."

"So, he is very polite, and you are also very polite?" Xiaomei was making the bed in the bedroom.

"Yeah, we need to be cautious about it, but I feel okay. He is actually very special when he plays football. For example, he likes to eat Brazilian barbecue, and he almost ignores the nutritionist's advice. He eats a few times a week. Come back." Wang Ai walked out of the bathroom, sitting on the opposite side of the bed with wet hair: "People like us have a lot of rebellious scales, and we are very irritable when we are touched, and we also know our own problems. After seeing another one of us Of course, we will approach very carefully, and we know what the consequences of not being careful are."

"How is the effect?" Xiaomei took the hair dryer and helped Wang Ai to dry her hair, and Wang Ai spread out her bathrobe to enjoy Xiaomei's tenderness.

"It should be very good. We entered into each other's comfort zone politely and did not cause discomfort to each other." Wang Ai closed his eyes lazily: "Probably we all cherish our work in Real Madrid and each other's existence. .In their era, the Internet was underdeveloped, especially the application was underdeveloped, so they stayed at the superstar level. Now our generation, that is, the three of us are of course stronger than them in absolute strength, but we still benefit more from the times, after all The stars of each era are better than the previous era, and we are just the latest generation. As the front row of different eras, it is not difficult to understand each other. We have things that the outside world does not understand, such as we all It's the same annoyance, too many games, too much business, we're all going to be annoyed at some point, but we can't get away from it."

"The troubles of happiness." Xiaomei turned off the hair dryer, took advantage of Wang Ai's body, and then said in distaste: "It's too hard...ah, no..."

In the middle of the night, Xiaomei beat him weakly in Wang Ai's arms, said "you are not afraid of exhaustion" and fell asleep drowsily. Instead, Wang Ai suffered from insomnia for a while, recalling the large-capacity communication with Zidane today, which made him not very energetic when he woke up the next morning. Considering that the hotel itself lacked a training place, he ran to the swimming pool After drifting up and down with the waves for more than half an hour, I finally recovered.

After breakfast, he flew back to Madrid, and was greeted with sharp criticism in the newspapers. Zidane is fine. Not long after he took office, his grades are not bad. Being scolded is a routine, and the players are often criticized. The usual accusations of laziness and weakness can be seen everywhere. But Wang Ai kept seeing his car parked in front of his house, and he didn’t see any heavyweight accusations. Interestingly, there was one accusation about himself: “We are very surprised why Mr. Wang likes to stay on the bench. If It’s understandable that the weird Benitez treats him like this, but why does Zidane do the same? Does the Chinese have some quirks that the coach can’t tolerate in private? For example, he never participates in morning training?”

"Or, Wang likes it like this? Anyway, he still gets his salary? But he only needs to pay two-thirds or even half of the workload of others?"

Wang Ai couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and casually stuffed the newspaper to Zhao Dan beside him: "Look at it, I think I'm a salary thief."

Zhao Dan had a rare moment of humor: "According to your income, the adjective thief is a bit inappropriate."

Wang Ai laughed wildly. The laughter shocked Huang Xin at home. After listening to it, she laughed for a while and secretly looked at Xiaomei. Xiaomei shrugged and said with her mouth: "He is so boring, find him fun."

The two women were crazily connoting Wang Ai, and Wang Ai suddenly turned to look at them: "What do you think, how about reposting this news to the Chinese online community?"

"Are you crazy? You reposted the report scolding yourself? Do you think your reputation is too good?" Xiaomei rejected it with one sentence.

Huang Xin also criticized: "Don't think about it suddenly, go back to the house to rest, and the family has sent some documents on the establishment of the Asia-Europe Light Company for you to see."

Wang Ai was driven away by Huang Xin, but he was not convinced: "I think this kind of report is very good. Everyone knows it is nonsense. It can also enrich the domestic fans' intuitive perception of my situation."

"It's normal to report good news but not bad news." Xiaomei retorted without thinking.

"But what era is it now? In the Internet age, the wall can only block some honest people, and it will be opened sooner or later. And do you think that domestic fans really can't see the harsh comments made by foreign newspapers on me? There are many in some professional communities. Yes. But, but... Many of these long-legged people hate the KMT and me by the way, and they will use such a little information advantage to target me, so the honest fans will be confused."

Xiaomei took Wang Ai's arm and said strangely: "You mean to give them richer and more comprehensive reports, which not only send information to honest fans to enrich their three-dimensional understanding of you, but also break some people's bad news about you. Information cocoon?"

"It can also impact my aesthetic fatigue." Wang Ai looked at Xiaomei, and then at Huang Xin who turned back in front of him: "Since I was interviewed several times, the domestic media has become more careful about my reports, even a little No bad words are allowed. I can understand the timidity of grassroots propagandists, but this is actually not good for me. It is more and more shaped in the direction of heroes and models. Although it is taller, it is also narrower. I am afraid it will last for a long time. It would be considered inappropriate for me to joke. As a pop star, it’s better not to go to the altar, what do you think?”

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"If you retweet it yourself, can you still appear frank?" Huang Xin thought about it: "Does it mean to break the aura of idols and shorten the distance with fans?"

Wang Ai put his arms around Huang Xin's shoulders and shook his head: "I feel that the shackles around me are getting tighter and tighter, and I'm getting more and more unhappy. I can understand why some celebrities look for excitement. It is an extreme release after being suppressed everywhere, unable to do this or that.”

"You don't know how to play extreme sports, do you?" Xiaomei smiled, but there was undisguised fear in her eyes.