Reborn on Top of Football

After dealing with two old friends, when Leoni entered Wang Ai's suite, he found that he was doing bodyweight training, and he was sweating profusely. Leoni didn't say anything, she sat quietly on the sofa and listened to the sound of her long breathing. For some reason, Leoni thought of the waves not far away.

After a while, the oily Wang Ai stood up from the ground, shook the muscles of his upper body, closed his eyes and calmed down his breathing for a while, and simply stroked the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, back muscles, and arms with both hands to confirm that the muscles were relaxed. , opened his eyes, and looked at Leoni while raising his legs on the back of the sofa: "What's wrong?"

Leonie, who was sipping coffee, shook her head silently and smiled, a different kind of style filled Wang Ai's chest.

Wang Ai smiled, changed his legs and pressed for a while, looking at the house where he lived for almost a week: "I have to say, the decoration is really full of South American style, unlike Europe that always has a feeling of showing off .how good do you look? what bright and passionate colors?"

"What about China?" Leoni asked.

Wang Ai tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's either obsolete or superficial. Originally, the aristocratic style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties was our tradition, but after the revolution, there was a Western style, but not as heavy as the Western style. I abandoned it. I don’t know where the characteristics and themes of all these should fall. Forget it, no matter how good it is, there is no better home, it’s just a house, not too big.”

With that said, Wang Ai put down his legs and walked to the dark floor-to-ceiling window to look at the high and low lights outside the window: "It's just that the scenery is better than the one at home, after all, it's higher."

Leoni put down her coffee cup and walked to the window: "Do you want to buy a high-rise?"

"Just for viewing?" Wang Ai hugged one leg and pressed his thigh to his torso with a smile, "It's better not to waste it, our parents don't have one, and the family business still doesn't have a large office headquarters."

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Leoni relaxed her shoulders: "What if I want it?"

Wang Ai had already picked up the other leg at this time, he was startled when he heard the sound, and then smiled: "Then buy it, it's not that you can't afford it."

"No waste?"

"Just treat it as an investment. My salary card is enough. If we think it's too small, we can just buy a floor. We can get terraces, gyms, swimming pools, and movie theaters."

"You change really fast!" Leoni narrowed her eyes: "Then why don't you buy it yourself?"

"As the head of the family." Wang Ai put down his leg and patted his chest: "I want to lead by example, so if it is not wasted on me, it will not be wasted. But as a family member, if I have the ability, of course I will try my best to take care of the comfort of your life, this is a technical issue, and there is no contradiction between the two.”

"Just let me bear the infamy of extravagance and waste, and then you just enjoy it?" Leoni gave Wang Ai a coquettish look, and extended her hand by the way.

Wang Aigao raised his leg and put his calf on the palm of Leoni's mid-air, then tilted his upper body slightly, his calf gradually pointed to the ceiling, and finally posed a one-legged Pole out facing the window. Leoni also lightly kicked Wang Ai's weight-bearing leg, but it didn't move at all.

Five toes, all spread out, like a hand.

Leoni withdrew her hand and looked at the night sky outside the window: "Do you want to keep me tonight?"

"It's time?"

"Just these two days."

"I still want to recharge my mind, and the finals will be over by the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, by the way, the big and small beauties have been in Rio for a week, have you seen them?"

"Before the final, well, the day after tomorrow, let's forget about tomorrow. I feel that the requirements for the long jump are different from those for the 100 meters."

Leoni watched Wang Ai put down one leg and raised the other, and didn't ask specifically what was different. After the Olympic Games were over, there would be time for communication. Enough talking tonight, so he turned and walked towards the door: "I'm going to the next door, call me if you need something."

Wang Ai responded with a "yes", and then heard the sound of closing the door.

On the evening of the second day, I had dinner with the coaches in the warm presidential suite, drank a large glass of milk, and ate some dried fruit after checking the time. At 19:00, the group went out to the stadium.

In today's men's long jump final, the importance of all parties is completely different. Just a casual glance at Wang Ai found that the crowd was much denser than yesterday, especially many Chinese faces.

Jumping and running have been dominated by black athletes for too long, and Wang Ai is almost the only one who has hope to break this situation in the past two decades.

Before going on stage, Leoni took Wang Ai's arm and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget Lao Ding and the others."

This sentence brought Wang Ai's attention back to the night of BJ in June, those angry middle-aged faces.

With heavy breathing, Wang Ai appeared in the sight of thousands of spectators along with the crowd. Leoni suddenly regretted it, hesitated for a moment and took out the phone to type: "Tiger, I may have made a mistake..."

Concentrating on adjustments and warm-ups, Wang Ai ignored the lights and eyes that were constantly flashing in all directions, opened his eyes when the coach reminded him to take the first jump, took a deep breath and walked to the starting line.

The Maracanã stadium was so quiet that Wang Ai's footsteps could be heard in the live broadcast!

He rushed out like a locomotive, opened his arms like an iron bird in front of the big white line, and took off in the air. The simple and intuitive judgment from the height, speed, and angle has not yet slid in the air, and joy flooded the hearts of countless people. .

The coach holding both fists ran to the sandpit at a speed completely out of line with his age to look, look again, look again, raised his fists with ecstasy on his face, 8 meters 66!

In the past five years, no one except Wang Ai has jumped 8 meters 5!

When they walked in front of Wang Ai, the two coaches suppressed their excitement and said calmly: "Very good, let's prepare for the next round."

Instead, Wang Ai frowned and looked at the results displayed by the side of the bunker. He didn't look at the overall ranking of the players on the big scoreboard at all, which made the two coaches puzzled.

After one round, it was Wang Ai's turn again, and the Maracanã Stadium was once again eerily quiet.

This time Wang Ai worked harder, and the final score was 8.60 meters, which was still a cliff-like lead. The two coaches became excited again, while Wang Ai frowned again.

This time Wang Ai didn't do any more movements, but sat cross-legged on the turf, raised his head, closed his eyes and breathed calmly. He felt that his mentality was not quite right. This score is far inferior to the best score in Shenyang, and even the average score.

"Little Wang, there is one more dance, and I will receive the prize immediately after the dance!"

Wang Ai forgot the time in meditation, and it was only when the coach came to take a picture that he realized it. He took a deep breath and stood up. This time, he waved briefly to the stands before starting the race. Then, completely unexpectedly, almost immediately, there was a general, rhythmic applause.

The more relaxed body than the previous two jumps soared in the night sky with the stands as the background board, and finally slid over the 8.7m line!