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Martin shook his head, applauded and laughed at the sound: "I decided not to change a word of this interview. I think the fans will love you to death after reading it."

Wang Ai smiled, shook his head and pointed to the Italian sofa where Martin was sitting: "I think, I should love them more. Although I can't really love everyone with my ability, at least my attitude should be so."

Martin also thought about it seriously, and decided to abandon this direction, because if we continue to talk about it, it will come out that "the people are supreme", which has a political flavor.

"Someone said you sounded the alarm for next year's awards season? Is that true? Did you make such an astonishing move before the Golden Globes were awarded this year just to impress the judges?"

Wang Ai smiled after hearing this: "I think there are other awards for the Golden Globe Award. From the perspective of winning, it may be difficult to achieve what you want."

"Oh?" Martin came interested: "On behalf of the readers, I am very interested in this. Please tell us the secret of winning the award by the star who has won the most Golden Globe Awards and World Footballer of the Year."

Wang Ai was amused again: "I mean, although everyone wants to win awards, they should focus on themselves. Because the award cycle is very long, for a whole year, there will be 70 to 80 high-intensity games in the middle , so you can’t focus on external things. Performance on the field is the foundation, and training is the foundation of performance on the field. These are all things that require a high degree of concentration. How can you have the energy to think about other things? You just have to do your best to be yourself. Your performance on the field is public and everyone can see it. If you really performed on the field that is worthy of an award, at least you will be shortlisted, right? All over the world With so many players, it’s already a big deal to be included.”

Martin nodded frequently: "You mean you rarely think about awards in your life?"

"Haha, I actually think a lot. The main reason is that there are a lot of times, because I can always see relevant news in various ways, or be asked by people. But it really takes very little time. I believe that the two of them are also related to each other. I'm the same, otherwise you wouldn't be able to compete with me for ten consecutive years."

"Is this a compliment to them?"

"This is just my speculation. As for praise or criticism, it's up to your readers."

"What about criticism? For example, you don't love life enough?"

"I think, as long as it's not illegal or unethical, we'll stick to it."

"Let's go back to yesterday's game again, how did you feel about Barcelona? I heard a lot of fans, um, say bad things about you?"

"It's completely understandable. If I were a fan, I would also like to use legal means to reduce the opponent's combat effectiveness. So it's okay, there is no real hatred between me and them, and I must reiterate that I have a lot of respect for Barcelona. I like the city of Barcelona, ​​and I also like Messi and Suarez. Although we lack off-court interactions, it does not affect my good opinion of them. Because I know that they have overcome countless difficulties and paid countless hard work today of."

"But few people say how hard Messi's training is. He seems to rely on talent?"

"I haven't gone deep into Messi's life. Maybe you are right, but it is more likely that Messi doesn't want people to know this, he doesn't want to show it. If I remember correctly, he has a small stadium at home. What do you think it's for? For a picnic?"

Before the two o'clock training, the interview, which was enough to hold two pages, officially ended. Martin hurriedly reported to the editor-in-chief of the agency, and Wang Ai also relaxed with Leoni's company. Although they are old friends, Martin will not take the initiative to dig a hole, but if Wang Ai jumps into the hole by himself, it is hard to say what Martin will do.

Leoni comforted Wang Ai: "He can't be so short-sighted."

"We have to guard against it. Who knows if he will suddenly trick me?" Wang Ai shook his head: "Don't think people are so rational, most people are influenced by emotions."

"For example, you? Are you so tired that you don't even want to open your eyes and hands?"

"Uh..." Wang Ai pulled his hand out of Leoni's pants, and looked at it in surprise: "It actually has autonomous consciousness?"

Leonie pursed her lips: "Will it smoke you?"

She moved her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then "slapped" Wang Ai's own face. Leoni was shocked: "Are you serious?"

Wang Ai looked at Leoni and said "hehehe", the lioness suddenly stood on her head, clutched her buttocks, took two steps back, turned around and ran away.

Scared away the lioness, knowing that the sound of closing the door was serious, Wang Ai still didn't move for the time being. He calmed down and recalled the content of the interview just now, speculated about the reactions of all parties after the interview, and then remembered that after the game yesterday His social account hadn't been updated yet, so he began to wonder if it was too late to update, whether it was appropriate, and what to update.

When Wang Ai figured it out, at some point the lioness returned to her side and sat quietly watching him, looking at him madly.

Wang Ai took a deep breath, said "Wait" and walked to the computer in the living room on the third floor, and after a short operation, he sent messages on multiple social accounts with pictures and text: "Unforgettable night at Camp Nou! "

The first picture is the opening photo, the second picture is the dance of demons in the locker room after the game, the third picture is the bird's-eye view of Camp Nou at night, the fourth picture is the well-organized city of Barcelona, ​​and the fifth picture is Wang Ai on the plane playing yesterday The sixth one is the Real Madrid fans who greeted them after getting off the plane, the seventh one is Wang Ai laughing while pointing at a box of gifts, the eighth one is Wang Ai showing his skills to the teenagers in the backyard, and the ninth one is In the living room, Wang Ai and Martin sat opposite each other, talking freely.

"Guess what the first netizen's comment will say?" Leoni lay on Wang Ai's back.

"I can't guess the brain circuit of netizens." Wang Ai refreshed with a smile, and the first comment appeared: "Big show! More!"

Leoni said dissatisfied: "Is this a reporter?"

"Probably, anyway, they stared at me the most, pointing at me to live." Wang Ai let go of the mouse, put his arms around Leoni's waist and turned around: "Let's fight!"

"Afraid of you?" Leoni imitated Xu Qinglian's stubbornness, but she couldn't learn Xu Qinglian's acting skills, and now she couldn't stand still.

Three days later, Dortmund came to visit. As two qualified teams, both sides had already diverted their attention from this game, so it was very easy. Wang Ai still had to play because of his good performance in the previous game. After 60 minutes, the last 2 goals and 1 assist won a full house.