Reborn on Top of Football

After the craze of visiting the sports games in the middle of the month, Wang Ai disappeared from the media. He never left the Liaoning Football Base every day and had no contact with the outside world except for the fixed one-hour college office meeting.

With the help of Anna, Kangsi collected and sorted out the discussions about him from the outside world, and waited to talk to him when she was free. Both foreign girls clearly felt that after the trip to elementary school, Wang Ai's willpower and concentration had returned to their peak, and her training level had improved by leaps and bounds.

The days of concentration passed quickly. As the autumn wind got stronger day by day, the coat of the willows gradually dried up, and the clattering leaves seemed to be waving goodbye to summer. When Wang Ai walked out of the base gate with his luggage and was about to board the bus, he looked back and happened to see the first fallen leaves this autumn.

Dispelling the urge to ask about Real Madrid's new season situation, Wang Ai quietly closed his eyes in the car and rested. Taoxian Airport was very close, and the textile worker number had already been completed. Wang Ai boarded the plane silently, ignoring several reporters along the way. Capture.

Everyone on the plane lowered their voices, and Wang Ai was in retreat alone in the bedroom. Needless to say, everyone knows that he has entered a pre-game information isolation state.

Wang Ai appeared in the news media's lens again. It was already the afternoon of the 25th at the Doha Airport. The Chinese track and field team sent someone to pick him up, and the embassy also sent someone to greet him. Wang Ai did not show off his prestige as the vice chairman of the Athletics Association and a non-staff cadre in foreign affairs. He refused the reception invitation and just said that he had prepared a place to stay and was ready to prepare for the war and let his actions speak for himself.

Arriving at the hotel where the Chinese team stayed by car, Wang Ai briefly met with the leadership of the delegation, collected various documents and reports, and left.

The next day, Wang Ai ran and danced a few times in the small training ground chartered by the Chinese team before disappearing from people's sight again. He only had a few brief chats with familiar athletes along the way.

On the evening of the 27th, Wang Ai drove to the Khalifa International Stadium, the only magnificent building in Pingkuang City. After the first stage of recovery and adjustment and the second stage of concentration and shielding, Wang Ai's physical fitness, energy, and concentration have reached their peak.

At this moment, even Leonie, as bold as she was, did not dare to disturb him. After arriving in Doha, Wang Ai slept by himself every day. News about Real Madrid, the Football Association and even his family were all blocked from his information space.

Wang Ai wore his coat all the way through the customs. Even when the enthusiastic Arabs greeted him, he only nodded slightly in response. Most of the time, under the protection of the Chinese track and field team and Wang Ai's security, he was almost isolated from the staff.

Up to this moment, the track and field association and the track and field team had still provided Wang Ai with treatment that could match his contribution to track and field, and he was sent to the lounge like a star.

No one bothered him to close his eyes and meditate, and no one knew what he was thinking while sitting in the corner. Many were in awe of him as he took the world of football management by storm this past summer.

At 9:25 pm, Luo Shengcai walked into the lounge gently: "Doctor, it's time."

Wang Ai opened his eyes, stood up and left.

Luo Shengcai, who was wearing the uniform of a Chinese team member, accompanied him all the way. When Wang Ai's figure appeared from the player tunnel in the sight of millions of people, the huge stadium was shocked. Ma Fanshu, who was directing the camera, excitedly broadcast live on the side: "Yesterday the local newspaper reported that Wang Ai's arrival was the most watched event at this World Championships, and his participation was the most watched event. Now he has finally appeared. Although he only participated in the long jump qualifying and 100-meter qualifying and preliminaries today, I believe that with his strength he will still create amazing results. Let us look forward to the performance of our best athletes in China!"

The coach was busy beside Wang Ai, while Wang Ai squatted down not far from the sandpit to tidy up his shoes. Since there is only 5 minutes between the long jump qualifying round and the 100-meter qualifying round, the organizing committee specially arranged for him to jump first: if the first jump does not meet the standard, he can continue to jump after running the 100-meter qualifying round.

The coach dutifully gave his last instructions in Wang Ai's ears. Wang Ai looked unmoved, and people didn't know if he listened.

When 9:30 arrived, the noisy stadium suddenly became quiet. Wang Ai, who was standing at the end of the runway, seemed not to notice. His expression was focused, stable, and full, and he started without any sense of ceremony.

His speed is not fast, and his steps are not very big. He straightens his chest and opens his legs to the white line. He simply raises his chest and jumps without showing any effort. Even walking is useless. It's just simple. Single squatting pose.

Wang Ai's overly calm performance suppressed the restlessness in people's hearts, and people seemed to find that his gliding in the air became more elegant and beautiful.

Wang Ai's feet landed firmly in the sandpit, without even his **** touching the ground. He just stood up and walked out of the sandpit neatly with a long stride.

When the dense staff dispersed from the sand pit, cameras from various countries found the opportunity to carefully "watch" the footprints left by Wang Ai: the scale of the sand pit next to it had already passed 86 meters, 87 meters, 88 meters, and reached 89 meters!

After a moment of confusion, the organizing committee showed a laser line on TV. Wang Ai's first jump result in the long jump qualifying competition was: 890 meters!

The second best result in history!

"Wang Ai finally couldn't help but take action against the long jump record?" Ma Fanshu shouted to the camera and expressed the aspirations of track and field fans around the world.

It's just that she didn't have the chance to interview Wang Ai. Her assistant was rejected by the excited coaches before she even got to talk to Wang Ai.

After putting on running shoes, Wang Ai came to the runway and waited expressionlessly. To make it easier for him to do both, he was also in the first round.

After the gunshot, during the few seconds when people were holding their breath, Wang Aiqingjian's footsteps were naturally the first to cross the finish line. The electronic score screen flashed a data of 9 seconds and 60 on the sidelines!

"How was it? Was it worth watching today?" Ma Fanshu waved his fist at the camera.

Leading the way is not enough to describe Wang Ai's exaggerated advantage, but he still didn't say anything and left the field to rest after the coach nodded to indicate that everything was fine.

After more than an hour of long waiting, Wang Ai finally appeared again. In this afternoon in Doha, countless people's eyes followed his steps to the starting line again, set foot on the track again, and crossed the finish line again: 9 seconds 55!

Amid the enthusiastic cheers from the audience, Ma Fanshu shouted to the camera: "The second best result in history. He once again broke the record of the previous track and field legend Usain Bolt. Now the only thing standing in front of him is his own footsteps."

Commentators from many countries are shouting: "We have witnessed miracles, greatness and glory!"