After dealing with two old friends, Leonie entered Wang Ai's suite to find him doing bodyweight training and sweating.Leonie didn't say anything, she sat quietly on the sofa and listened to the sound of long breathing, somehow, it reminded Leonie of the waves not far away.After a while, Wang Ai, who was shiny all over his body, 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, and after confirming that the muscles were relaxed, he 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 and smiled silently, and a different style filled Wang Ai's chest.Wang Ai smiled, changed her legs and pressed for a while, looking at the house where she had lived for almost a week: "I have to say that the decoration is really rich in South American style, unlike Europe where there is always a feeling of showing off."
How good do you look?
What a bright and passionate color?
”"What about China?"
Leonie asked.Wang Ai tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's either stale or shallow, originally the aristocratic model of the Ming and Qing dynasties was our tradition, but the revolution was abolished, so there was a Western-style, but there was no Western-style heaviness."
And those who have abandoned all this do not know where the characteristics and themes should be.Forget it, no matter how good it is, there is no good home, it's just a house, it's not big. ”As he spoke, 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 that the scenery is better than at home, after all, it's high." ”Leonie put down her coffee cup and walked to the window: "Do you want to buy a high-rise?"
”"Just for the view?"
Wang Ai said with a smile while holding up one leg and pressing his thigh to his torso: "Don't waste it, we don't have my parents, and my family company still doesn't have a headquarters in a big office building." ”Leonie looked out the window at the scenery and relaxed her shoulders: "What if I want?"
”Wang Ai had already picked up the other leg at this time, and was stunned when he heard it, and then smiled: "Then buy it, it's not that you can't afford it." ”"Not wasted?""
It's just an investment, my salary card is enough, it's too small, let's just buy a floor, any terrace, gym, swimming pool, cinema.""
You're a quick changer!"
Leonie squinted: "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 you can put it on me, you won't waste it."
But you, as a member of the family, will of course try to take care of the comfort of your life if I have the ability, this is a technical issue, and the two are not contradictory. ”"Just let me bear the infamy of extravagance and waste, and then you wilt and enjoy it?"
Leonie glanced at Wang Ai with a charming look, and stretched out her hand by the way.Wang Ai raised his leg and put his calf on Leonie's palm in mid-air, then tilted his upper body slightly, his calf gradually pointed to the ceiling, and finally came out with a single leg facing the window.Leonie also lightly kicked Wang Ai's weight-bearing leg, but she didn't move.Five toes, all spread out, like a hand.Leonie withdrew her hand and looked at the night sky outside the window: "Will you keep me tonight?"
”"It's time?""
Just these two days.""
I still want to recuperate, and the finals will be over 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, forget it tomorrow, I feel that the long jump is not quite the same as the 100-meter one."
Leonie watched Wang Ai put down one leg and raised the other, without asking specifically what was different, and when the Olympics were over, there would be time to communicate.Enough talk tonight, so he turned and walked to the door: "I'm going next door, something called me." ”Wang Ai replied "yes" and heard the sound of the door closing.In the evening of the next day, after having dinner with the coaches in the welcoming presidential suite, drinking a large glass of milk, checking the time and eating some dried fruits, the group went out to the stadium at 19 o'clock.In today's men's long jump final, the degree of attention paid by all parties is completely different, and Wang Ai casually took a look and found a crowd far denser than yesterday, especially many Chinese faces.Jumping and running, dominated by black athletes for too long, Wang Ai is almost the only one in nearly two decades who has any hope of breaking the situation.Before appearing, Leonie took Wang Ai's arm and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget Lao Ding and them." ”This sentence drew Wang Ai's attention back to the night of June BJ, the faces of those hot-blooded middle-aged people who were angry and rushed to the crown.With heavy breathing, Wang Ai appeared in the sight of thousands of spectators with the crowd.Leonie suddenly regretted it, hesitated for a moment and took out the phone to type: "Tiger, I may have made a mistake......"
Engrossed in the adjustment, preoccupied with the warm-up, Wang Ai ignored the flashing lights and eyes in all directions, opened his eyes when the coach prompted him to make the first jump, took a deep breath and walked to the starting line.The Maracanã Stadium is so quiet that you can hear Wang Ai's footsteps during the live broadcast!
The locomotive rushed out, took off like an iron bird in front of the big white line, and the glide in the air was less than a third, and the simple and intuitive judgment from the height, speed, and angle surged into the hearts of countless people.The coach with his fists clenched ran to the bunker at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age to probe, look again, look again, raise his fists with a face full of ecstasy, 8.66 meters!
In the past five years, no one except Wang Ai has jumped 8.5 meters!
When they walked in front of Wang Ai, the two coaches were forced to be excited, and pretended to be calm: "Very good, let's prepare for the next round." ”Wang Ai instead frowned and looked at the results displayed by the bunker, and didn't look at the total ranking of the players on the big scoreboard, which made the two coaches wonder.After one round, it was Wang Ai's turn again, and the Maracanã Stadium was once again quiet and scary.This time Wang Ai worked harder, and the final score was 8.60 meters, which was still a cliff-like lead, and the two coaches were excited again, while Wang Ai frowned again.This time, Wang Ai didn't make any more movements, but sat cross-legged on the turf, tilted his head up, closed his eyes and breathed calmly, he felt that his mentality was not quite right.This result is far inferior to the best result in Shenyang, and even the average result is not as good."
Little Wang'er, there is one more jump, and you will receive the award as soon as you finish the jump!"
Wang Ai forgot the time in meditation, but the coach came to pat it before he came to his senses, took a deep breath and stood up, this time he simply waved his hand to the stands before starting.Then, completely unexpectedly, almost immediately, there was a whole, rhythmic applause.The body, which was more relaxed than the first two jumps, soared into the night sky with the grandstand as the backdrop, and finally slid past the line of 8.7 meters!
Reborn at the top of football