Early the next morning, Wang Xiaodong opened his eyes and breathed in a feeling of relief that he had never felt before.
Yesterday I scored 4 goals and was asked by my girlfriend 4 times.
At this moment, the little witch was curled up, lying on Wang Xiaodong's chest, breathing evenly.
Looking at my girlfriend's peaceful face and beating eyelashes, I don't know what sweet dream she is having at this moment.
"Good morning, my dear." Perhaps because of telepathy, the little witch who was stared at for a while opened her eyes and said lazily.
"Good morning, my dear, you haven't forgotten what you have planned for today, right? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
The little witch rubbed her eyes, looked up at the clock on the bedside, and immediately begged: "My dear, it's only 7 o'clock in the morning, and we only slept for three hours..."
"Three hours... should be enough to refresh your mind." Wang Xiaodong clicked his lips, seeming to have some unfinished thoughts.
"Dear, you can't..." The little witch immediately stopped being frightened, but still put on a well-behaved look.
Then, Wang Xiaodong positioned his girlfriend on his body, and the continuous voice from last night sounded in his ears again: "Aiming value +1, aiming value +1, aiming value +1, aiming value +1..."
...
The news that Wang Xiaodong helped Tottenham win the Triple Crown immediately spread throughout England. Everyone knows that Tottenham won an unprecedented Triple Crown this season.
But the Queen Mother didn't care what honor her son received. At this moment, she was holding the little witch's hand with admiration on her face.
"What a handsome girl..."
The little witch blushed and said in proficient Chinese: "Thank you, Auntie..."
"What else are you calling aunt?" Looking at the strawberries on the little witch's neck, Tian Jing's smile became even bigger. "Call me mom. Mom will prepare something delicious for you tonight."
Looking at Tian Jing with a kind face in front of her, and then glancing at her boyfriend standing aside, the little witch lowered her head and called out sweetly: "Mom..."
"Hey!! My good girl!"
This call of "Mom" really touched Tian Jing's heart. Tian Jing, who had always wanted a daughter, held the little witch in her arms, took out a green ring from her pocket and said, "This is Wang Xiaodong's grandma." Leave it to me..."
Wang Xiaodong looked at the jade ring in his mother's hand and curled his lips. He also had a lot of such things at home...
"Xiaodong, come here with me."
When the little witch and Tian Jing expressed their feelings to each other, the king's father called Wang Xiaodong to the second floor.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Wang Xiaodong casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Xiaodong, I heard that you are going back to China to play in the Asian Cup?" Wang Fu said straight to the point.
"Uh... I have this plan." Wang Xiaodong scratched his head.
Public opinion at home and abroad has reached the forefront, and he has also made a name for himself at Tottenham. I am a Chinese with upright roots, so I should go back for both emotional and logical reasons.
Hearing Wang Xiaodong's nod, Wang's father did not show any anger this time like the last time he received a phone call from Foot Shoes.
"Xiaodong, have you thought about it?"
"What's there to think about?" Wang Xiaodong chuckled, "Dad, even if you don't do business and make little money, you still have to retain your nationality for the whole family. Don't I understand what you mean?"
"Okay, my boy has grown up and will be able to think independently." Wang's father sighed and put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and extinguished it.
"Xiaodong, now that we have decided, we must play well and play hard. We cannot let others poke our spines and say we are just going back to show off. Do you understand?"
"If we play well abroad, we will definitely not play poorly at home."
"Dad has no other requirements for you, as long as you live up to your own conscience."
Looking at his serious father, Wang Xiaodong took a deep breath and nodded: "Dad, don't worry."
"I can make so many Tottenham fans happy, and I can make so many domestic fans happy! Your son, I am neither a sheepdog nor a banana!"
"Okay, it's good if you have this ambition, it's good if you have this ambition!" Wang Fu looked pleased, stroking his hands and smiling.
...
Soon, the news of Wang Xiaodong's return to China spread like wildfire.
Before the plane landed, fans screamed from both sides of the VIP channel outside the airport.
"Wang Xiaodong, Wang Xiaodong, Wang Xiaodong!!!"
The staff responsible for maintaining public security struggled against the excited crowd while smacking their lips and chatting: "The last time the national football team came back together, there was not such a big fight. Now, just a young player who has just joined the team comes back, and so many people welcome him? "
"Don't you understand? Wang Xiaodong is an international star! He is on the same level as Ronaldo!"
"Ronaldo? I know, I had a bad throat two days ago, but it was cured by taking the throat medicine he recommended! Don't tell me, foreigners also know that our throat medicine is effective!"
"Come on, don't you know yet? That Ronaldo already knows about this and is preparing to file a lawsuit! The manufacturer defrauded him of his image rights. According to him, he didn't know about the endorsement at all."
"Ah? Is this true? Tsk, tsk, tsk, our domestic businessmen are better!"
This pick-up was even more popular than when flying star Liu Xiang returned to China a few days ago.
As soon as the fans saw Wang Xiaodong wearing sunglasses and carrying a simple backpack, they could no longer control their inner excitement. One by one, they stepped forward and cried: "Xiaodong, Xiaodong, you are back, woo woo woo." Woohoo~~~”
"Xiaodong, you have to work hard, this Asian Cup is up to you!"
"Xiaodong, you are our idol, you are our pride, we all support you!"
"Xiaodong, I love you, I love you ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
With a loud roar, a female fan dwarfed, slipped out from under the security guard's arm, rushed towards Wang Xiaodong like crazy, hugged his neck and started to chew him.
The surrounding bodyguards were shocked and quickly stepped forward to pull the female fan off Wang Xiaodong.
"Wang Xiaodong, I love you, I love you! I am XXX from XX University. I am waiting for your call. I am waiting for you!!!"
Wang Xiaodong touched the saliva on his neck and shook his head.
Domestic fans are so crazy!
Maybe it was because I was suppressed, or maybe the national football team was too weak during this period.
When the fans saw Wang Xiaodong as if they were a relative, they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
The on-site reporter randomly interviewed a fan. He was wearing a white T-shirt, a men's bag slung over his shoulder, and a pair of thick glasses on his round face. He looked like just an ordinary office worker, the kind of person who would be thrown into the crowd. The kind that can’t be found immediately in a sea of people.
"...a god-like man..."
"I was very excited when I saw him (Wang Xiaodong)." At this point, the fan lowered his head and his voice suddenly choked up.
"I couldn't stop crying..."
"I can't stop crying!" The fan finally couldn't help but put his hand into the frame and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"Wuwu, I, I just looked at him, and I just kept crying, wuwu..."
"I said before that he wouldn't come back, he wouldn't come back..."
"He's back this time, he's really back, I...wuwuwu..."
"Chinese football can be saved, we can win!"
"We can win...wuwuwuwu"
