The next day, Xu Xiaoxin had a rare lazy sleep. He slept until twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and Cork was surprised to wake up so late.

"Xu, why are you up so late today? That's not your style. ”

"Hmm, really?" Xu Xiaoxin put the toothbrush in his mouth and replied indistinctly.

"Okay, Xu, you see the weather is so good, why don't we go out for a walk? I'll tell you, we're celebrities anyway, and there will definitely be beautiful girls who favor me when we go out to play. Cork shook his head slightly, but unfortunately he didn't have much hair and couldn't make a flowing movement.

Xu Xiaoxin rolled his eyes and ignored it.

"Hey, Xu, what's your expression?" Cork felt terrible, could he be wrong? Ignoring yourself, it's damnable. "Xu, then I'll go out, goodbye."

Xu Xiaoxin replied vaguely, raised his head, but found that Cork had disappeared.

After a brief lunch, Xu Xiaoxin turned on the computer and clicked on a disk space that was about to be filled, which stored some videos that Nikkor had found.

There is the beast-waisted Makelele, there is the skinny Mascherano, and there is the elegant Pirlo...... There are no less than 20 videos of midfielders.

For the huge number of videos, Xu Xiaoxin was not frustrated, but a little eager to try. These are the most successful videos of the most successful waist players of the last decade that Nikkor has found.

With the continuous development of modern football, the positions of the midfielder and the forward midfielder have gradually begun to become one, based on defense, active attack, organization and scheduling, etc. And when to choose what way to defend and attack, it is also a reflection of a player's natural ability.

And such a video can undoubtedly benefit Xu Xiaoxin a lot.

He would stop every time he saw a while, and then use pen and paper to record his feelings, how others were running, how they chose the right time to pass the ball, and how they decided to insert long-range shots in the back row, etc.

And after reading this, and comparing it with himself, Xu Xiaoxin was extremely frustrated to find that he couldn't compare with others at all.

Every player will have their own style of play, except for the goal in the last game that he consciously scored, the rest is pure luck. Will you have such luck in the future? Xu Xiaoxin felt a little hanging.

Of course, such frustration didn't affect him for long. Soon, Xu Xiaoxin discovered that in addition to some clever shots and passes, most of the time football has a certain regularity. Others may not be able to see it, but as a quasi-Frankenstein in mathematical research, Xu Xiaoxin put the things in his head up to the top, and suddenly felt that many things could be explained.

This is great news.

"Boom!"

Just then, there was a loud closing of the door downstairs.

Xu Xiaoxin was taken aback, and his thoughts were ruthlessly disrupted. Xu Xiaoxin gently closed the computer, rubbed his eyes and hands that were a little sour, and sorted out the messy manuscript on the table before standing up.

As soon as I walked out of the study, I ran into Cork.

"Jorge, didn't you go out to find a beautiful woman? Why did you go home so early? Xu Xiaoxin asked puzzled.

"Early? Xu, you're not confused, are you? It's six o'clock in the afternoon, and you actually told me that it was early. You see the time for yourself. Cork handed the watch to Xu Xiaoxin with a little indignation.

Sure enough, it was already past six o'clock, and I was so engrossed that I didn't notice it.

"I'm sorry, Jorge, I forgot the time." Xu Xiaoxin said apologetically.

"Xu, in order to show your apologies, you have to make delicious Chinese food tonight." Cork suddenly smiled.

"......" Xu Xiaoxin only felt that there were countless crows flying in the sky, and sure enough, the world of foodies was different from ordinary people.

"Xu, you don't know how depressed I was when I went out today, I finally ran into a large group of female fans, and people also knew me, but they took out your photo for me to autograph. You say, "Shouldn't you comfort and comfort my little heart?" ”

"......" Xu Xiaoxin was really speechless this time, "Jorge, don't talk about that, if you still want to have dinner, just shut up and go buy ingredients with me." ”

This dinner was not eaten until ten o'clock in the evening.

"Xu, every time I eat Chinese food, I realize that I am the happiest person in the world." Cork touched his round belly, he was so happy to eat this meal.

Xu Xiaoxin glanced at him with disdain and said, "When you lose weight, you will find that you are the most tragic person in the world."

Cork was stunned for a moment, and then looked at his body, it seemed that he was a little fat, no, if he continued like this, he could really become fat. So he said righteously: "Xu, please don't use such food to tempt me in the future, otherwise when the coach asks, I will say that you fattened me."

"Poof!" Xu Xiaoxin was choked, what does it mean to be seduced by me, and what does it mean to be fattened by me? Hey, Comrade Cork, you're not a pig.

"Look, Xu, you have acquiesced to yourself, so say, young man, eat less Chinese food in the future. Alas, young people nowadays are so undisciplined. Alas! Cork said as he slipped into his room.

Xu Xiaoxin was a little confused, what is this? If you don't want to wash the dishes, just say it.

At six o'clock the next morning, when Xu Xiaoxin got up on time, Wang Tao was already busy in the kitchen. For such a life as a nanny and a translator, Wang Tao enjoys it very much.

No one knows that he is now a well-known person on the domestic Internet. His ** fans have exceeded one million, because he can always get some information that other reporters can't get, and many business endorsements and the like have found him, and now even if he doesn't do anything, he has an income of hundreds of thousands a year.

"Morning, Brother Wang."

"Morning, Xiao Xu, go and exercise, the meal will be ready in a while."