Chapter 153 Team Dinner (3)
After everyone had been making a lot of noise for a while, Wang Li took his wine glass and walked to the balcony. Looking at the night view with shining lights outside the window, he felt calm. Just like Bridget said, he was the one who hated noise the most.
The dazzling lights flickered outside the window and the tall buildings stood majestically, which was so fascinating, but it could not arouse Wang Li's interest at all.
"Maybe, I still can't adapt." He murmured to himself with some emotion. Whenever he was alone, he would always think of the teachings of his master in his previous life, the happy life of practicing on Piaomiao Peak, and the snowflakes that had been floating on Tianshan Mountain for a long time, but all that had become the past.
"But life is pretty good now, isn't it?" Thinking of this, Wang Li smiled self-deprecatingly. He had family, friends, and a girlfriend who loved him. What else could he not be satisfied with?
At this time, Beckham came over with a wine glass in his hand, smiling, and leaned on the balcony railing side by side with Wang Li. "Why did you come out? Don't you like it?"
Wang Li turned his head and glanced at him, then looked up at the deep sky, as if he was still thinking about something. "I'm just a little tired. I'm very happy tonight. Thank you."
Beckham also turned his head to look at the sky. After a while, he slowly said, "Alan, I don't know why, but I always feel that you are a little different from ordinary people. For example, in the locker room, your sitting posture and so on, is this a tradition of your family?"
"It's just a way of practicing martial arts. There's nothing special about it."
"Practice martial arts? Chinese Kung Fu? Like your moves in the last commercial?" Wang Li's words obviously aroused Beckham's interest, and he asked.
"Almost. That's my uncle's specialty, but I haven't learned the essence of it. I only know some superficial moves." Wang Li was referring to Xiao Feng. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was of course the specialty of the leader of the Beggars' Sect.
"Your uncle?" Beckham blinked in confusion. "So, your father is also very powerful?"
Wang Li was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was no longer in his previous life. After thinking for a while, he said, "I learned all my kung fu from my uncle, but he has passed away." This kind of thing was obviously difficult to explain clearly, so he simply made up a reason.
"Oh, sorry!" Beckham immediately changed the subject after hearing this, "Come on, cheers! For your performance today!"
"Cheers!" Wang Li raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
"By the way, Alan, what are you going to do? Well, that's your agent. I saw her looking at you just now. She must have fallen in love with you. I think you'd better choose between her and the little princess as soon as possible."
Wang Li thought for a moment and said, "This is really a difficult decision. I like both of them. What should I do?"
"Haha, but you are still young. But don't learn from Bridget. It's very difficult for that guy to find a good woman in England now." When talking about this, Beckham himself chuckled.
At this moment, Rooney's girlfriend Colleen came over and called the two of them in. Beckham and Wang Li looked at each other, and followed Colleen into the house in confusion.
Everyone was very happy at today's dinner. After eating and drinking, Victoria came up with a clever idea to liven up the atmosphere. She asked every man present to perform a show. As the leader of the wives' group and the wife of national team captain David Beckham, her words were very effective, so most people raised their hands to agree. Of course, Bridget's weak objection was ignored.
You don't have to perform, which means you have to drink a full glass of red wine. This punishment is of course a piece of cake for Wang Li, but it is different for others. Looking at the big glass full of red wine, most people would rather make a fool of themselves than drink it in one gulp, because that would make them look even more embarrassed.
So, Campbell, the most popular player in the team, just picked up the microphone and sang a love song with his wife without any background music. Although the singing was a little off-tune and caused a lot of laughter, it still passed and played a good leading role.
Next it was the turn of Gary Neville, Butt and other "rough guys" to take the field. They didn't know how to perform anything but just sang a song imitating Campbell. It must be said that these players were more shameless than each other. Under the influence of alcohol, they sang so fast that they scared people away without realizing it. They stopped only at the strong request of others, which caused a lot of laughter.
Everyone performed one after another, but generally the effects were not very good. However, the dance performed by Bridget still aroused a lot of admiration, and he was worthy of being a professional playboy.
Wang Li watched his teammates' performances while smiling and thinking about what he should do. Of course, for him, the punishment for drinking was almost the same as nothing, but doing so would make him a little out of touch with the masses. He would have to slowly integrate into his daily life. The feeling of loneliness was the most annoying.
Finally, after everyone finished their performances, it was Wang Li's turn. After they made a fool of themselves, they would not forget others. However, they all looked forward to this handsome black-haired boy making a big fool of himself. You know, he scored two goals today and stole the show. Moreover, these people also knew that this boy rarely touched other things except training, and rarely listened to music. What kind of show could he perform? Making a fool of himself was almost inevitable.
Several teammates who usually had a good relationship with Wang Li laughed at his misfortune without any scruples, but Beckham shook his head. He knew that Wang Li knew Chinese Kung Fu, and as long as he could throw a few times, he would be able to overshadow the performance of everyone here. But he was still looking forward to it. Chinese Kung Fu was full of mystery to these ordinary people, and he had never seen a live performance by a real person.
Rita was also blinking her big eyes, staring at Wang Li's figure, "What will he perform?" In fact, although she liked Wang Li, she didn't really have much contact with this big boy, and of course she didn't know much about him. She was eager to know more.
"Magic?" Bridget shouted after hearing this: "You are going to perform magic, my God, Alan, you are not kidding!"
Wang Li nodded, indicating that this was what he meant, "You cooperate with me, hold a piece of white paper and stand farther away, and then I will penetrate it from a few meters away!" This was too easy for him. The unique skill of the Dali Duan family was the One Finger Zen. Although his skill was not enough to launch such a powerful attack, he could still penetrate a piece of white paper.
Although, this was nothing in his opinion, it was shocking to others. Fortunately, there was still the concept of magic in this world, and they could understand this as "cheating".
After listening to Wang Li's explanation, everyone in the room was curious. You know, it was just a piece of paper, which was definitely difficult. For these big stars, magic is still mysterious.
"Okay then, I'll stand here." Bridget took a newspaper and said while standing more than two meters away from Wang Li.
In front of everyone, Wang Li gently raised his right hand, extended his index finger and flicked his wrist, then sat back on the sofa with a smile. Just as everyone was puzzled, Bridget shouted, "It's broken! There's a hole in the newspaper! Oh my God, this is amazing!"
Everyone turned around and saw that there was indeed a small hole as thick as a finger on the newspaper, and they were immediately surprised. Bridget, Rooney and others gathered around Wang Li, curious about the secret of this magic trick, especially Bridget, who thought that if he could learn this magic trick, he would be more adept at picking up girls in the future. A handsome man surrounded by a mysterious aura would obviously arouse the curiosity of more women.
Of course, Wang Li is such a man now. Fortunately, the women here all have boyfriends, otherwise, he might fall into a **trouble.
"Alan, tell us what's going on?" Rooney urged anxiously.
"Maybe it was exposed in advance and we didn't notice it?"
"Alan, I didn't know you had this skill!"
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"Magic is meaningless if you talk about it. When you understand it yourself, you will be able to learn it." Wang Li was forced into a corner and had to evade the question, but this sentence seemed to be somewhat profound and reasonable, which directly fooled the others.
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After coming out of the villa, Wang Li and Rita walked on the street again. It was already past 12 o'clock in the evening.
"Rita, do you want me to take you back? You look a little dizzy." Perhaps because of drinking, Rita's face looked a little red and her steps were a little unsteady. Wang Li asked worriedly.
"Then take me back. I feel a little dizzy." Rita said with her hand covering her forehead and frowning.
After hearing this, Wang Li chuckled and immediately hailed a taxi, "Hurry and get in." He hurriedly helped Rita into the car, feeling the softness of the woman's skin beside him, his heart ached, and he was reluctant to let go even while sitting in the car.
Rita seemed to be really drunk. After she entered the carriage, she fell asleep directly on Wang Li. Feeling the majestic breasts and delicate skin of the woman next to him, although he told himself not to take advantage of her, Wang Li's hands still touched her everywhere uncontrollably, making Rita in his arms seem to be in a dream, her face became more rosy, and she even let out a slight moan.
Looking at the charming appearance of the woman sleeping in his arms, Wang Li was even more looking forward to what would happen after arriving at the hotel. Master Bridget once said that if a woman agrees to let you take her home, it means she is interested in you, so don't miss the opportunity!
However, things are unpredictable. After all, Wang Li is not Bridge, and it is uncertain whether his theory can be universally used...
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