Football: Starting from the Ronaldinho template

Chapter 206 Qin Ming is busy during the international match day! His ambiguous relationship with Diva has reached its limit! (Daily Life)

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International match day.

Qin Ming is busier than he was in the Bundesliga.

Leia is about to finish her undergraduate studies and will be continuing her studies at Cambridge, moving to another campus.

Qin Ming was called over to help.

Not long after, Maria invited him to dinner again.

I finally had some free time.

Okay, he has a dinner appointment with Delevingne.

At Gordon Ramsay's eponymous restaurant, they had a refined French meal that was pitifully small in portion.

Neither of them was full.

So I went to Simpson and had a classic beef liver and bacon meal.

"You want to watch a movie so late?"

Qin Ming looked up at the gloomy sky, and hated London's weather from the bottom of his heart.

It's so wet and annoying.

"On-demand screening. Today's attendees are all celebrities; my status is too low. Could you go and help me out?"

Devialet grabbed Qin Ming's arm, showing signs of throwing a tantrum if he disagreed.

"You're not a big shot? Earning $900 million a year, you're second in the UK, right?"

After Qin Ming became familiar with Devialet, he felt like he was with a brother.

not bad.

Both of them have a carefree personality and can occasionally say something crazy.

"How about I give you 1000 million to keep you as my sugar daddy?"

"I said with a grin."

"I forgot you're still a rich woman."

Qin Ming then remembered.

Delevingne's maternal grandfather was a media mogul, and her maternal great-grandfather was a baron. Queen magazine was previously owned by her family.

Her father is a real estate developer.

Her mother is the buying director at Selfridge.

"Will it work?" Delevingne asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Fuck it!"

Qin Ming would rather starve than be kept by a sugar daddy.

"Hey, tell me about your ex-girlfriend, Michelle, the one who starred in 'Fast & Furious'. What kind of person was she?"

Qin Ming had only taken a couple of steps when he stopped again to wait for Deva.

"She found a boyfriend, and then we broke up."

Delevingne slung her bag over her shoulder, looking completely nonchalant.

"Awesome!" Qin Ming gave a thumbs up.

"Qin! Think about what I'm telling you. You know, Leonardo DiCaprio used to pursue me, but I didn't even acknowledge him."

Seeing Qin Ming quicken his pace, Deva quickly caught up.

"He contacted you again?"

Qin Ming's impression of Leonardo DiCaprio, apart from those few handsome photos, was that ugly photo of him holding a water gun.

I never knew Leonardo DiCaprio had a crush on Delevingne.

"That was the premiere of 'The Great Gatsby,' and afterwards he clung to me all night and even invited me to a private party!"

"I even wanted to kick him right then and there!"

Delevingne stopped in his tracks as he spoke and kicked a nearby aluminum can.

Whoosh! He kicked at nothing and almost fell over.

"That's not how you play football." Qin Ming knew it was time to show off.

Step on one end of the can with your right foot, lift it into the air, and then bring it to a steady stop with the back of your foot.

Bang!

With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent the can into the trash can three meters away.

"Awesome! Awesome!" Delevingne clapped and cheered.

The two chatted as they walked through the streets of London and soon arrived at the cinema.

Actually, this movie isn't very good.

Qin Ming was not interested in children's literature, but he found that Delevingne on screen seemed to have a different kind of charm.

However, quite a few celebrities did attend the London on-demand screening.

Qin Ming met with British director Joe Wright, actors Hugh Jackman, Rooney Maraga, and others.

Oh, and Nate Hedlund, who has starred in famous films such as Tron: Legacy, On the Road, and Unbroken.

Qin Ming remembered that this guy had also acted in the classic war film "Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk".

"Qin, although I am a loyal West Ham United fan, I also really enjoy watching your games now."

Joe White extended his hand warmly.

Qin Ming was not intimidated. He shook hands with the other party and said with a smile, "Your movies are also very good, especially 'Pride and Prejudice,' which I really like."

"Actually, we have something in common. I like to use beautiful visual elements to bring the audience into the world of visual art, so that the aesthetics of film space can form a complex and dynamic balance between the grand space and the micro visual elements."

"And your performance on the court is like a fine oil painting, giving people a smooth and coherent visual experience."

Joe White spoke very professionally.

Qin Ming didn't really understand, but he knew it was a compliment.

So he and Joe White started showering each other with compliments.

Meanwhile, a melodramatic storyline unfolds on the other side; the entertainment industry is never short of oddballs.

Didn't you say you like women?

Nate Hedland questioned.

"What's it to you?" Delevingne raised a distinctive eyebrow.

"How can it not concern me?"

Nate Hedlund had a few drinks, and his voice gradually became low.

He felt cheated.

"Don't always be self-centered."

DeValey didn't want to argue with the other party.

"Explain yourself. That kid is a soccer player, but he looks like a 17-year-old minor. Does that mean he's very strong?"

Nate Hedlund looked gloomy.

"Qin!"

Delevingne had his leg raised halfway in the air, as if he was about to call out to someone who suddenly turned around.

"What's wrong now?" Qin Ming was having a great time chatting with Joe White.

"Ask him."

Delevingne made a pitiful face.

Qin Ming walked over helplessly, and smelled the alcohol as his nostrils twitched slightly, giving him a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

Since things have come to this point, we can't just abandon them.

"Is there something you need?" Qin Ming shielded Delevingne behind him and calmly looked at Nate Hedlund.

"You like homosexuals?"

Nate Hedlund looked at Qin Ming; his appearance wasn't particularly outstanding, but his influence was indeed significant.

But that's about it, isn't it?

His long-term work in Hollywood led him, like some actors, to look down on Chinese people.

"I love your mom."

Qin Ming was very unhappy with the questioning tone.

"Pfft." Delevingne couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Say that again?!" Nate Hedland, drunk, grabbed Qin Ming by the collar, his face contorted with rage.

"His acting is really good."

Qin Ming sidestepped to block the camera, and then slammed his right fist out from between his ribs.

Bang! The intimate contact between the fist and the abdomen made Nate Hedland grunt, his legs buckling and he almost fell over.

"Relax, take a deep breath, it's normal to feel dizzy."

Qin Ming considerately helped Nate Hedland up and gave DeVille what he thought was a very handsome smile. "Carla, could you please talk to Mr. White and ask him to handle this troublesome matter?"

"Hmph!" Nate Hedland's stomach churned, and he gasped for breath to suppress the urge to vomit.

He also knew that in such a public place, there was a risk of being exposed for fighting with someone.

The impact is very bad.

Moreover, he's now about 70-80% sober and knows how much the global pre-sale box office increased after Qin Ming promoted their movie.

This person is someone you can't afford to offend.

However, he didn't expect that Qin Ming would throw a punch right after just two simple words.

"Okay! Great!"

DeVai's eyes lit up, still reeling from that punch, but he snapped out of it and responded in unison.

"Don't you know how to respect people? Apologize to Mr. Qin!"

Joe White frowned and did not ask about the process.

Because he knew Nate Hedlund.

Of course, the most important factor is Qin Ming's significant influence; what if the media really leaks this information? Leaving aside other matters...

The box office in China is absolutely explosive.

Fry them to pieces.

"No need, no need!" Qin Ming smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, not moving at all.

How dare a second or third-tier Hollywood actor provoke me?

If I were a few months younger, that would be bullying a minor, which is illegal, do you understand?

“I’m sorry.” Nate Hedlund bowed his head.

Qin Ming didn't say it was okay, but looked at Devialet and asked, "Shall we go?"

"go!"

After saying goodbye to Joe White, Delevingne quickly walked to Qin Ming's side, covering her mouth and whispering, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the media?"

"I'm not in the entertainment industry. In the sports world, we only look at results. Even if you smoke, drink, and get a perm, as long as you can score goals, you're a good player."

Qin Ming crossed his arms behind his head and hummed a little tune.

"By the way, are you alright?"

Delevingne looked down at Qin Ming's hand, but couldn't see it clearly in the dim light.

"What could possibly happen to me? I didn't elbow him."

Qin Ming suddenly felt a little nostalgic. Lately, no one had been provoking him, and he had been using his elbows much less frequently in matches.

"It's so late, and my dorm is locked. Can I come to your place?"

DeVayi remained completely unfazed.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming was speechless. How could a woman with an annual income of 900 million US dollars and a rich woman like her possibly live in a dormitory?

So he joked, "My dorm room is locked too."

"Then let's go to my house, it's quite big!"

Diva's words made Qin Ming stumble.

What an amazing statement!
"Are there any other nice things in your room?" Qin Ming asked subconsciously.

"How did you know? My house has a billiards room, a private playground, a ball pit, and so on. I guarantee you won't get tired of playing there all night."

DeVai nodded repeatedly like a quail.

Under the neon lights, Qin Ming looked down at Delevingne, the blue-blooded supermodel.

He stared at her delicate face and bright eyes for a few seconds.

"Let's go! We'll be there soon!"

Delevingne seemed to sense the ambiguity in the air and pulled Qin Ming by the arm as they got into the van.

Qin Ming did not refuse again.

He was pondering a question: Is Delevingne really a lesbian?

I can't tell.

When we arrived in West London's W12 district, we parked the car in front of a villa.

"This is a house I bought myself. It's an old house built in 1941, but I designed the new renovation."

DeVayi was a little nervous as she approached the door.

Her heart pounded, and her inexpressible emotions seemed to become real.

The tall, blue double-leaf entrance door looks very grand against the backdrop of lush greenery and vintage copper chandeliers.

Upon entering, Qin Ming saw James Turrell's work and the open, spacious living room.

"The renovation is indeed very nice."

Qin Ming thought of his own house, which seemed too conventional and lacked any unique features.

"This is my bedroom."

Delevingne entered the room on the right, the one where she felt most comfortable. Although it lacked the opulent decor of the outside, the warm color scheme and furniture provided her with a strong sense of security.

Qin Ming was so focused on the renovation that he didn't notice Deva turned around.

The two of them bumped into each other.

The atmosphere of ambiguity reached its peak at this moment.

It's like it's reached its explosive limit; it only needs a tiny spark to explode.

Delevingne stood on tiptoe, her eyes sparkling.

"This is unbearable!" Qin Ming didn't bother pretending to be a gentleman. He reached through the blonde hair, picked up Devialet, and threw her onto the bed.

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It rained in London late at night.

The London sun rises again this morning.

Qin Ming felt like he had played a 90-minute match against a team of the caliber of Paris Saint-Germain.

My kidneys are especially sore.

He yawned sleepily and turned his head to look at Delevingne beside him.

Chelsea fans have also been thoroughly exhausted.

He's still not awake.

Her loose blonde hair draped over the bed, a testament to the madness of the previous night.

"Why did you wake up so early?" Delevingne grabbed the flailing hand.

"Do professional athletes have a home gym?"

Qin Ming hadn't forgotten that the North London derby was just a few days away.

You can't let your legs go weak.

"Yes, go out and turn left, it's the third room from the back. There's also a swimming pool outside, the water has just been changed."

"I said lazily."

She felt like her whole body was falling apart, and suddenly remembered Nate Hedlund's question.

That's really powerful.

Forty-five minutes later, Qin Ming brought over a plate of egg pancakes and a few pieces of cod fillets. "They're just so-so, don't mind them."

After saying that, he picked up his portion and started eating.

Luckily, Delevingne had some food in his fridge, otherwise he would have had to go out and buy more.

Think of this.

"Weren't we photographed by the media yesterday?" Qin Ming asked casually.

"Hmm! I don't care, so why would you?"

DeVai leaned against the headboard and began to eat heartily.

"Indeed. If they took the picture, so be it. It'll save us from spreading rumors every day that I'm gay."

Qin Ming had seen similar news quite often.

Finally, he asked suspiciously, "By the way, what's going on with you? Are you lusting after me?"

"Yes! Yes! I just want your body!"

After saying that, Diva slurped his saliva.

"It's too dangerous for people like us to go out in the world."

Qin Ming and Delevingne put on a show of acting.

The two played around for a while before lying down again.

"So, what's our relationship now?"

"Lips-to-lips friendship?"

"Not just the lips, right?"

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Feeling refreshed, Qin Ming left West London and returned to North London.

The international match day has just ended.

His teammates sat down at the table, their expressions so serious they looked like police officers, interrogating Arsenal's number 10 across from them.

"Tell me! What did you do last night?!"

"Report! I ran at a steady pace for twenty minutes last night, with 400 x 10 intervals remaining, followed by three sets of strength training!"

What's the story behind this photo?

"What photo? I don't know!"

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They interrogated Qin Ming for a long time, but they couldn't get him to talk.

"Alright, why are you so concerned about Qin's private life? Let's talk about the match in a few days."

Arteta changed the subject.

"After our last loss to Paris, Tottenham posted a tweet congratulating Paris on their victory."

Qin Ming started to provoke hatred.

"We must deliver a painful defeat to them at home!"

Giroud is a qualified straight man.

"Exactly! They can't even play in the Champions League, yet they're mocking us for losing!"

Cazorla throws a punch.

In a few words, everyone reached a consensus: they were going to beat Tottenham badly.

But Wenger was very worried.

With the intrusion of the FIFA virus, Bellerin suffered a groin strain, and Walcott, Chamberlain, Ramsey, Wilshere, Rosicky, and Welbeck are all recovering from injuries.

Being the Arsenal manager is tough.

(End of this chapter)