"The Fifa's Best Male Athlete Award, also known as the Golden Ball Award, is the highest award in the hearts of all athletes who run on the green field.
In 2015, the Argentina star Messi won the Golden Ball again. This was his fifth time winning the award.
……”
Su Qingjia typed these words on his laptop, leaned back, and stretched.
The news of Barcelona superstar Messi winning five Golden Balls had already exploded around the world. Barcelona, especially Messi's fans, were crazily scrolling through Messi's data. Su Qingjia's WeChat Moments, Weibo, and oh, right, the rarely used INS. It was all about this news.
Well, as a fake fan, Su Qingjia was still happy in her heart. However, this joy was far from enough to make up for the pain of being called out from her bed by the editor and working hard to write articles overnight.
The chief editor's intention had been conveyed very clearly by her editor. She wanted to praise this Five Winner from all angles and give a good summary of his life.
Su Qingjia thought about it and clicked on the string of unread messages on her WeChat Moments. Yes, the content was there.
As a freelance writer, Su Qingjia spent most of his time leisurely. Of course, tonight was an exception.
She was good at combining knowledge from various fields and writing them into an article. It might be a travel journal, a love column, or an essay. Sometimes, she would also recommend food reviews. However, she would also write a few biographies according to the market demand.
In Su Qingjia's own words, she knew a little about everything, but in fact, she knew nothing. She wrote a little about each field because she only knew a little, but because she knew it just right...
Nowadays, everyone liked to pretend to be cool. This kind of knowledge greatly satisfied the vanity of the people. It was also very good to show off to others.
Hence, after writing a few articles, it became popular. Later, an editor came to him and signed a contract to start a column.
Su Qingjia was born into a diplomat family, and his parents lived abroad all year round. When she was young, she often traveled to foreign countries, and this experience also shaped her knowledge.
However, it was also because of his childhood experiences that Su Qingjia preferred to live a leisurely life. After graduating from Cambridge, Su Qingjia did not continue to develop abroad. Instead, he returned to Hangzhou to live.
At midnight, Su Qingjia typed the draft and sent it to the editor. She hit the last enter key very loudly, as if she was venting her anger.
She took off her glasses, stood up, and did three backbends and forward bends before walking to the bathroom.
Su Qingjia washed his face with hot water and looked at the woman in the mirror.
Her facial features were naturally exquisite and beautiful. Anyone would praise her as a beauty.
Although she was Asian, she was a quarter Spanish, so her nose was tall and beautiful. From the root of the mountain to the tip of her nose, the curve was perfect. Her well-proportioned oval face revealed a classic elegance. Her lips were bright red, and with her naturally snow-white skin, she looked like a seductress.
Su Qingjia was most satisfied with his eyes. His eye sockets were not as deep as those of Europeans, but his eyelashes were clearly thick and curly. His pupils were clear amber, and because of his short-sightedness, they looked like they were covered in a layer of mist.
She patted her full body of colloid. Hmm, she really didn't look like a 26-year-old woman.
She took a pink kawaii hairband and tied her long black hair up. Then, she tore off a facial mask and put it on.
Women still needed to take care of themselves. Which of those 40-year-old celebrities who still pretended to be young didn't get injections in private?
Lying on the bed, Su Qingjia thought for a while. She used her phone to book a ticket to Beijing and another ticket to Barcelona. Well, she wrote a column that made her miss the Gold Coast and the famous Barcelona.
After receiving the bank balance notification, Su Qingjia played with his phone for a while more and took off his mask. Soon, Su Qingjia fell asleep.
Hangzhou, nine o'clock. The sun shone through the lilac curtains, and the dust in the air floated like gold powder.
It was strange that she, who didn't dream much, dreamed of Barcelona last night. Su Qingjia patted her head. That was before she was ten years old.
After washing up, he did the 12 poses on the yoga mat a few times as usual. He went into the kitchen to make a glass of milk and mixed it with toast.
Blueberry jam couldn't be better (^Omega ^)(^Omega ^)
After breakfast, Su Qingjia checked her computer. There was an article in her email. Unfortunately, she had been rejected. The editor had stated that she needed to edit it. It was not profound enough. It was the same, and there was nothing new. She had to submit the article by two o'clock this afternoon. She had to edit it!!!
Su Qingjia pursed his lips and blew, lifting the long hair on his forehead.
He thought to himself, Wasn't this what you requested? What summary of Messi's achievements? Who would buy magazines? Just look at your Moments.
Well, there was nowhere to go now.
"My Gold Coast, my Bini, is gone. Spanish men, you haven't even seen her yet, and you've already lost a great beauty.”
Su Qingjia clicked on the APP with her finger to confirm the refund.
She felt depressed and wanted to bite her nails. When she reached her mouth, she realized that the manicure from the day before yesterday had not been washed off.
"My heart is really stifled o()o"
He mumbled to himself, but he still put on his glasses and started writing.
This time, Su Qingjia wrote down some of the training methods of the major clubs and corrected the wrong physical training methods that everyone usually used.
He sent the draft to the editor through WeChat.
While waiting, Su Qingjia had already finished eating a red apple to vent his anger.
There was a new message on WeChat.
" Editor: That's about it. You can play up Messi's legendary goals again. Everyone loves to watch that."
"Su Qingjia: "
Didn't they say that they had to be creative? They couldn't be the same!
After completely altering it, Su Qingjia made braised ribs, braised prawn balls, and scooped up the soybean pork trotter soup he made last night to reward himself.
After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Su Qingjia climbed into bed and began to take an afternoon nap. Although the ticket had been canceled, she hoped to continue having the unfinished dream from last night.
"Barcelona, see you in your dreams."
*
He seemed to have slept for a long time.
Su Qingjia thought. Because she felt dizzy from sleeping for a long time.
"I've slept for too long. My head hurts.”Rubbing her temples, she felt a little uneasy. Something didn't seem right.
"Bella, my dear baby, it's time to get up.”
Ming Ling opened the door and walked in." Oh, what's wrong, baby? Why are you sitting on the bed in a daze? There's your favorite cake today. Quickly put on your clothes."
Ming Ling found a blue dress for her in the closet. There was a thin white belt at the waist, and the hem of the dress was decorated with white flowers.
Su Qingjia blinked and looked at the dress, feeling a little confused.
This dress was indeed very beautiful, but it was not her size.
That was children's clothing, children's clothing, children's clothing! She was already thirty years old! What was her mother thinking?
Wait, my dear mother…why is she so young?
Could it be that he had injected too much uric acid? But he had never heard of how an old lady in her fifties and almost sixties could become a young woman?
Ming Ling was a mixed-blood from China and Spain. Her facial features were deep and beautiful, and her figure was slim. However, she also had the elegant temperament of playing the piano for many years.
Su Qingjia felt a little dizzy." Beautiful lady, may I ask your age?”
Ming Ling covered her mouth and giggled, making Su Qingjia even more dizzy.
"Thank you, Bella, for your compliment. A woman's age is a secret, but I don't mind telling you that Mom is 32 years old. Baby is already eight years old.”She patted the edge of the bed." Baby, get up and put on your clothes. Mommy will go out first." I'll wait for you downstairs."
As Su Qingjia continued to faint, Ming Ling kissed her on the forehead, closed the door, and went downstairs.
Hearing his mother's footsteps fade away, Su Qingjia lifted the blanket and got out of bed. She ran to the bathroom.
Then, she took three minutes to accept this fact.
She was eight years old this year and lived with her parents in Barcelona, Spain. This was not a dream, because…she was only half a head taller than the sink.
"Oh my god, wasn't it just a dream? I'm really back in Barcelona. Which god heard my call? This is too ridiculous."
Su Qingjia brought over a small stool and climbed onto it to wash up.
Finally, she kissed herself in the mirror.
Wakaka, it's too cute. I can't help it.
It turned out that she had grown up in Xiaomei. Did she still want others to live?
Su Qingjia held her little face, feeling extremely happy.
But when her gaze shifted to the dress on the bed, Su Qingjia finally woke up from her beauty. Had her life started anew?
Her house, car, and money were all gone?
And her new manicure and soup in the kitchen?
And her iPhone 6 plus?
All gone?
It was terrifying just thinking about starting all over again.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。