"What game?"
"It's when one person uses body language to convey what he wants to say to the second person. The second person then uses body language to convey the meaning he understands to the third person, and so on … Then let the last person use body language to say what he understands and see how far it differs from the first person's meaning. Often the difference is as great as the distance from England to China. The first person says, 'Hey, do you think I'm wearing nice clothes today?' "
As Twain spoke, he stood up and mimicked. He pointed to his clothes and then spun in a circle, as if showing off his new clothes to his friends.
"Then the second person nodded, turned around, and said to the third person, 'Do you think there's anything dirty on me?'"
Twain spun in a circle, turning his head left and right, and strenuously looking behind him.
Seeing this, Gloria had already begun to laugh.
"The third person indicated that he understood. He nodded, turned around, and said to the fourth person, 'I'm a little dizzy. I'm spinning in a circle.'"
Gloria threw her head back and laughed out loud.
"The fourth person said to the fifth person, 'I like to use hula hoops to train!'" Twain stuck out his stomach and twisted.
"The fifth person said to the sixth person, 'Don't do strenuous exercise when you're pregnant!'" This time, Twain drew an arc in front of his stomach with both hands, then raised them up and waved.
This time, Gloria leaned on the table, laughing so hard that her shoulders could not stop shaking.
"Then we asked the sixth person, 'Do you know what he just said to you?' The sixth person nodded confidently and said, 'I'm very fat. Don't despise me!'"
Gloria laughed so hard that she leaned back in her chair again. Her laughter was very loud and not at all ladylike.
Twain sat down and looked at her with a smile, waiting for her to finish laughing.
After a long time, Gloria said intermittently, "Tang … Mr. Twain, you … are really … Haha! Haha … Fortunately, fortunately, I wasn't eating just now … "
Twain winked at her.
Finally, Gloria stopped laughing and pressed her stomach against the back of the chair to pant. "Mr. Twain … You're very good at making people happy."
Twain scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
Looking at his child-like actions, the corners of Gloria's mouth curled up. "Do you know, Mr. Twain? When I decided to conduct an exclusive interview with you and your team, as the host and producer of the program, I specifically studied your information, including your coaching experience and the media reports on you over the years … I couldn't come to a conclusion. For most people, I can tell what kind of person they are just from a few impressions. His or her image can be built up in my mind. But I found that you are different … Hmm, how should I put it? When I first came into contact with those things, I felt that you were such a person. That image had already been established in my heart. But as I went deeper, I discovered a new image that was completely different from the previous one. They were completely opposite, contradictory … But they were all the same person. I couldn't understand it. In the end, all the image that I had built up before was gone. I don't even know what kind of image you should have. "
Twain pretended to be profound and said, "Your question is very profound, Miss Gloria. About 'who am I', this is the ultimate philosophical question … Actually, I don't know who I am, where I come from, and where I'm going … "
Gloria laughed again. "Annoying!"
Twain laughed along.
In fact, he did not know how to respond to Gloria's words. If he said it was serious, the atmosphere would be heavy. If he did not take it seriously, it seemed impolite. He simply brushed it off with a joking attitude.
In addition, Twain really never thought about "who am I, where I come from, and where I'm going" and such questions that he had nothing better to do. He did not think about "what kind of person I am." So what if he figured it out? So what if he could not figure it out? I am who I am. If I figure it out, can I make my life better? Can I increase my bank account?
Gloria tilted her head and looked at Twain. She narrowed her eyes and carefully studied the man in front of her. She had been filming and interviewing at the Nottingham Forest Club for three days. Not only did she observe this man, but she also interviewed many people in the club, including the old man guarding the door. Everyone would say it was incredible when they mentioned this man. When he took over, no one thought the team would have such a brilliant day. Some people even thought there must be an unknown secret behind Twain.
In short, this was a man who made you want to get close to him. But when you got close to him, you would find it even harder to see him clearly.
What kind of person is he …
An Englishman who fanatically loves China's culture, a man whose temperament has changed drastically because of a concussion, a young and promising man who looks much younger than his actual age. But these are just one side of him. He is like a man with a thousand faces. You do not know if what is presented in front of you is the real and complete person, or just one side.
The man with a thousand faces — Tony Twain?
This is a good question.
Twain realized that Gloria suddenly stopped talking and stared at him. She stared at him until he felt goosebumps, so he asked, "What are you thinking about, Miss Gloria?"
Gloria regained her composure and refocused her gaze on Twain's face. She suddenly asked, "Mr. Twain, do you have a girlfriend?"
The question caught Twain by surprise. He froze for a moment and then asked, "You've read so much about me, but there's nothing about this?"
Gloria shook her head gently. "You've been very successful in protecting your private life. The British media don't know much about your life outside of football, much less me."
"It would be abnormal if a football manager's private life became the focus of unbridled speculation in the newspapers, right? The manager is not a football star, and he's not handsome. There won't be any companies signing an endorsement contract. There's no hype value … "
"That's why I thought of asking. Mr. Twain, do you have a girlfriend?" Gloria repeated the question.
Twain's intention to stray from the topic was seen through. He hesitated for a moment, and two names flashed through his mind. Clearly, they were not. He shook his head. "Not yet."
Gloria was surprised. "It's incredible. How can such an outstanding man like you not have a girlfriend?"
"At present … for me, perhaps football is a good girlfriend?" Twain used a questioning tone because he was not quite sure himself.
"Are you asking me, Mr. Twain?" Gloria keenly sensed it and blinked at Twain.
"Uh … No, it's just that … I'm a person with high requirements. I haven't met anyone who meets them yet …" Twain casually made up a story.
"So what are your specific requirements, Mr. Twain?" Gloria propped her chin up with both hands and looked at Twain opposite her.
"Requirements …" Twain suddenly came to a realization. He decided to turn from guest to host. "Are you planning to apply for the job, Miss Gloria?" Twain asked with a smile.
"I'm just interested in a fascinating man's criteria for choosing a spouse." Gloria dissolved Twain's counterattack with a grin. Twain laughed.
The two laughed, and no one brought up the topic again.
※ ※ ※ Bang! Bang!
After the meal, Twain insisted on sending Gloria back to the hotel where they were staying. Who said that a lady should go back by herself? Twain did not care.
When he sent Gloria to the hotel, the two said goodbye at the gate.
"I have one more question, Miss Gloria," Twain said.
"Please speak, Mr. Twain." Gloria stood at the hotel gate, dressed in a white dress, like a lily quietly blooming in the night wind. Twain asked.
"You said you didn't come to a conclusion about what kind of person I am. What about now?" Twain asked.
"Now …" Gloria deliberately dragged out her words. Her eyes were erratic, whetting Twain's appetite. Finally, her gaze fell back on Twain. "Still nothing."
"Ah … that's a pity." Twain sighed exaggeratedly.
"Are there any more questions, Mr. Twain?" Gloria asked.
"I think … there are none," Twain replied.
"Then, goodbye, Mr. Twain." Gloria gently waved her hand, and the lily swayed in the wind. Twain smiled.
"Goodbye, Miss Gloria …" A finger was placed on Twain's lips. The body movement brought a woman's delicate fragrance, which entered Twain's nostrils along with the breath.
Twain was a little taken aback. Gloria smiled at him and said, "Call me Chris."
"Goodbye … Chris," Twain said softly.
Satisfied, Gloria withdrew her hand and turned to walk into the hotel lobby.
Twain raised his hand to touch his lips and then turned to walk back to the taxi. Landy was waiting for him.
"Who is that woman, Tony? Is she your girlfriend? "
Sitting in the car, Twain turned his head to look out the window at the brightly lit entrance of the hotel and shook his head. "No, no. Let's go home, Landy. "
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