Sharapova turned around and saw Zhang Guan. At the same time, Zhang Guan also saw Sharapova.
"It's him!"
“It’s a surprise from the Prince of Dubai!”
Both of them could see the horrified look in each other's eyes.
Sharapova had no idea that the new guest Karelin was talking about turned out to be Zhang Guan. She had thought about how they would meet again, and had thought of countless ways to face him, but she had never thought about it. , the moment of meeting came so suddenly! For a moment, she could not recall any of the various coping methods she had simulated in her mind at this moment.
She seemed a little at a loss.
But Zhang Guan was panicked!
When Zhang Guan saw that familiar face, his first reaction was why the "surprise" of the Prince of Dubai was here. He never expected to meet her here. But then he remembered Karelin's word for "surprise."
"Sharapova! Is there any Sharapova in this world? She is actually Sharapova!" Zhang Guan's mind went blank. He finally understood why that night, he was thinking about the blonde girl beside his pillow. It looks familiar, because that's the young Sharapova!
Seventeen-year-old Sharapova still has some baby fat, her face is fatter than she will be later, and young girls don’t know how to put on makeup as they did later, and they look very immature. In Zhang Guan’s impression, Sharapova should look mature and gentle. Sexy look. So that night he did not recognize her as Sharapova.
Later, Zhang Guan always thought that she was a surprise from the Prince of Dubai, and thought that he would never see her again in the future. So when the moment of meeting came, whether it was sudden or not, Zhang Guan was not prepared at all. What's more, Zhang Guan now knows that she is actually Sharapova!
"Why is she Sharapova? Why did Sharapova become a 'surprise'? This is completely impossible. What happened?" Zhang Guanji couldn't figure out what happened that night.
She knew he was Zhang Guan, but he didn't know she was Sharapova. It's interesting!
Neither of them spoke, they just looked at each other, or they didn't know what to say. The atmosphere seemed very strange.
Karelin looked at the two of them. According to the normal process, the two of them should walk closer to each other at this time, and then greet each other under his introduction, shake hands, or give a polite Western-style hug, or just nod. Okay, why do the two people have such surprised expressions? Although both of them are celebrities, they shouldn't have such surprised expressions when they meet for the first time! Do you want to continue the introduction? This sudden atmosphere is really unbearable!
"They must have fallen in love at first sight!" Karelin thought to himself, then he coughed dryly, trying to break the embarrassment, and then said: "This is Zhang Guan, the world's number one flyer! This is Ma Leah Sharapova, the Grand Slam at Wimbledon! I think you all know each other."
Karelin's words indeed eased the situation a lot. Sharapova was the first to react and said: "Hello."
"Hello." Zhang Guan responded immediately.
Then, both of them stopped talking, and there was silence again, and then it became even more awkward.
"What's wrong with these two people! Why don't they say anything? What's the point? Just two 'hello's and that's it? What are you going to say? Isn't it embarrassing to just look at each other with big eyes and small eyes? You guys are big Star, why can’t you even speak?” Karelin had a trickle of sweat on his bald head. He had lived for half a century and had seen many outstanding athletes, but he had never encountered this situation.
Zhang Guan and Sharapova were still silent, neither of them spoke. Perhaps they wanted to say something, such as what happened that night, but the presence of Karelin, the big light bulb, prevented them from speaking at all.
Karelin had no idea what was going on, but he was the owner here and he had to speak, so he said: "Miss Sharapova, we won't disturb you. I'll take Mr. Zhang to the front for a walk. "
…
Next, Zhang Guan had no intention of continuing to visit the rehabilitation center. All he could think about was Sharapova, so even with Karelin's passionate introduction, Zhang Guan was only a polite responder.
Karelin saw that Zhang Guan had become absent-minded, and that he only became like this after meeting Sharapova. He felt that there might be something between Zhang Guan and Sharapova, but the two seemed to be on the same page. A meeting.
The following time seemed to be a torment for Zhang Guan. He wanted to find Sharapova, but he didn't know if it was appropriate. Zhang Guan endured this torment very hard and supported him until he came to the Karelin Sports Rehabilitation Center. The visit ended, and Karelin personally delivered Zhang Guan to the door.
"Thank you very much for visiting my sports rehabilitation center." Karelin handed a business card to Zhang Guan, and then said: "If there is any need, my rehabilitation center will be happy to serve you."
"Thank you. If necessary, I will definitely contact you. Thank you for your warm hospitality." Zhang Guan took the business card, but secretly looked inside. He was still hesitant to go in to find Sharapova. , do you want to talk to her. If I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when we can meet again.
The commercial vehicle Zhang Guan was riding in slowly came from a distance, and Zhang Guan finally made up his mind.
"I can't just leave like this, I want to see her!" Zhang Guangang was about to speak, but found that behind the commercial vehicle, a sports car was overtaking him.
The sports car stopped nearby, the glass lowered, and Zhang Guan saw that it was Sharapova in the driver's seat.
The car didn't leave, and Sharapova still didn't speak, but just looked at Zhang Guan. Zhang Guan somewhat understood Sharapova's intention. He said to the attendants who came with him: "You guys go back first, I There might be something.”
"Wait a minute, you can't act alone..." the escort at the center said, but before he could finish his words, he saw Zhang Guan trotting all the way to Sharapova's car, and then the sports car accelerated quickly. He quickly opened the door.
"Uh, what's going on?" Both the center's escorts and the Maomei tour guides all stayed on the spot.
A thoughtful smile appeared on Karelin's face: "There is indeed a problem between the two of them!"
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The sky gradually darkened, and the bright yellow street lights were turned on.
Moscow has a higher latitude, so in winter, it gets dark earlier, so although it is still very early, it is already approaching dusk.
The sky was still gloomy, but the road was not dark, because the roadside was piled with white snow. With the reflection of the street lights, the surroundings were illuminated as if it were daytime.
Zhang Guan was sitting in the car. He didn't know where Sharapova was taking her, and he didn't dare to ask.
Sharapova, on the other hand, was actually driving aimlessly. She felt that the two of them should talk, but when Zhang Guan got in the car, she didn't know how to speak.
It was cold outside the car, but inside the car was a silence that was even more terrifying than the cold.
"I'm sorry!" Zhang Guan suddenly said, breaking the terrible silence.
"I drank something I shouldn't have that night and I couldn't control myself. I'm sorry." Zhang Guan said, but he didn't have the courage to look at Sharapova's expression. He turned his head to the other side and looked out the window.
Little snowflakes began to fall, although they were not big, they were very clear. The six-sided snow fell on the car window and was quickly melted by the temperature, turning into a special-shaped water stain. However, Zhang Guan felt that the water stain looked like a smiling face, as if it was mocking him!
In fact, snowing in Moscow during this season is quite common.
"I was also drunk that night." Sharapova finally said: "You don't need to apologize to me. You didn't do anything wrong. I think any man would do that. It was not you who caused all this, but I entered the wrong room myself.”
Zhang Guan thought for a moment and immediately understood what happened that night. Both of them were drunk, and then Sharapova entered the wrong room and lay on her bed, but he thought she was a "surprise" for the Prince of Dubai, and then what happened next.
But then Zhang Guan thought again. To be fair, even if there was no so-called "surprise", he would not be able to control a young blonde girl lying in his arms. Zhang Guan knows himself very well. He is not a gentleman who is sitting still, nor is he an old monk who is selfless. He is a very normal man, so it is inevitable that he will do some animal-like things, but he will do nothing. If it is true, it is worse than an animal.
Zhang Guan then explained: "I didn't know it was you that night. I probably didn't know you were you."
Although this is a bit difficult to say, Sharapova can understand it. A blonde girl appeared out of nowhere on the bed. Who would have thought it was Sharapova who won the Wimbledon Grand Slam!
"That day, Phelps told me that the Prince of Dubai was going to give me a surprise, so I took you as a surprise... Oops!" Zhang Guan fiercely grabbed the armrest of the car door because Sharapova braked suddenly.
Zhang Guan immediately realized that he had just said the wrong thing and he should not have mentioned the surprise.
"Surprise?" Sharapova indeed showed a hint of anger. She may have felt insulted.
"I didn't mean that. What I meant was that I didn't recognize you, so I didn't go find you later. If I had recognized you, I would have gone to you and apologized to you. I only found out today that you It's you." Zhang Guan suddenly panicked, and his English proficiency was not that ideal, so his words were a bit incoherent.
Sharapova suddenly laughed, because she suddenly felt that the Chinese in front of her was really cute in some aspects, or rather innocent.
"Okay, I understand, don't explain, this is just a misunderstanding. Since it is a misunderstanding, then don't care so much, let's all forget this misunderstanding together, okay?" Sharapova said.
"But this is your first time. I can take responsibility." After Zhang Guan said this, he suddenly felt so stupid. Westerners probably don't care too much about this. Even Easterners, many people don't. care.
Sharapova laughed again and asked, "What about you?"
"Well, it's my first time too..." Zhang Guan's voice was a little soft.
"Then we're even!" Sharapova let out a long breath, as if she had given up everything.
Zhang Guan secretly looked at Sharapova, and his intuition told him that it was not as simple as Sharapova said.
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