The strongest winger

Chapter 10 Paying for Chinese Football

"Tennis player?" Ai Luo looked at the slightly youthful, but undeniably beautiful and bubbling Sharapova in front of her, and asked pretending not to be sure.

"Oh?? You know me?" Sharapova asked curiously.

"Well, if I don't have much to do, I like to watch all kinds of sports news. I learned about it on TV, so I've heard of the name of the talented and beautiful girl in Russian tennis." Ai Luo stared into Sharapova's eyes and smiled evilly.

But Ai Luo did not lie. In his previous life, Ai Luo specially collected a lot of information about Sharapova, so he was a "Sharapova fan" for a period of time.

"Huh, what are you looking at, haven't you seen a beautiful woman?" Sharapova was very uncomfortable being stared at by Ai Luo, as if there were thousands of bugs crawling on her body in her heart, she said coquettishly.

"Hey, I've seen a lot of beauties, but I've never seen such a beautiful and powerful female athlete like you." Smiling evilly, she raised her right hand and raised her 'heart ecstasy', "Haha——we have a Chinese proverb—meeting is fate, come——beautiful Miss Sharapova, can you give me a drink??" After finishing speaking, she shook her glass lightly.

Listening to Ai Luo's blatant praise, Sharapova felt slightly blushed, her heart beat faster, and she couldn't help thinking: "Am I really so beautiful?"

He touched his face with his hands, doubting his own beauty for the first time.

"Is it really as good as you said?" Sharapova asked in a low voice with a slightly red face, showing the posture of a little woman.

Xiao Lei in the distance saw all this, couldn't help whistling, and gave Ai Luo a high thumbs up.

Ai Luo looked at Xiao Lei who was winking at him, with a wider smile on his face, then got up and sat next to Sharapova, with a deep smile on his face: "Of course!"

At the same time, he looked at Sharapova's charming red phoenix eyes, and said with a smile: "Look at my honest eyes, don't they contain a trace of impurities?"

Sharapova looked at the young man in front of her who was about the same age as her, and shrugged her shoulders.

Girls are curious by nature, but they are also very honest, and they tell everything they see: "What do I do if all I see is eye gum?" Sharapova covered her mouth and said with a light smile, and eased her embarrassment by the way.

Ai Luo was speechless, rolled his eyes, shrugged and said, "You are definitely dazzled, I bet!"

"Hey... I'm an honest tennis girl, I never lie, really."

Ai Luo didn't take it seriously, picked up the glass in his hand, took a sip, put it down, half-opened his eyelids with both hands, and said gigglingly: "Hey—why don't you look more clearly?"

Maybe it was the alcohol at work, maybe it was Sharapova's curiosity, the distance between the two was shortening bit by bit.

"Okay, no problem," Sharapova said.

Looking at Sharapova, who was once regarded as a "goddess" in her previous life, and her slightly shy and charming face, Ai Luo has the latest meaning of teasing.

At the same time Sharapova stared intently at Ai Luo's eyes, the latter suddenly opened his mouth, eyes and ears, and immediately formed an image in the devil's world, and the environment of the bar was relatively dark, all relying on the illumination of colorful dim lights for everyone's illumination.

So here comes the problem, Sharapova was taken aback by the sudden change.

'poof'

Sharapova spat out the wine she had just drank, and it hit Aiello completely in the face.

At the same time, both of them were dumbfounded.

It was Sharapova who reacted quickly, quickly took out a few tissues on the table, and wiped them on Ai Luo's handsome and immature face indiscriminately.

"Haha—hmm—cough," the blond boy playing the piano couldn't help but smile when he heard it, but looked at Sharapova and Ai Luo with 'killing' eyes, coughed, and consciously continued to play the wonderful piano music.

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"Uh, sorry... I didn't mean to."

Like a little girl who did something wrong, Sharapova lowered her head and whispered.

At this time, Ai Luo also reacted, and took out two tissues to wipe the wine stains on his face, but he did not blame Sharapova, but quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, anyway, I'll wash my face for free, hehe..."

"Uh..." Sharapova folded her arms around her chest, and rolled her eyes at Ai Luo: "It's a virtue!"

"But let's not say it, it's very fragrant."

Sharapova rolled her eyes again, and Ai Luo quickly added: "I'm talking about the tissues, haha..."

"You bitch!" Sharapova, who reacted, glared at Ai Luo, quite imposing.

Immediately, Ai Luo drank for himself, looked at Sharapova and said, "Hey, if you can put this momentum on the field, wouldn't you be the number one in the world?" Ai Luo drank for himself, looking at Sharapova.

"Speechless.!" Qiaolian turned aside.

"You can really get the number one in the world!"

"Are you serious? Can I really be number one in the world?" Sharapova said in a daze.

It can be seen how eager he is to become the number one in the world.

"Of course, if you don't believe me—look at my sincere eyes again! Ha——"

"Bitch..."

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In this way, you come and go, me and you, the two quickly selectively forgot everything that happened before, became acquainted, and began to chat about their respective dreams. While drinking, they talked about the hardships of pursuing their dreams. Tears and snot, and another sip of wine, they all said that women are made of water, and Ai Luo only had a deep understanding at this moment.

the next morning.

When Sharapova saw Ai Luo sleeping in the living room, she suddenly became playful. She kicked Ai Luo's butt, but there was no response at all, and she felt very speechless. This person is too sleepy.

So she exerted more and more force, and shouted loudly: "Damn bitch! You can really sleep, you're such a bastard!!"

But Ai Luo still seemed to be in a sweet dream, so Sharapova couldn't help kicking her feet again. Maybe these two kicks were a little too hard. Ai Luo frowned. In the dream, he felt a little pain in his buttocks. He touched it, then rubbed his eyes, and said in a daze: "Stop messing around, Xiaomeng, I just dreamed about the goddess Maria Sharapova!"

I spoke English all night last night, but I didn't convert it, so I spoke it in English in a daze.

Sharapova is very speechless, how can this Chinese talk nonsense in his sleep?
Could it be that the Chinese people I knew before were all fake and inferior products?

Slightly shaking her head, Sharapova kicked Ai Luo viciously again, and cursed loudly: "Bitch! Wake me up! Let's have breakfast!"

"Damn it! Did I really dream of Maria Sharapova?" Ai Luo touched her sore butt, looked at the angry Sharapova in front of her, and said in surprise... However, this time it was in Chinese, which Sharapova couldn't understand.

Ai Luo pouted, not surprised himself, because he was the one who carried Sharapova back to the hotel last night.

Looking at the very angry Sharapova, she said lightly, "It's okay, it's okay, hehe..."

Sharapova rolled her eyes, she really didn't have a good way to know the Chinese people last night.

Ai Luo didn't care about her, sat up and covered his empty stomach, and said, "By the way, are you hungry? Why don't we have breakfast together later."

"Okay, no problem."

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Ai Luo patted his forehead, forgetting that he should persevere, so he ignored Sharapova, lying directly on the side of the open space and doing two aerobic exercises every day-[-] push-ups and [-] sit-ups.

Sharapova was very strange to Ai Luo, and frowned slightly: "Little Chinese bitch, do you do sit-ups and push-ups every day?"

Ai Luo replied while doing push-ups: "Yes, the most important thing for us football players is the body, otherwise we will lose the ability to fight, and the game will be very passive."

Sharapova nodded half understanding, she didn't know much about football before.

It seems that... in the future, I will take a good look at this sport.

"Oh? Is that so... Are you good at football?"

Ai Luo, who was doing push-ups, paused and said playfully, "Then what do you think of me?"

Sharapova's beautiful face rested on her right elbow, and she said with a smile: "Well, it looks okay, but I don't know if the competition is really good or not."

"...By the way, I remember that Chinese people can't even play football."

As soon as the words fell, Sharapova realized that she seemed to have said something wrong, and quickly changed her words: "Hey, just kidding."

Ai Luo didn't care, but said lightly: "Chinese football will change because of me!"

All of a sudden, Sharapova seemed to be attracted by Ai Luo, and her mind was filled with the phrase 'Chinese football will change because of me! '

She seemed to see herself who had been working hard silently.

Over the years, if I hadn't insisted on doing overloaded exercises every day, I wouldn't have become a world champion at the young age of 17.

There are no shortcuts to success!
"Sure enough, serious men are the most handsome!"

In the end, Sharapova looked at the sweaty Aiello and came up with a famous quote.

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Ai Luo was fully dressed, and took the mobile phone on the bedside table. From the corner of her eye, she saw a stack of note paper at the door of the living room, and found a marker pen in the drawer, wrote her phone number on the note paper, and pressed it with the water glass next to the bed.

"Hey, Maria Sharapova, I'm really lucky to know you, a beautiful tennis girl. I just saw you fell asleep and didn't bother you. I have to rush back to continue training, otherwise the coach will punish me. Maybe I won't let me participate in the weekend game. I have to work hard for Chinese football... By the way... I will pay you back the breakfast I owe you this time, that's it, goodbye!"

More than an hour later, Sharapova saw the note paper pressed by the water glass from the living room, took it away, walked to the sofa, sat down, took her global limited edition LV bag, unzipped it, and opened the phone.

Press the power button on the top of the phone.

After a while, the phone kept ringing "beep beep!!".

Frowning, she opened it and saw that except for a few comforting text messages sent by friends, the rest were all text messages from her father, there were hundreds of them!Still dozens of missed calls! !
With a strict family education, she could guess what her father sent. Press the exit button, enter Ai Luo's mobile phone number on the mobile phone key, save it, and enter in the name: Chinese little bitch
Then he dialed his father's cell phone number.

(End of this chapter)