The strongest winger

Chapter 9 Maria Sharapova
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Walking out of Chinatown, Ai Luo shook his head, which was a little dizzy from drinking, opened the cap of the mineral water bottle, rinsed his mouth, spit it out, and then took another sip, feeling better, and walked on the streets of this city shaking.

As the largest orange production place in Europe, you can see a piece of orange everywhere on the streets of Valencia. It is really a veritable orange city. The vegetation in the suburban streets is almost all orange trees.

Walking on the street, feeling the cool night breeze blowing from the Mediterranean Sea, I found a stone bench on the side of the street where I could sit and rest, lying down, looking at the sky, the sky full of stars, all of which seemed to foretell another good weather tomorrow.

Of course, Ai Luo didn't think so far. He was just looking at the sky quietly, not because of anything, but because he was homesick. He came to Valencia alone for more than two months, but he hasn't called home yet.

Turning your head, looking at a pair of young couples on the side of the road, cuddling each other, or a father holding his son's hand, or a family of three generations walking in the opposite square...

"Hey, I don't want to. In this beautiful night, I don't know if there is a sexy and beautiful Spanish girl waiting for me somewhere. Hey," Ai Luo still has a very strong self-adjustment ability, sat up, and continued to walk on the road ahead.

Because it was a bit late, the bus back home was gone, and those who wanted to take a taxi back directly looked at the two untouched [-]-yuan euro banknotes in their wallets, feeling a little distressed for the hard-earned "hard money", and prepared to carry on the style of Grandet and walk back!
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After winning her first WTA Tour title at the Japan Open and her second WTA title in Quebec last year, Maria Sharapova feels she has had bad luck this fall.

Aside from the third round at the Australian Open, Sharapova also stopped at the quarter-finals at the French Open a few days ago, so Sharapova was in a very bad mood. After losing 0-2 to Venus Williams at the French Open, she sent a text message to her father, who is also her agent, and turned off her phone.

After getting off the plane, I booked a hotel at random, and came out to relax after washing up.

Out of the hotel, walk along the main road without turning. Sharapova is still a 17-year-old girl. Her mood comes and goes quickly, and she is more playful. She was soon fascinated by this orange city. The different customs and strong Spanish guys make her heart tremble... In this strange country, sometimes a lonely heart needs to be comforted. Sharapova thought about it, and she is already 17 years old. Relax, relax... After thinking about it, he whispered, "What am I thinking, dizzy..."

It wasn't until he reached a bar called "Elsue-odeun-bar" that he stopped, thought for a while, pushed open the door that only reached his waist, and under the leadership of the waiter at the door, came to a seat near the side of the piano and sat down.

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At an intersection, Ai Luo was stopped by a police officer in police uniform, but he was very polite, "Sorry, sir, something happened ahead, so I can only trouble you to take a detour."

"But, that's my way home, Mr. Police..." Ai Luo said, pointing to the road ahead.

"I'm really sorry, but you still have to take a detour..." Mr. Policeman was very polite, but his tone was extremely firm, "Our colleagues are still dealing with it!"

"What? What's the big deal??"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" The policeman glanced at Ai Luo, "Please detour!!"

Since this road is impassable, we can only take a detour. Remember that you can go back to the apartment on the right, but the distance is a little longer. I remember that there is a very special bar in front of the post station called "Elsue-odeun-bar" in Chinese.

This type of bar operation is more suitable for active but unaccompanied guests, so that guests can appreciate the bartender mixing drinks when they are bored...and the bartender can also chat with them when he is free, and even play simple games with the guests to relieve the guests.

Coincidentally, a piano piece with a familiar and elegant melody came out from the Elsue-odeun-bar, which seemed to have a magical power, which attracted Ai Luo and walked in.

Ai Luo pushed open the door, greeted the waiter at the door very familiarly, walked to the bar in the middle of the bar, and wanted to say hello to Xiao Lei, a Chinese student who was a junior at the University of Valencia and worked part-time here, but saw that he was busy bartending, and teased the blonde beauty he was bartending, so he found an empty seat and sat down, ordered a glass of juice and an orange plate.

With his palms on his chin, his elbows resting on the bar, his eyes were looking at the blond boy playing the piano. Using the words of later generations, he could exude elegance with his fingertips. He listened carefully to his favorite piano song "The Mark of the Rain" in his 'previous life'

This song was written by Lee Runmin, the best musician in Korea who is good at depicting love. When writing this song, it was on a night full of stars, and there was a sudden rain, which inspired Li Runmin to write the song "The Mark of Rain".

Just as Ai Luo was savoring the song carefully, and his soul quickly rose to a certain level, Xiao Lei slapped Ai Luo's shoulder with a "slap" and said jokingly, "What? Is the big star here again to hunt for sex?" Looking at the bar again, he asked curiously, "Hey, didn't your two teammates come together today?"

Just as Ai Luo was about to get angry, seeing Xiao Lei coming, he lowered his head and took a sip of the juice, peeled a piece of orange, and after eating it, he said slowly, "Tomorrow we will play against the Sevilla youth team. They are born with deficiencies and are afraid of the old man, so they will go back first..."

Xiao Lei seemed to be used to Ai Luo's contemptuous but joking way of speaking, and smiled, "There is a blonde beauty sitting over there, why don't you take care of it yourself?" Pointing to the table next to the boy playing the piano.

"Xiao—"

Hearing someone calling him, Xiao Lei turned his head and answered, got down on his knees, and whispered in Ai Luo's ear, "Hey, I've been observing for a long time" and then looked sideways at the clock on the wall, "I've been drinking alone there for more than an hour." After speaking, he winked at Ai Luo before returning to his post to make drinks.

"Give me two glasses of your secret 'Enjoyment'" Ai Luo walked over to Xiao Lei's side, ordered two glasses of wine meaningfully, and then the two smiled knowingly.

Soon, Xiao Lei adjusted the wine... Ai Luo took two glasses of still bubbling wine and walked towards the blonde beauty.

"Beautiful lady, I wonder if I have the honor to invite you to drink a glass of wine?" Ai Luo asked softly with an expression that she thought was very elegant and handsome.

"Huh? What did you say??" The blond beauty frowned, as if she was very unhappy to be disturbed, but out of good self-cultivation, she still looked up and replied vaguely in English.

"Hey, beautiful lady, I wonder if I have the honor to buy you a glass of wine?" Ai Luo repeated what he said just now in English.

The blond beauty curled her lips, "Can I have something new?"

Ai Luo laughed dryly, shrugged his shoulders, with a very helpless expression, "Seeing such a beautiful lady like you, I really can't find any other words to strike up a conversation with"

"Hit up?" The blond beauty frowned, "Hmph, aren't you orientals very reserved?"

"There is a very popular idiom in China called 'Beauty is goodbye'" Ai Luo put two glasses of wine on the table, then moved to sit on the seat opposite the blonde beauty, and said with his hands on his chin
"If you see beauty, then leave?"

"It means that when you see a beautiful woman who makes your heart beat, if you don't take it seriously and go after it boldly, then she will soon belong to someone else..." After explaining, Ai Luo picked up the glass of 'Excitement', touched the wine glass of the blonde beauty, took a sip of the wine, and glanced secretly from the corner of her eyes. She has a tall nose bridge, fair skin, and slightly curly blond hair, but it always feels a little familiar.

"Haha, are all you Orientals so humorous?" The blond beauty searched her memory, and said, "Are you Japanese? Korean? Or Chinese??" Because she had the most contact with the first two people, and the last one just came to mind.

Ai Luo curled his lips. After crossing, he still disliked Japan and South Korea. He said unhappily, "I am---Chinese---" After finishing speaking, he found that he seemed to have forgotten to introduce himself, so he quickly extended his right hand, "Hello, my name is Ai Luo, Chinese, and I play in Valencia now!" The youth team was selectively forgotten by Ai Luo!

Blonde beauty is also cheerful: "Hi, my name is Maria Sharapova, Russian"

Ai Luo was taken aback, and a lot of information soon popped up in his mind:
In 2004, at the age of 17, Sharapova won her first Grand Slam title at Wimbledon.

On August 2005, 8, he reached the top of the world for the first time.

In 2006, won his second Grand Slam at the US Open.

In 2008, won his third Grand Slam at the Australian Open.

In 2012, won the French Open championship for the first time and the fourth Grand Slam.

There is also the most important thing about Ai Luo: she was selected as the most beautiful female athlete by the American "Sports Illustrated" in 2006!
I rely on!No wonder it looks so familiar! ——
(End of this chapter)