Chapter 94: Phone porridge

On the bus from the stadium to the airport, Chen Yingxiong received a call from Sharapova.

"Hello, hero, I'm Sharapova." Sharapova introduced herself. She originally planned to talk to Chen Yingxiong about how to deal with reporters, but Chen Yingxiong's first words made her angry...

"Hey, why are you?" It sounded a little surprised and cold, as if she didn't want her to call.

She hung up the phone in anger.

She found that she seemed to be incompatible with this Chen Yingxiong. When she faced him, she would always lose her calmness easily. If she were on the tennis court, she would have died many times...

This damn bastard! You will die if you have a better attitude!

Originally, Sharapova thought the other party would say something like "Ah, hello" when he picked it up, but she didn't expect that she would be so cold that she was so cold that she was like pouring a basin of cold water on her head. It made herself seem very unpopular.

If I hadn't found someone to discuss, I wouldn't have called you!

Chen Yingxiong looked at the phone call that he suddenly hung up, and was a little puzzled. When he saw a strange number in, he picked it up and found that it was Sharapova, so of course he was surprised. Isn’t it normal to ask this?

But he never thought that a girl’s thoughtful and thought that a normal reaction might be another meaning in others’ minds?

"It was your rumored girlfriend who called me, hero!" Denisov, who was sitting next to him, cheered.

"Go to die!" Chen Yingxiong raised his middle finger at him and did not answer the question directly. Because Denisov was half right - it was indeed Sharapova called it, but it was not a rumored girlfriend.

At this moment, the phone in my hand rang again. When I saw that it was still the strange number.

He answered: "Hey, I said you are crazy?"

Sharapova was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, and her hands trembled and almost hung up the phone again.

Fortunately, after experiencing the first time, she was somewhat mentally prepared and still stabilized.

"Chen Yingxiong! I called to discuss a very serious issue with you! Can you be a little better? Why do you always do this? Is it like this when you talk to others casually?" Sharapova tried hard to suppress her inner anger and said to Chen Yingxiong as politely as possible.

"You just called me and then hung up after introducing me." Chen Yingxiong also felt inexplicable. "Did you call me specifically to hang up someone's phone? Is it fun?"

Chen Yingxiong is also skillful in talking.

"You..." Sharapova thought it was her fault. The phone was too natural, too fast, too lightning to cover up the bell...

"Okay, tell me if you have something." Chen Yingxiong on the other end of the phone seemed to be careless again, which made Sharapova tangled here, and seemed to be petty...

"Are you playing?" Sharapova did not say directly, but asked a question first.

Chen Yingxiong suddenly felt that Sharapova must have a problem with her mind: "If you are still playing, how can I answer your phone number, sister..."

"Ah, ah! Oh!" Sharapova's face turned red, and she felt embarrassed. "I mean do you have time now?"

“I was on my way from the court to the airport, what’s the matter?”

"Have you met a reporter?" Sharapova asked.

Chen Yingxiong was silent for a moment.

"You met it too?" Sharapova's voice came again.

"Yes." Chen Yingxiong replied.

At this time, he noticed that people beside him, behind him and in front of him were pricking up their ears and eavesdropping on the phone calls from him. He grinned at the group of teammates with strong gossip, then turned to face the car window, and covered his mouth with his hands.

"Reporter...uh, they, are they asking you those questions?" Sharapova asked hesitantly.

Chen Yingxiong knew what she was talking about, but he didn't want his teammates to know what was going on, so he simply responded vaguely: "Yes."

"How did you answer?" Sharapova's voice suddenly increased, and she was very curious about Chen Yingxiong's answer. This look looked very much like a little girl looking forward to her father telling him what happened next. But Sharapova herself was not aware of it.

"I said... I have nothing to do with you."

"I said... I have nothing to do with you."

Although she knew that the other party was telling the truth, Sharapova felt sad and a little disappointed for no reason.

"...But they obviously don't believe it." Chen Yingxiong's words followed.

Of course they won’t believe it anymore, and I don’t believe it at all... There are so many stories between us, is it really “no relationship at all”?

"This is quite troublesome..." Chen Yingxiong lowered his voice. He was hiding his teammates who were too gossipy if they wanted to gossip. He hadn't seen it before, but now he found that even star players like Al Shawen who usually acted like a big brother are so gossipy!

Sharapova nodded to show her agreement, and then she realized that she was on the phone. Chen Yingxiong on the other end of the phone could not see whether she was nodding or whether she was agreeing. So she added "Yes".

"You have met those reporters too?" Chen Yingxiong finished talking about his situation and also cared about the other party's situation. Now they made them the same as "the same people fell into the world" - this is the secret between them, and no one said it or knew it, so they had to discuss and resolve the problem themselves.

"Yes... I planned to go out for fun, but I got stuck at the entrance of the hotel..."

When it comes to this, Sharapova feels depressed. When she goes back, she wants to relax and play, what's the point of being stuck in the hotel all day long?

"What did you say?" Chen Yingxiong also wanted to hear how Sharapova would answer the same question.

"I didn't say anything and ran back to the room. The reporters were blocked outside the gate and could not enter."

Hearing Sharapova say nothing, Chen Yingxiong was a little disappointed... But he himself didn't know what he was losing.

The two of them started chatting like this, as if they forgot what they called each other.

It was not until the bus arrived at the airport that I realized...

"Oh. I'm at the airport..." Chen Yingxiong exclaimed.

I can't continue chatting when I get to the airport, at least the environment is not suitable for chatting. So I have to say a long story short.

"What if there are any reporters asking?" Sharapova asked.

"Just say... there is nothing to say!" Chen Yingxiong originally wanted to teach Sharapova to say "I have nothing to do with him", but when he said that, he became "not to say nothing to say". What is the specific reason? Maybe he and Sharapova are not much now, "I have nothing to do with her"?

"Is this OK?" Sharapova asked.

Chen Yingxiong didn’t know whether it was good or not, but what else could he say besides this? Could he tell the story to the reporters from beginning to end and then tell them “We are in this strange relationship now”?

When Sharapova heard Chen Yingxiong's silence, she knew that she had the only thing to say now, so she simply said goodbye to Chen Yingxiong and hung up the phone.

When Chen Yingxiong received the phone call, he turned around and saw a group of people with gossip on their faces, like paparazzi expressions.

This scared him: "What are you doing?"

"Hehe, you still say it doesn't matter? Hero? You can fool those idiotic reporters, but you can't fool us!" Anyukov said with a slutty smile.

"I'm in love, Alexander, you have to allow the couple to talk to the phone for a longer time." The leader Denisov educated Anyukov with a serious expression on his face.

"I'm desperate! I'm desperate about this hero who can talk to Sharapova all the way!" Krzakov hugged his head with both hands and whistled to the sky.

Arshavin lay on the back of the chair behind and patted Chen Yingxiong on the shoulder: "Signature, don't forget my signature, hero."

"Don't you..." Chen Yingxiong was speechless in the face of a group of bad friends.

At this moment, he received a text message on his mobile phone, which was sent from the previous number. It seems that this number is Sharapova's number.

"I think the answer 'no advice' cannot solve the problem..."

Chen Yingxiong first saved this number into his mobile phone, but when he was naming, he did not directly enter "Sharapova" but "woman".

"The text message is coming again! Damn!"

"The phone call is over, and there are text messages to convey love... You are so enviable! Hero! What is Sharapova's fond of you?"

"This is a naked show-off!"

Amid the teasing of his teammates, Chen Yingxiong lowered his head and sent a text message to Sharapova: "What do you think should you do?"

"I...I don't know..."

"Then what do you think we are now?"

After this text message was sent, there was no reply.

Chen Yingxiong was about to get off the car, so he put his phone in his pocket, then suddenly got up and got out of the car.

He completely forgot that he was sitting inside the window seat, and that the roof was not on his head, but on...the luggage rack.

then……

"oops!"

Chen Yingxiong covered his head and sat down again.

Everyone next to them laughed gloatingly.

"Although the beauty is good, don't be blinded by happiness..." Eric Hagen smiled and patted Chen Yingxiong on the shoulder.

Chen Yingxiong covered his head and rolled his eyes at them - he couldn't tell him and these people!

Sharapova looked at the screen of her phone in a daze.

The screen gradually became darker and eventually nothing was seen - the phone entered standby mode.

But she remembered the contents clearly.

"Then what do you think we are now?"

Yes, what does it matter?

friend?

Sharapova shook her head vigorously. If this were friends, wouldn’t she and those whom she hated be friends?
To be continued...