This time, Sharapova pounced directly on Wayne, and she was more enthusiastic than the last time they met.

Aloof? It doesn't exist. Now it's just pure aloofness.

Wayne hugged her reflexively. Well, considering the girl's weight, it was quite heavy...

"Wei, she..." Aunt Jenny was dumbfounded. Do you think I don't exist?

I am over 30 and still single, have you ever considered my feelings?

That's too much!

inhuman!

Thunder strikes!

Burn you to death!

"Oh, this is my friend Maria Sharapova. You should have heard that she unexpectedly defeated Serena Williams at Wimbledon last year to win the championship.

This is my press officer Jenny, thanks to her, my life has not become a mess." Wayne quickly introduced the two of them.

"Just friends?" Aunt Jenny looked at Wayne with a smirk.

That whole box of sports protective equipment you have at home... Tsk, tsk, tsk, this young man...

I thought you were just a simple boy who likes to play games, but I didn't expect you to be such a Wei bat.

"Wei is one of the few friends I have." Sharapova nodded in agreement.

Hearing Wayne say that he was a friend, Sharapova's closed heart felt like it was being pried open.

At this age, there are not many people who are willing to call her friends.

Wei's family is the only one who is willing to invite her to spend Christmas and All-Star Weekend with her.

"Well, you can have a lot of fun in Denver these days. Make sure you have a good rest, Wei. You will have the All-Star Game the day after tomorrow, and after that there will be more intense final 31 regular season games. You must allocate your physical fitness reasonably."

After Jenny gave a few instructions, she prepared to leave and not to disturb the two of them any more.

"Hmm..." Wayne nodded slightly, feeling that these words sounded so strange.

You tell the translator, what the hell is a reasonable distribution of physical energy?

No, am I overthinking or are you overthinking...

When she walked to Wayne, Jenny didn't forget to ask Wayne to bend down and whisper in his ear: "Don't be photographed in pictures you shouldn't be photographed, and don't spread extraneous news, remember?"

"No, I just take her around..."

After saying goodbye to Aunt Jenny, Wayne suddenly felt...this woman is really worse than a man sometimes!

"She seems to care about you very much." Looking at Jenny's back, Sharapova asked.

"Well, she's very nice." Wayne responded with a smile.

"I really envy you, Wei. You were able to win the game with a bunch of friends today, and there are so many people who care about you outside the court..."

"Uh..." Why did you suddenly enter autistic mode?

"You are also my partner. I can hear your cheers."

Can you not hear the sound of cheering? Director Zhang heard it even with headphones on. The shouts of the female Denver fans were still fresh in his memory.

"Hey, by the way, Wayne, are you free in April?"

"April? What's wrong?"

"It's just, um... I want to invite you to my 18th birthday party. Of course, if you don't have time, don't bother..."

"I have to go back and check the schedule. If there is no game, I will definitely go. If there is a game, then I will celebrate your birthday in advance." Wayne said, looking at Sharapova carefully.

Darling, if you didn’t tell me, I would have forgotten that you are still a minor!

So mature.

"Really? Ha, hey, this is for you!" Sharapova took out a pink tennis ball with an address written on it, "This is an invitation to the birthday party."

"This...363 West 16th Street, New York. Don't you live in Los Angeles?"

"Well, but Motorola wanted me to throw a coming-of-age birthday party in New York. You know, I spoke for them, and then they wanted to commercialize my birthday party and get more exposure...

They invited a lot of people to build momentum for the birthday party, so I also hope that my birthday can be attended by a few real friends, not just business tycoons who are just showing off.

I would be very, very happy if you could come, Wei."

"Well, I'll go back and check the schedule and call you early tomorrow morning." Wayne put the tennis ball in his pocket.

Why do you feel like you have become a tennis collector?

Since it was getting late, Wayne and Sharapova walked casually outside the Pepsi Center and then returned to their respective hotel rooms to rest.

Wayne looked at the schedule and found that on Sharapova's birthday, April 19, the team happened to have no games.

However, the playoffs will start on the 23rd, and Wayne must take his time to play.

Again, the same sentence - allocate physical energy reasonably!

After putting down the schedule, Wayne walked into the bathroom and washed his face carefully.
Chapter completed!