All-round Athlete

Chapter 105 The King of Track and Field, The Second Close Contact

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the few pedestrians on the road tried their best to wrap themselves in their coats, endured the biting cold, leaned on the eaves of the roadside buildings, and moved forward with difficulty.

Zhang Guan in the co-pilot seat looked at Sharapova with some guilt, "You do it the first time and I get even." This theory sounds like a logical exchange of equal value, but Zhang Guan always felt that , men and women are different in this kind of thing, and cannot be simply measured by equivalent exchange.

But Zhang Guan didn't know Sharapova's real thoughts. Perhaps the concept of Westerners in this regard is really different from that of Easterners. If he persisted, he might be regarded as a fool!

Zhang Guan's thoughts are still very confused, even if he is sitting beside Sharapova now, he still doesn't know how to face her.

"Is this really good?" Zhang Guan asked very cautiously, like a squirrel that just walked out of a tree hole in spring, timid and vigilant.

"I said, since it's a misunderstanding, let's forget about it!" Sharapova said firmly.

At this moment, Sharapova suddenly realized that they were driving on the road out of the city, so she asked, "By the way, where do you live?"

Zhang Guan told Sharapova the address of the hotel, but Sharapova rarely came to Moscow, so she was not very familiar with the roads. She stopped the car and pressed the address on the navigator, only to find that they happened to be Went in the opposite direction.

"Going the wrong way, we have to turn around." Sharapova said.

"How about I get out of the car and take a taxi to go back." Zhang Guan felt a little embarrassed.

"Look outside, can you hail a taxi now?" Sharapova said while pressing the anti-skid mode on the sports car.

Zhang Guan looked out of the car window, he could see street lights and car lights, and then nothing else. The snow has become very large, and the snowflakes are very dense. Except for the light that can penetrate the snowflakes dancing in the dense air, it is difficult for the naked eye to distinguish the specific scenery.

Zhang Guan shrunk his neck. In this weather, the taxi driver might return home early, squat by the fire with a glass of vodka, and then watch TV or something, but he would never drive in this ghostly weather.

"It's very warm in the car, and there are beauties, so just stay in it honestly!" Zhang Guan leaned hard on the back of the chair, and felt at ease when he came.

The visibility outside is very poor, and snow has already appeared on the road. Sharapova drives the car very slowly. This speed is a little sorry for the six cylinders of the running engine of this sports car, but if you can still drive in this weather If it is fast, it is tantamount to risking one's life.

"The heating of this car is still very powerful!" Zhang Guan murmured silently in his heart, but at this moment, Sharapova braked, and then the sports car turned off!

"This is a famous brand sports car, it turned off!" Zhang Guan couldn't help complaining.

Although Zhang Guan knew how to drive in his previous life and had a car at home, he didn't know anything about sports cars at all. Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't afford it. This time of heavy work, although Zhang Guan has become a rich man, he has been enjoying the car pick-up and drop-off service since he became a sports star. Although the championship team equipped him with a car, it was a commercial car, so today Zhang Guan still doesn't know much about sports cars.

Zhang Guan simply believes that since the price of sports cars is so high, they must be better than regular cars in every aspect. The more sophisticated and complex things are, the more restrictions there are on the conditions of use. For example, to use better oil, better road conditions, a more suitable climate environment, more frequent maintenance and maintenance, etc.

The domestic miracle cars of the 1990s actually borrowed from the European models of the 1960s and 1970s. These miracle cars did not have high speed, comfortable ride, and good driving control. It even often goes wrong, but it has a great advantage, that is, it is resistant to tossing. It doesn't matter if the road conditions are bad, and it doesn't matter if the oil quality is bad. Anyway, if you add the accelerator and drive ahead, these cars definitely have a huge advantage in that era when the road infrastructure is not very good. However, with the continuous improvement of domestic road conditions, people began to choose some vehicles with more comfortable rides, better handling, and faster speeds, and these magical cars gradually faded out of the market. If you really go to a place with poor road conditions or a bad climate environment, those comfortable vehicles are really not as good as the domestic god cars of the last century.

The same is true for sports cars. In this situation of nearly minus 20 degrees and heavy snowfall, the performance of expensive and sophisticated sports cars may not be as good as the classic Volga cars of the former Soviet Union.

Sharapova pressed the start button, started the car again, and then gave a kick to the accelerator, but she didn't realize that such a way of slamming the accelerator is very taboo on snowy roads, so the car suddenly skidded , rowed to the side of the road. And the ice accumulated on the side of the road is obviously more. Even though the wheels are turning, the car is not moving forward, but is skidding on the spot.

Sharapova felt a little ashamed, especially the person sitting next to her had an unclear special relationship with her.

"I haven't been driving much since I got my driver's license..." Sharapova explained.

Zhang Guan suddenly thought that Sharapova should not be eighteen years old yet! How did she get her driver's license? Shouldn't it be a false certificate, and then it has no value!

Sharapova went on to explain: "I got my driver's license in the United States, and then changed to a Russian driver's license. There is no such heavy snow in the United States, so I am still not used to the weather."

Zhang Guan nodded in agreement. He does know that Americans can take a driver's license test at the age of sixteen, and many Americans start learning to drive at the age of fifteen, and then apply for a driver's license after their sixteenth birthday. But in the first year when I just got my driver's license at the age of sixteen, I had to be accompanied by an adult to drive on the road, and in the second year I could drive alone.

Sharapova came to the United States to study tennis when she was a child, and she has been living in the United States since then, so it is not surprising that she took the American driver's license test. Moreover, in many European and American countries, the American driver's license can be directly replaced by the original driver's license, or after a simple theoretical test, it can be replaced by the original driver's license, so it is more convenient to use.

Sharapova was still on the gas, but the tires were still spinning on the ice and the car was still in place.

"It doesn't work, I'll go down and push it!" Zhang Guan said.

Sharapova thought for a while, nodded and agreed.

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Zhang Guan returned to the car again. Although he was only outside for a few minutes, snowflakes adhered to Zhang Guan's clothes, head, and eyebrows, turning him into a snowman. Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan, and felt that Zhang Guan's embarrassed look was cute.

This time Sharapova drove more slowly, she didn't want to turn off the engine again, and it was already dark outside, and the snowflakes floating in the night sky made it impossible to see the road, and Sharapova didn't know where she had come. At this time, she was driving completely according to the guidance of the navigation.

Finally, the end point appeared on the driving navigation. Both Sharapova and Zhang Guan let out a sigh of relief, and then drove the car into the parking lot in front of the hotel.

"Thank you!" Zhang Guan opened the door to get out of the car, but found that the snow on the road ahead had already passed his ankles.

"Such a big snow!" He looked around and found that the snow had become bigger again.

"I'm afraid I can't drive in this kind of weather!" Zhang Guan went back into the car, then closed the door to prevent the snow from blowing in, and then said to Sharapova, "It's snowing too much outside, and I can't drive at all." , don’t leave before you, go in with me.”

Zhang Guan was completely thinking about Sharapova's safety, but after he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little awkward, telling a beautiful woman to stay away, and then went to the hotel with him. The room has already been reserved, do you want to make an appointment?

"I hope she won't misunderstand." Zhang Guan said silently in his heart.

After hearing Zhang Guan's words, Sharapova opened the car window, and the snowflakes outside were blowing in instantly. This has reached the level of blizzard. The weather is very difficult for walking, not to mention driving.

"Why did the snow suddenly become so big! It seems that I really can't go." Sharapova hesitated for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

The two walked into the hotel in the heavy snow, and Zhang Guan subconsciously walked on the windward side, helping Sharapova block more snowflakes, but the actual effect was not very good, and Sharapova also had some problems. The height above 8 meters is only slightly shorter than Zhang Guan, so when the two of them rushed into the hotel, they had already turned into snowmen.

The staff at the front desk glanced at the two of them, then lowered their heads and continued working. A man and a woman come to such a high-end hotel, and they know what to do when they think about it with their buttocks. Those who can live in high-end hotels are rich people, and rich people also pay great attention to their privacy. It is better to pretend not to see this kind of thing.

Zhang Guan secretly praised the staff at the front desk, and then took Sharapova straight to the elevator. Naturally, he wasn't stupid enough to open a separate room for Sharapova, bring a beautiful woman into the hotel, and then open a separate room for the beautiful woman. This is definitely not something that people do.

Moreover, Zhang Guan also had a vague expectation in his heart.

Sharapova also didn't propose to open a separate room, just followed Zhang Guan and got on the elevator.

The white snow on the grass outside the window makes the outside look not so dark. At this time, the sky, the ground, and the office are all grayish white, but the house is still warm.

The two walked into the room, and two embarrassed figures immediately appeared on the mirror in front of the door. The snow on their bodies had already melted, their hair and clothes were all wet, and their faces were covered with drops of water from the melted snowflakes.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sharapova said suddenly.

"The bathroom is over there." Zhang Guan pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Then I suddenly remembered that although the bathroom was large, the outermost installation seemed to be a translucent glass wall.

"This is a star-rated hotel, why is there a glass wall like an express hotel?" Zhang Guan secretly complained in his heart, but he was a little flattered in his heart.

Sharapova didn't seem to care about it at all. She took off her coat and walked in. After a while, the sound of flushing water was heard, but Zhang Guan was fidgeting outside. Through the glass wall, he could see her figure inside, of course it was just a figure, and the details were unclear, but even so, he still felt his veins throbbing, and he kept thinking of the scene by the Aegean Sea in his mind. that night.

Finally, Sharapova finished washing, she came out wrapped in a bath towel, but after all, she is more than 1.8 meters tall, and the size of a regular bath towel can barely cover the parts that should be covered, but it looks even more attractive .

Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova dully, he suddenly felt that the hotel was really considerate, the bath towel might be a bit small for Sharapova, but Zhang Guan thought it was just right.

Seeing Zhang Guan's expression, Sharapova blushed and asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower? You might catch a cold if you don't take a hot bath."

"Wash, wash right away." Zhang Guan rushed into the bathroom quickly. Then I saw Sharapova's clothes in the bamboo basket in the bathroom, mainly the two innermost clothes.

Zhang Guan began to get distracted, he didn't know if this was a hint from the other party, or if the Western girls were just so open, or if he was just thinking too much.

Zhang Guan came out of the shower and found Sharapova sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper of the day in his hand, and was flipping through the sports section. The headline of the sports edition is that he broke the world record for the 60-meter sprint in the Moscow track and field indoor competition.

"You broke the world record again?" Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan with a trace of surprise and a little admiration in her eyes.

It is the nature of human beings to worship the strong, especially the fighting nation, which highly respects the strong. Although Sharapova is a Grand Slam tennis player, she is still just a girl under the age of 18. At this age, she always has a special love for heroes.

Perhaps this is also the reason why Sharapova was willing to follow Zhang Guan. Although that night was an accident, in all fairness, Zhang Guan is indeed very good, and she does not dislike him.

"This is just an indoor 60-meter sprint record, not as good as the 100-meter sprint." Zhang Guan sat in front of Sharapova, trying to look natural.

"Oh!" Sharapova agreed, and then continued to read the newspaper in her hand, but her eyes were secretly looking at Zhang Guan.

"This oriental man still looks very strong, his muscles are quite strong, he should be very powerful!" Sharapova suddenly remembered the night on the Aegean Sea, and immediately realized that Zhang Guan was indeed very powerful. I have personally experienced it.

Neither of them spoke, and the air seemed to freeze, but the atmosphere was not awkward, instead, there was a special atmosphere, like the crystal liquid overflowing from the distilled koji on the thick stove, exuding an intoxicating fragrance. Looking forward to the chance to taste it.

Unknowingly, the two eyes met each other, and they looked at each other without moving their eyes.

As time passed, neither of them spoke, but their intuition told Zhang Guan whether something should be done now.

The next second, Zhang Guan hugged Sharapova. He didn't know why he was so irrational, but obviously he wasn't going to be rational at this time.

Sharapova, however, seemed to be ready, and put her arms around Zhang Guan's neck.

This moment came too suddenly, maybe neither of them thought of it, or maybe they didn't realize it at all, they had been silently looking forward to this moment in their subconscious.

The snow outside is still falling, and the house is still as warm as spring. And not only the warmth of spring, but also the great spring.

But at this moment, it is indeed not the time to be rational.

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