Hero of the Penalty Area

Chapter 122 Why are you here again in St. Petersburg?

"...Chen Yingxiong was suddenly attacked by injuries! He has been absent from team training for two consecutive days!"

"Ed Wo Carter said at the press conference that the hero's injury was just a small injury. We believed him on the first day, but when the hero still couldn't appear on the training ground the next day...the ghost believed him!"

"Obviously, Chen Yingxiong, Zenit's main striker in St. Petersburg, is in trouble, and Zenit is also in trouble. I think this time it must not have been a minor injury. I have not trained with the team for two consecutive days. hurt?"

"When the league has reached the sprint stage, the hero is injured, what is it that brought Zenit? I am afraid Ed Wocart is having a headache now!"

Various media are scrambling to report on Chen Yingxiong's injury. Just like Ed Wocart thought, he said Chen Yingxiong was slightly injured, and no one believed it at all!

Everyone was thinking about the seriousness in a swarm.

Even some media have boldly issued such predictions: "...Chen Yingxiong will most likely miss all the remaining games of this season, and he will definitely miss all the UEFA Cup group matches-if Zenit can score For the UEFA Cup main match..."

"According to informed sources, Chen Yingxiong's injury is very serious, and the club is already considering whether to operate on him..."

After seeing such news, Chen Yingxiong couldn't laugh or cry. He found that reporters all over the world are all the same, all of them are written by their backgrounds, and their brain supplement ability and imagination are amazing. He is best at discovering what they think is the truth from a little bit of clues. , And then follow the vine, construct an overhead world out of thin air in my mind. The biggest difference between this world and the real world is that they are not alike at all!

When Edvard Carter decided to implement this battle plan, he gave Chen Yingxiong a ban on him, asking him not to talk nonsense everywhere. He knows that Chen Yingxiong is the celebrity that the media likes to chase the most, and it is hard to guarantee that he will not be surrounded by many reporters, and his mind will be hot to say any leaks.

So Chen Yingxiong is now panicking.

At this moment, he received a call from the "woman".

"...We have witnessed the story of countless talented geniuses who were not knocked down by the feasting Vanity Fair after becoming famous, but were crushed by injuries. Looking at it now, the 19-year-old Chen Yingxiong faced a serious incident. Injury, is it another prelude to the story of'injury destroys genius'?"

When Sharapova read the news in the newspaper, she froze for a moment - that **** as strong as a cow would be hurt too?

When Chen Yingxiong broke the scoring shortage and showed her back tattoo on the TV camera, she could see that he seemed to be a little stronger than before. How could he be injured?

There are reports that Chen Yingxiong was injured in the calf, possibly a broken calf, caused by a collision with a teammate during training.

Sharapova felt strange that if Chen Yingxiong’s body collided with his teammates, his leg bones could be broken. What kind of collision was that? And the other party has nothing to do?

She ran to find news about the injury on Zenit St. Petersburg's official website. It was true that the news mentioned Chen Yingxiong's injury, but did not mention how he was injured, and there were no reports of other players being injured at the same time.

Strange……

Sharapova was a little skeptical, but almost all the media vowed to say that Chen Yingxiong was injured and that the injury was definitely not minor. She also doubted her own judgment.

She patted her head suddenly, and she didn't know if it was true or not when she listened to others, so she went to see for herself, because she happened to be in Moscow anyway.

Sharapova came back to Moscow this time to participate in a commercial event. The brand she endorsed requires her to attend the opening ceremony of a store in Moscow.

After attending the ceremony and accepting a circle of interviews with the media, it will be fine.

It stands to reason that after that, she should fly directly back to the United States to continue her recovery training.

But now she suddenly decided to postpone the trip.

"Huh?" The agent Eisenbud was surprised. "Do you have anything else in Russia?"

He knew Sharapova’s itinerary very well as an agent, because he arranged these itineraries for Sharapova, but Sharapova suddenly told him that there were other formations. Could he not be surprised?

"Well, I'm going to relax. Don't you think the training a while ago was too hard, Max?" Sharapova said.

"Where are you going to play?"

"I don't want to be caught by the media..." Sharapova obviously didn't want to tell Eisenbud.

"Maria, I'm your agent..." Esenbud said dubiously.

"I know, but I always want some privacy, right?"

Seeing Sharapova insisting not to say it, Esenbud had to sigh: "Okay, but keep in touch at any time, I don't want to be your father asking me, but I don't know what you are doing... Like last time..."

The "last time" he said was that Sharapova was drunk in a bar, and then lost contact with his agent and lost contact for a whole night plus half a day.

At that time, he was very anxious, and he didn't dare to tell Maria's father, for fear that the grumpy Russian would quit him in a rage...

When Sharapova heard Eisenbud's mention of the incident, her face blushed, and her mouth said: "Don't worry, I will keep in touch with you at any time."

She thought to herself, this time she shouldn't be so drunk, and then she went to bed with a man in a daze...

When she arrived in St. Petersburg, she called the "man".

When Chen Yingxiong received a call from Sharapova, he was quite surprised. This accident was naturally reflected in his tone: "Hey, why are you calling?"

Sharapova hung up without anger this time, but rolled her eyes. She has become accustomed to Chen Yingxiong's performance.

"Why can't I call?" she asked back.

"Uh..." Chen Yingxiong also thought his problem was strange.

Now if you ask him what the relationship is with Sharapova, he will still hesitate for a long time. He always feels that he and this woman are not friends, but if they are not friends, why do they occasionally send text messages and chat for a long time? But if it's a friend, it's a little colder again, right?

"No, I was just accidental, some accidents..." He could only explain in the end. He didn't know why it was accidental and what was worth it.

Sharapova's eyes rolled: "I haven't eaten dinner yet."

Chen Yingxiong was stunned for a moment, thinking that there is something wrong with the woman, what does it have to do with me if you didn't eat dinner?

"Oh, then you go eat."

Sharapova's madness makes smoke. Isn't it said that this **** is very good at coaxing girls? He is so coaxing!

"I'm in St. Petersburg," she said simply.

Chen Yingxiong was taken aback and blurted out: "Why are you here in St. Petersburg again?"

"Hey!" Sharapova was really angry with Chen Yingxiong. How do you say this? "What's the meaning of me coming to St. Petersburg again? Can't I come? St. Petersburg is your home!"

When Sharapova knew that Chen Yingxiong was seriously injured at first, she said she would come to see him, but now she has no idea about it at all, and she even feels that she is too bad...why should I come to see him! What is my relationship with him?

Just when she was about to hang up the phone again, Chen Yingxiong's voice that made her feel uncomfortable floated: "Ah, I know there is a good Chinese restaurant. Are you interested in it?"

Sharapova's mobile phone was taken away from her ear, when she heard this sentence suddenly, her hand stayed in place.

"When did you get your driver's license?" Sharapova sitting in the passenger seat looked at Chen Yingxiong who was concentrating on driving.

"Half a week ago." Chen Yingxiong stared forward and said without squinting.

"Oh." Sharapova nodded.

"Do you have anything wrong?" Chen Yingxiong asked.

"Nothing, I just want to say... If you drive like this, I won't be able to eat dinner at eleven o'clock."

"Do you think I am driving slowly?"

"It's not that you drive slowly, it's very, very slow! Bikes can overtake you!"

"This is safe driving!"

"The timid is the timid..."

"I tell you, don't offend anyone who offends the driver!" Chen Yingxiong freed a finger and pointed to Sharapova.

Sharapova rolled her eyes and said nothing.

At this moment, her stomach made a loud sound-she was hungry.

Hearing this voice, Chen Yingxiong laughed loudly.

Sharapova's cheeks were flushed, and she was a little embarrassed by the noise. But after hearing Chen Yingxiong's laughter, he glared at this unscrupulous **** angrily, not knowing who caused his hunger!

Then she sat in the passenger seat, turned her head to look out the window, and said nothing.

It's really inexplicable!

She said to herself in her heart.

Why should I accept his suggestion to eat Chinese food? Why should I wait for him to pick me up? Why should I ride in his car...what is my relationship with him?

At this moment, Chen Yingxiong's voice rang again: "There are biscuits in the storage box. You can use it to cushion your stomach."

Sharapova didn't turn her head back: "No, thank you. I'm not hungry..."

Before the words fell, there was another "cuckoo" in my stomach.

"Puff!" Chen Yingxiong smiled again.

Sharapova glared at him and opened the door of the storage box in front of the passenger seat. As expected, there was a pack of Oreos lying in it, which had not been opened.

She found that you should be polite to this person! There is no need to **** off him or anything, because in the end I can only **** myself off...

She tore open the package violently, then took out a piece and threw it directly into her mouth.

In front of this bastard, she never pretended to be a gentle lady, nor did she pay attention to etiquette. Because she found these are useless.

But there was one thing she didn't notice.

That is-and only in front of him, can I put aside all the pretenses, be a real myself... and don't think there is anything bad.