When Sharapova appeared on the TV screen and said, "I know he couldn't hear it, but I still want to thank him. He infected and inspired me with his unique charm. You raise me up, so that I can surpass myself!", the song "you raise me up" sounded very appropriately on the TV.

"You inspired me... to surpass myself. You inspired me, so I can stand on the top of the mountains; you inspired me, so I can walk through the storm sea..."

Someone wiped his tears in front of the TV: "This is so touching!"

"Who is that 'he'?"

"I know, it must be her dad anyway..."

"Then is he still alive?"

"I think it's impossible. If Maria didn't see it, she said he couldn't hear it? Only dead people wouldn't hear it?"

"Tsk tsk, that's a pity... If Sharapova is so moved, he must be a very good man, right?"

"Can Sharapova and him..."

"Hehe, maybe it's true..."

"That would be even more a pity!"

Chen Yingxiong, who was speculated to be dead, was with Sharapova at this time.

He did not watch Sharapova's award ceremony. When Sharapova was fighting fiercely with Haining in the Madrid indoor arena, he and his teammates were in the hotel bar, celebrating his winning of the league's top scorer and setting a new single-season goal record...

But he knew Sharapova had won the championship.

"To be honest... I really didn't expect you to come and treat me to a meal..."

"How could I regret what I said?" Sharapova smiled.

"What do you want to eat, please, sister!"

Chen Yingxiong rolled his eyes, saying this seemed to be a child who had not grown up...

"I have nothing to eat..."

"You are too uncooperating!"

"I mean, you let me tell you what you want to eat now...I really have no idea."

"Or...going to have Chinese food?" Sharapova thought of the small Chinese restaurant, and she thought it tasted pretty good.

"Although I like Chinese food very much, I always go to Chinese food. Wouldn't it be too uninnovative?"

"Well...what is the Russian dinner?"

“Salt and bread?”

"Of course not! By the way..." Sharapova slapped her hands suddenly, "Go to your house!"

Chen Yingxiong was startled: "What are you doing?"

"I'll make some specialties for you!" Sharapova was eager to try.

Chen Yingxiong thought of his single apartment that was not much different from the pigpen.

"We'd better find a random meal outside..."

"No! I have to go to your house!" Sharapova made up her mind.

Seeing Chen Yingxiong looking embarrassed, she smiled: "What? Are you still afraid that I will eat you?"

Her provocation was very effective, and Chen Yingxiong's neck stiffened: "I'm still afraid that I'll eat you!"

After saying that, he suddenly realized another meaning in his words, and he was embarrassed and silent.

As a result, this made the atmosphere even more awkward.

He watched Sharapova's face become redder and redder in this silence...

In the end, Sharapova and Chen Yingxiong appeared at the door of his apartment.

When Chen Yingxiong opened the door with the key, Sharapova frowned. Although she had made sufficient psychological preparations on the way to come, she imagined what would happen in Chen Yingxiong's single apartment. But after she really saw it, she couldn't help but frown.

"Are you sure this hasn't really been to the thief?"

"Hey, bachelors are like this..." Chen Yingxiong explained to himself with some embarrassment.

Sharapova glanced at him, and he would be embarrassed too?

"I said we'd better go out and find a house to eat..."

Sharapova curled her lips, "Let's clean up first..." As she said that, she walked in and started taking off her coat.

When Chen Yingxiong finally finished cleaning up the house and went to take a shower in sweat, Sharapova was already busy in the kitchen. After he took a shower, Sharapova was serving her prepared dishes to the table.

"Your refrigerator is really scarce, just eat these things." Sharapova took off her apron and put it on the back of a chair. She looked very skillful. She might often go to the kitchen at home.

Chen Yingxiong looked at the table of rich dishes and was a little stunned - how long has it been since he had enjoyed such treatment? He could eat food made by others at his own home.

In the past, he either had to solve the problem in the restaurant at the team's training base, or went out to have a restaurant, or simply tossed and ate at his own home.

It tastes, looks, or something, and you don’t dare to ask for anything. It’s enough to eat it.

But now look at the cherry tomatoes, cauliflower and other things that are decorated on the plate...

"What's wrong? Don't like it?" Sharapova asked when she saw Chen Yingxiong was a little dazed.

"Uh, no." Chen Yingxiong shook his head, "Since it's a celebration of victory... then you have to have some bar?" he asked.

Sharapova clapped her hands: "I forgot this! Of course I'm going to drink!"

Chen Yingxiong turned around and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of wine. As a person who likes to drink, how could there be no wine hidden at home? Wine, champagne, whiskey, vodka... all you can buy on the market are in Chen Yingxiong's wine cabinet. He even asked for a bottle of Erguotou from the boss of Ruilongju...

Then when he returned, he looked up at the brightly lit restaurant, with several headlights on, reflecting like the daytime.

He suddenly felt that the bright lights were dazzling, so he raised his hand and turned off a few lights.

Sharapova was sitting at the dining table when she suddenly felt the lights dim. When she looked up, she saw Chen Yingxiong walking out of the dim shadow holding the wine.

When he appeared under the light, he told Sharapova: "I think this is more atmosphere."

Sharapova smiled sweetly: "Really."

Chen Yingxiong poured half a glass of wine for both of them, and then picked up his glass: "Congratulations on winning a championship."

“Congratulations on creating a new history.”

A crisp and pleasant sound of ding, ruby-like wine rippled in the transparent glass, and small waves appeared.

The wall of the cup reflects the hazy and ambiguous faces of two people.

Chen Yingxiong has been having the same dream, dreaming that he was carrying heavy rocks and walking on the endless wilderness. Apart from the horizon, there was nothing in this wilderness, even a tree or a grass.

He didn't even know if he was moving forward or standing still. Because there was no reference at all, letting him know if he was moving.

Such dreams kept tormenting him and making him breathless.

Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate, he woke up.

The first glance was the ceiling he was familiar with - he was lying in his bedroom, and there was no doubt that he knew what the ceiling of his bedroom looked like.

Then he quickly found the reason why he felt breathless - a pink arm was pressing against his chest!

His eyes looked down the bare arm, and the first thing that caught his eye was the round shoulders, naked. Then there was a slender neck with a little fluffy. Looking down along the neck, it was without a strand of back, and then it was covered by a quilt.

Chen Yingxiong was feeling sorry for not seeing something more exciting, and suddenly realized that there was a naked woman lying on his bed!

A naked girl?!

He was shocked and suddenly lifted the quilt. When he lowered his head, he saw the mosaic-held thing - he was also naked!

Damn, what's going on?!

His brain stopped responding for three seconds, and then he remembered to look at the face of the woman who had been lying on her face.

What he saw was Sharapova...

hiss--

Chen Yingxiong took a breath of air conditioning and almost rolled off the bed.

Is it really fun this time?

Sharapova was furious when she was unable to sleep well by Chen Yingxiong's twisting movements on the bed.

Looking at her vivid expression, Chen Yingxiong was sure that this was really Sharapova, not an inflatable doll that looked like Sharapova...

Do it! What did I do last night?

Let me think, well... Sharapova made a table of food, and then I went to get the wine, chatted while drinking, chatted while drinking... I had a great time chatting, and drank several bottles of wine, and finally seemed to be drinking wine, vodka and champagne?

Chen Yingxiong could feel the sweat beads on his forehead...

Did we really drink last night and did things we had never done before and dared not do or should not do?

Chen Yingxiong carefully lifted up the quilt on Sharapova's back, and his eyes slid down from his bare back without any obstacles, all the way down... and down, he saw the same bare butt egg!

Naked!

One! No! Hang!!

Really naked!
To be continued...