Almighty Athlete Chapter 14: The second intimate contact

The snow is getting bigger and bigger. The few pedestrians on the road are trying to wrap themselves in their coats. They endure the bitter cold and rely on the eaves of the roadside buildings to move forward.

The Zhang Guan in the co-pilot’s seat looked at Sharapova with a guilty conscience. The theory of “You’re the first time, I’m the first and then evened out” sounds like logical exchange, but Zhang Guan always I feel that men and women are different in this kind of thing, and it cannot be simply measured by equivalent exchange.

But Zhang Guan doesn’t know Sharapova’s real thoughts. Perhaps Westerners’ ideas in this respect are really different from those of the Easterners. If they insist, they may be treated as fools!

Zhang Guan’s thoughts are still very confused. Even if he is sitting next to Sharapova now, he still doesn’t know how to face her.

"Is this really good?" Zhang Guan asked very carefully, like a squirrel just out of the tree hole in spring, timid and alert.

"I said, since it was a misunderstanding, let us all forget it!" Sharapova's tone was firm.

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

Zhang Guan told Sharapova the address of the hotel, but Sharapova rarely visits Moscow, so she is not very familiar with the road. She stopped the car and pressed the address on the navigator. They happened to go in the opposite direction.

"It's going wrong, we're going to turn around." Sharapova said.

"Why don't I get off, just take a taxi and go back." Zhang Guan felt a little embarrassed.

"You look outside, can you call a taxi now?" Sharapova said as he pressed the anti-skid mode on the sports car.

Zhang Guan looks out of the car window, he can see the street light and the car light, and then there is nothing else. The snow has become very large, and the flakes are very dense. In addition to the light that can penetrate the snowflakes that flutter in the dense air, it is difficult for the naked eye to distinguish the specific scene.

Zhang Guan shrinks his neck, this weather. The taxi driver is afraid that he will return home early. Squat by the fire to get a glass of vodka, then watch TV or something, but never get out of the car in this ghost weather.

"It's very warm in the car, and there are beautiful women. Just stay inside!" Zhang Guan leaned **** the back of the chair.

The line of sight outside is very poor. Snow has also appeared on the road, and Sharapova drove the car very slowly. This speed is somewhat sorry for the six cylinders that the sports car engine is running. But in this weather, if you drive fast, it is tantamount to playing hard.

"The heating of this car is still very powerful!" Zhang Guan muttered silently. At this moment, Sharapova braked, and the sports car turned off!

"This is a famous brand sports car. It turned out!" Zhang Guan couldn't help vomiting.

Although Zhang Guan can drive a car in his last life, there is a car at home. But it can be said that the sports car is completely unknown. Of course, the main reason is that it can't afford it. This time, Zhang Guan has become a rich man again. But after becoming a sports star, he has been enjoying the car pick-up service. Although the championship team equipped him with a car, it was a commercial car, so today's Zhang Guan still has little understanding of sports cars.

Zhang Guan simply believes that since the price of sports cars is so high, they are definitely better than conventional cars in all aspects, but in fact, in addition to the brand value, the price of sports cars is more reflected in the precision and complexity of production. And, the more sophisticated things are, the more restrictions on the conditions of use. For example, the use of better oil, the need for better road conditions, the need for a more suitable climatic environment, more frequent maintenance and maintenance, etc.

The domestic **** cars of the 1990s are actually borrowed from European car models in the 1960s and 70s. These **** cars do not have a very high speed, a comfortable ride, and no good driving. The sense of manipulation is even often broken, but it has a great advantage, that is, resistance to toss. It’s okay to have bad road conditions, and it’s okay to have poor oil quality. Anyway, it’s the addition of throttle to drive ahead. These cars definitely have a huge advantage in the era when road infrastructure is not very good. However, with the continuous improvement of domestic road conditions, people began to choose some vehicles that are more comfortable to ride, have better handling and faster speed, and these **** cars gradually faded out of the market. If you really get to a place with poor road conditions or a bad climatic environment, those comfortable vehicles are really inferior to those made in the last century.

The same is true of sports cars. In this case of close to minus 20 degrees and heavy snow, 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 throttle, but she didn’t realize that snowy skiing was a taboo in this way of giving the throttle, so the car was fierce. One slipped and swept to the side of the road. The accumulated ice on the roadside is obviously more. Even if the wheels are turning, the car is not advancing, but is slipping in place.

Sharapova feels a little embarrassing, especially the person sitting next to her has a special relationship with her that is unclear.

"I haven't gotten a license since I got a license..." Sharapova explained.

Zhang Guan suddenly thought that Sharapova should be under eighteen years old! How did she get her driver's license? Isn't it a fake certificate, and then no certificate value!

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

Zhang Guan nodded in agreement. He knows that Americans can take a driver's license at the age of sixteen. Many Americans start learning to drive when they are fifteen, and then get a driver's license after their sixteenth birthday. However, the first year of getting a driver's license at the age of sixteen must be accompanied by an adult to drive on the road, and the second year can be alone.

Sharapova went to the United States to study tennis when she was a child. Since then, she has lived in the United States, so it is not surprising that she will take an American driver's license. In addition, in many countries in Europe and America, the US driver's license can directly replace the driver's license of the costing country, or after a simple theoretical examination, it is more convenient to use.

Sharapova is still on the gas pedal, but the tires are still slipping on the ice, and the car is still in place.

"That won't work, let me push it down!" Zhang Guan said.

Sharapova thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

......

Zhang Guan returned to the car again. Although it was only a few minutes outside, the snow flakes attached to Zhang Guan's clothes, head, and eyebrows. Turned him into a snowman. Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan. The more embarrassed the Zhang Guan looks, the more adorable.

This time Sharapova drove more slowly. She didn’t want to turn off the flame again, and the sky outside was dark, and the snow fluttering in the night sky made people hard to see the road. Sharapova didn't know that she had been there, at this time she was driving with the guidance of navigation.

Finally, the end point appears on the driving navigation. Sharapova and Zhang Guan took a breath, then drove the car into the parking lot in front of the hotel.

"Thank you!" Zhang Guan opened the door to get off, but found that the snow in front of the road had already crossed his ankle.

"Such snow!" He looked around. Found that the snow has become bigger again.

"I'm afraid I can't drive this weather!" Zhang Guan returned to the car. Then close the door to prevent the snow from blowing in, and then said to Sharapova: "It's too snowy outside. There is no way to drive. Don't go before you. Come in with me."

Zhang Guan is entirely for the sake of Sharapova, but after he finished, he suddenly felt a little awkward. Don't let a beautiful woman leave, and then go to the hotel with yourself. This sounds like asking: beautiful woman, I have already opened the room, do you want to make an appointment?

"I hope she won't get it wrong." Zhang Guan pondered silently.

After listening to Zhang Guan, Sharapova opened the car window, and the snow outside immediately blew in. This has reached the level of blizzard. This weather is not to mention driving, but walking is very difficult.

"Why did the snow suddenly become so big! It seems that it really can't go away." Sharapova hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed.

The two came into the hotel braving the heavy snow, Zhang Guan walked subconsciously on the windward side, helping Sharapova to block more snow flakes, but the actual effect was not very good, Sharapova also had With a height of more than 1.8 meters, it is only a little shorter than Zhang Guan, so when the two rushed into the hotel, they had become snowmen.

The front desk staff glanced at both of them, then lowered their heads and continued to work. Come to a high-end hotel like a man and a woman, think about what to do with your ass. Those who can live in high-end hotels are rich people, and rich people also pay attention to their privacy. This kind of thing is still pretending not to be seen.

Zhang Guan secretly gave a praise to the front desk staff, and then took Sharapova straight to the elevator. He was naturally not stupid enough to open a separate room for Sharapova, took a beautiful woman into the hotel, and then opened a separate room for the beautiful girl. This was definitely not something that people did.

And there is a faint expectation in Zhang Guan's heart.

Sharapova also did not propose to open a separate room, so he followed Zhang Guan and got on the elevator.

The white snow on the grass outside the window makes the outdoors not so dark. At this time, the sky, the underground, and the office are all gray white, but the inside is still warm.

The two entered the room, and two embarrassed figures appeared on the mirror in front of the door. The snow on them has melted, their hair and clothes are all wet, and their faces are even more covered with snowdrops of melted snow.

"I want to take a bath." Sharapova said suddenly.

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

"This is a star-rated hotel, how to get a glass wall like an express hotel." The Zhang Guan secretly vomited a bit, but the psychology was a little bit beautiful.

It seems that Sharapova didn't care about it at all. She took off her coat and walked in. After a while, the sound of flushing sounded, but Zhang Guan seemed restless outside. He can see her figure through the glass wall, of course, it is only the figure, and the details are not clear, but even so, he still feels bloody, and keeps thinking of the Aegean seaside in his mind. That night.

Finally, after Sharapova finished washing, she came out wrapped in a bath towel, but after all, she had a height of more than 1.8 meters. The size of a conventional bath towel can only barely cover the part that should be covered, but it looks even more Tempting.

Zhang Guan looked at Sharapova with a dull face. He suddenly felt that the hotel was so considerate. This bath towel might be a little small for Sharapova, but Zhang Guan felt just right.

Sharapova saw the expression of Zhang Guan, her face turned red, and she asked, "Aren’t you going to wash? If you don’t take a hot bath, you may catch a cold."

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

Zhang Guan started to get up, he didn’t know if this was a hint from the other party, or whether the Western girl had been so open, or she simply thought too much.

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

"Are you breaking the world record again?" Sharapova looked at Zhang Guan with a hint of surprise in her eyes and a little admiration.

It is human nature to worship the strong, especially the fighting nation, and it is highly respected by the strong. Although Sharapova is a Grand Slam tennis player, after all, she is still 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 Sharapovaken followed Zhang Guan. Although that night was an accident, in all fairness, Zhang Guan was indeed excellent, and she did not hate him.

"This is just a record of a 60-meter indoor sprint. It's not as good as a 100-meter sprint." Zhang Guan sat close to Sharapova and tried to look natural.

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

"This Oriental looks very strong, with strong muscles and should be very powerful!" Sharapova suddenly remembered the night on the Aegean sea, and immediately realized that Zhang Guan was indeed very powerful. You can experience it by yourself.

The two did not speak. The air seemed to solidify, but the atmosphere was not embarrassing. Instead, there was a special atmosphere, like a little crystal liquid overflowing in the distillery after distillation on the heavy stove, exuding a charming fragrance Whether or not you have the opportunity to taste ~IndoMTL.com~ is exciting.

Unconsciously, the two faced each other. They looked at each other without looking away.

A little time passed, neither of them spoke, but intuitively told Zhang Guan, what should I do now.

The next second, Zhang Guan grabbed Sharapova. He didn't know why he was so irrational, but obviously he was not going to talk about reason at this time.

It seems that Sharapova has already been prepared, arms around Zhang Guan's neck.

This moment is coming too suddenly, maybe neither of them thought of it, or maybe they did not realize it at all, and their subconscious has been silently looking forward to this moment.

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

But at this moment, it is really not the time to speak reason. (To be continued.)

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