Almighty Athlete Chapter 194: Fatal error

When Zhang Guan arrived in Mumbai, it was already late at night.

Mumbai is the biggest city in India anyway. It’s not easy to find someone in a city.

However, Zhang Guan is not completely without goals. After he got on the taxi, he started to ask the driver about the best hotels in Mumbai.

"Are you asking the best hotel in Mumbai? This is really not a good answer. There are many hotels in Mumbai that are very good." The taxi driver replied.

"Which one is more characteristic?" Zhang Guan then asked.

"If you talk about the most distinctive features, it is the Taj Mahal Hotel. This hotel has a history of more than 100 years, and has hosted many politicians, the US president, the European royal nobles, There are also many well-known entrepreneurs who will stay at the Taj Mahal Hotel when they visit Mumbai. In general, it is the most popular hotel for foreigners." The taxi driver said.

"The Taj Mahal Hotel, this name sounds familiar." Zhang Guan said.

"Yeah, many foreigners think this hotel is related to the Taj Mahal, but in fact there is no connection between the two. Taj Mahal is derived from Arabic and means the place where the crown is placed. "The taxi driver said very talkatively.

"It turns out so." Zhang Guan nodded, but he felt that the name of the hotel was familiar, definitely not because of the Taj Mahal, but because he really heard of the name of the hotel.

"Where have you heard it? I can't remember it at all." Zhang Guan shook his head.

"Sir, are you going there?" the taxi driver asked.

"Yes, just go there!" Zhang Guan said.

"Historical history, great reputation, and a place popular with foreigners, I think Martha is likely to live there." Zhang Guan thought silently.

......

"Hello, please help me check which room Ms. Sharapova lives in." Zhang Guan directly handed out the tip.

Zhang Guan does not actually know whether Sharapova stayed in this hotel, but if he asked Sharapova if he lived here, the other party might not tell him at all, but asked directly which room he lived in More like a real visitor, there is a chance to ask and pick it up.

However, the management of the Taj Mahal Hotel is obviously much stricter. At least the front desk staff was not tempted by $200.

"Sorry, this gentleman, we can't disclose the privacy of guests." The front desk staff said. If it's not that Zhang Guan is a foreigner, perhaps this front desk has already called someone to blast Zhang Guan away.

"What happened?" The manager walked over and asked.

"This gentleman wants to ask me for customer information." The front desk said.

"I'm very sorry, sir, we can't divulge the privacy of the guests." The manager made a gesture of asking for the Zhang Guan to leave.

"The girlfriend I'm looking for." Zhang Guan took off his sunglasses during the talk, revealing his appearance.

"Oh, my God! You are Zhang Guan!" the manager whispered. As a lobby manager of a top hotel in India, of course, he must know the celebrities of the world, the face of Zhang Guan, he is very familiar.

"Are you looking for your girlfriend? Are you referring to Ms. Sharapova?" the lobby manager asked.

"Yes. But she didn't know that I was here. I want to surprise her." Zhang Guan said.

"I understand, I understand!" The lobby manager hesitated and finally whispered: "But we still can't tell you which room she lives in. I'm sorry."

After the lobby manager finished speaking, he blinked at Zhang Guan, and then said loudly to the front desk staff: "Is room 422 overhauled for air conditioning? The lady who just moved into room 422 is a tennis slam The champion is our distinguished guest."

"Thank you!" said Zhang Guan.

This kind of thing like air conditioning maintenance has nothing to do with the hotel’s front desk. Obviously, the manager’s words were deliberately told to Zhang Guan. The ladies of tennis grand slam, of course, refer to Sharapova. According to the regulations, the manager cannot disclose the privacy of the guests, but if the guest overhears himself, then he does not care about the manager.

So Zhang Guan took the elevator and ran directly to Room 422.

......

The door bell awakened Sharapova. She walked to the door and saw the familiar face through the cat's eyes.

"He's here!" Sharapova hesitated for half a minute and finally opened them.

"How did you find it?" Sharapova asked.

"Good luck, when I came to Mumbai, the first hotel I found was here." Zhang Guan walked into the room. Instead of restraining himself, he asked directly, "Why reject me?"

"It's not your problem, it's me. I still don't want to get married." Sharapova closed the door and motioned for Zhang Guan to sit down.

Zhang Guan was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said: "I'm sorry, maybe I will be wrong. I think, I love you, I should give you a promise, a family, is for you A promise of happiness."

"I said, it's not your problem." Sharapova sat opposite Zhang Guan, and she continued: "I know you love me, but have you considered my thoughts?"

"I have, I take your thoughts into consideration, so I..."

"No, you don't have!" Sharapova interrupted Zhang Guan. He continued: "At the Olympics, you won 10 gold medals, you broke the world record for seven events, you got tennis Jin Slam, you also defeated the American Dream Team. Yes, you are the greatest athlete in the world. You have realized your dream, and me?"

Sharapova took a deep breath and then said: "I also have my own dream. I want to get a slam, and I want to get a gold slam! I am not you, you only need one I can get a Grand Slam in 1 year, and I have practiced for more than ten years before I finally won a Wimbledon champion. Yes, I do have three Grand Slams in my hand, but I have I feel that I am getting farther and farther from the slam, and my injury has already made me unable to go on!"

"I'm still the last French Open champion, I want to get her! So I don't want to end up, I don't want to be bound by my family, I still have to pursue my dream!"

Sharapova finished his breath in one breath, his chest undulating, and his eyes were even more sparkling.

"Family is not a bondage, I don't think this is a conflict!" Zhang Guan said subconsciously, at this time he is more like looking for a reason to prove himself right.

"No conflict? How could it not be? Family, living together is the family! If you only meet a few times a year, it is more like a "husband" or "wife"! That is not true Family. If we really form a family, we both have to give up something." Sharapova took a deep breath, and then said: "I know you are a genius, a strange field of sports, you may only need You can get familiar with it in a few days, maybe it takes only one month to become a world champion, you can not train for a year, and then you can still break the world record on the field, but not everyone can do this, or this world No one can do this except you, do you understand?"

Zhang Guan's body shuddered, and he understood what Sharapova wanted to express.

She is an athlete. If she wants to maintain her status, she has to put in a lot of training and a lot of competitions. She can’t become a master of sports like Zhang Guan. After learning a few skills, she will become a master of sports and fill a few bottles of medicine In terms of physical strength, she became a master of sports after reading a few experience books. Her success is a little accumulation, and all these accumulations take time.

So for Sharapova, a family really looks like a bondage.

"I will not affect you." Zhang Guan then said: "I don't want to give up the game, I can stay with you, I can stay with you, train with you, play with you..."

"Can you?" Sharapova asked rhetorically.

"I..." Zhang Guan hesitated. The word "neng" reached his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

Because he can’t!

The current Zhang Guan really bears too much, let’s not talk about the piece of commercial value first. It’s just that he represents a banner of Chinese sports. Because of this, he can’t give up and retreat in any way. He It must stand firm there, like a lighthouse in the distance, illuminating the surroundings, and providing countless sports athletes with a direction to move forward.

At this moment, a feeling of powerlessness rose from Zhang Guan's heart. He had never felt it before. It was the feeling of a loser. He laughed bitterly at himself, and his smile was full of sorrow for himself.

"Boom!" A sound suddenly sounded from outside, and the chandelier on the ceiling vibrated.

"What's the matter? Earthquake?" Zhang Guan was slightly surprised.

"Da Da Da Da Da Da Da..." The sound of continuous firecrackers came, and Zhang Guan looked surprised.

"It's not the Chinese New Year, who is setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night? No, this is India. How can firecrackers be fired." Zhang Guan stood up fiercely and wanted to go out to see what happened.

However, his arm was caught by Sharapova, and Zhang Guan turned back and saw Sharapova's face in horror.

"That's a gunshot! Don't go out! It's a gunfight!" Sharapova said.

"Gunshot?" Zhang Guan also recovered. Zhang Guan, who grew up in China, of course it is impossible to think of it as a gunshot the first time. Any one of us will hear a "slap" on the street, and we will often think that a bad luck car tire has burst. . As for firearms, it is estimated that many people have never seen a real gun.

But Sharapova experienced the disintegration of the Soviet Union and grew up in the United States, so she heard the first time, it was gunshots. Any American is educated as a child, and when he hears this sound, he lies on the ground or finds a place to hide in the first place~IndoMTL.com~gunfire? How can there be gunshots? That said, the bang just now is not..."

"Boom!" The same kind of voice just now sounded.

"It's a bomb!" Sharapova said.

"Gunshots, bombs, Mumbai!" Zhang Guan was startled. He seemed to remember something, and then took out his phone violently.

"Yes, call the police!" Sharapova said.

However, Zhang Guan is not for alarm, but to see the date displayed on the phone.

"Oops, it's over!" Zhang Guan suddenly discovered that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake, and he forgot a very important thing.

"No wonder I heard the name of this Taj Mahal hotel before and felt familiar. It turned out to be like this. If I remembered it earlier, I just took Martha and ran! I don’t know if it’s too late? It may really be dead!" Zhang Guan's eyes were full of fear. (To be continued.) Activate new URL