"I'm saying, even if you're rich, you don't have to waste phone bills like that, do you? Calling and not saying a word, are you trying to scare people?"

Chen Hero's tone was still as annoying as ever.

But this time Sharapova didn't hang up the phone directly in a fit of anger, but laughed silently.

For some reason, during this period, when she was with her coach, her father, her doctor, reporters, and even her fans, she had to try hard to suppress the violent emotions in her heart, so that they wouldn't vent out even a tiny bit, so that others would realize that her emotions were actually out of control. She was a celebrity, an idol, and she needed to pay attention to her image at all times, so as not to give those gossipy media a chance to take advantage of her.

But today, facing the impatient Chen Hero, she felt very relaxed instead, not violent at all. She felt calm, as if she was chatting with an old friend she had known for many years and had a particularly good relationship with. She could do whatever she wanted and not worry about any adverse consequences.

Yes, a friend should be so tolerant. In front of this guy who could let her vent freely—although he was 100% unwilling—Sharapova felt very secure.

Strange.

She didn't have time to think about what was going on. With a smile on her face, she retorted, "You answered but didn't say anything. Who's trying to scare people? You're a man, you should take the initiative!"

"Isn't it ladies first?"

"Stop twisting the concept!" Sharapova raised her voice, tit for tat, not giving in at all.

"You're the one who called me. How would I know what you want... Besides, you still had this number saved?"

"Don't flatter yourself. I just forgot to delete it."

Sharapova didn't know what Chen Hero's expression was when he was talking to her on the phone. Maybe he was really frowning and in great pain? But while she was arguing with Chen Hero, she always had a smile on her face, and the smile was getting stronger and stronger.

Arguing with this person seemed to sweep away all the depressed emotions.

"I'm not flattering myself, so you don't have to explain it right away..."

"How have you been lately?" Sharapova interrupted him.

Chen Hero was stunned for a moment after hearing Sharapova's greeting.

How did the topic and atmosphere turn to this?

Suddenly, the confrontational aura was dissipating.

"Uh, I... huh?" Chen Hero, who had been eloquent when arguing, suddenly stuttered and didn't know what to say.

What was with this sudden, friendly greeting!

Sharapova was a little smug—so you also have times when you're flustered and incoherent? Hahaha!

"Can I ask you to recite that jingle you made up again?" Sharapova continued.

"Huh?" Chen Hero hadn't recovered yet.

"If life deceives you..."

"Ah, oh... oh, that one! I have to think... um, I can't remember."

Chen Hero's words made the expectant Sharapova deflate. She could even imagine the man on the other end of the phone spreading his hands and looking like a rogue. She frowned and shouted, "Why?! How could you do this?!"

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"How could you forget?"

"How would I know! I made it up casually when I was drunk, so naturally I forgot it after waking up!"

Chen Hero mentioned being drunk, and then the two of them thought of what happened that day at the same time, and both fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Speaking of which, they had slept in the same bed, lying on the same bed, covered with the same quilt, and both were wearing clothes... But who knew if there were any unintentional movements after falling asleep at night? Anyway, Sharapova knew that she wasn't the kind of person who slept very well. She liked to hug something. At home, she would naturally hug those large dolls. On Chen Hero's bed, she hugged... She didn't even dare to think about it!

In the end, Chen Hero took the lead in breaking the silence: "Uh, why did you suddenly bring this up?"

Sharapova didn't answer his question, but asked, "Hey, have you ever encountered any setbacks?"

Chen Hero thought of being fired by the domestic club, and he nodded: "Yes."

"The kind of setback that almost makes you want to give up."

"Yes." After being fired by the club, he really thought about giving up for a while, locking himself in the bedroom, playing World of Warcraft day and night, and suddenly wondering what the point of his continued existence was? He couldn't do anything but play football, and now he suddenly didn't even have the chance to play football.

"Then did you give up?"

"No!" Chen Hero said this very loudly and very proudly.

No matter how frustrating the past setbacks were, he didn't give up in the end. Of course, his father contributed to this, and he didn't forget...

"How... can you not give up?"

"This... clench your teeth, clench your fists, and then repeat after me—"

Listening to Chen Hero's words, Sharapova couldn't help but clench her teeth and clench her fists, and then waited for the other side to speak.

"—Fuck it!"

"F..." Sharapova only uttered one syllable before realizing that it was a swear word. It was a swear word!

"Hey!" She protested.

"What? That's how it should be, okay? That's how you have to be when facing difficulties and setbacks."

"Swear?"

"No, don't admit defeat, don't give in to them, don't bow your head to them. For me, swearing is a very good form of expression..."

"Besides swearing? Oh, I mean, besides not admitting defeat?"

"Charge!"

"Charge?"

Sharapova listened with interest.

"Yeah, don't worry about so much, just rush over first, as for the aftereffects after you pass... we'll talk about it then!"

"So simple and crude!" Sharapova curled her lips.

"Hey, but it's very effective. Let me tell you, the simplest and most direct is the most effective..." Chen Hero began to impart his experience to Sharapova.

"I don't think about what to do if I can't get through, and I don't think about what to do if I fail. I just bury my head and rush forward. If setbacks... if they go against me, then I'll fight them to the end!"

Sharapova listened to Chen Hero's reasoning with interest—can you really do it so recklessly?

Since becoming famous at a young age, Sharapova, as the highest-paid female tennis star, and even a female athlete, has had to take more things into consideration. This is not okay, that is not okay. Under such guidance, she has learned to handle everything she encounters in life in a stable manner, including difficult problems.

But sometimes, she still feels confused.

For example, when she became the second in the world, the whole world felt that it was an unforgivable thing for her to lose a game, and she felt particularly tired. Competitive tennis, there are wins and losses, isn't this very normal? Why can't I lose? Do I have to endure so much criticism if I lose?

She has always been under great pressure.

Sharapova, who had just won the Wimbledon championship, was a good girl who had never even drunk alcohol, but now she can even go to a bar alone to drown her sorrows...

Facing pressure and difficulties, Sharapova always tries to take care of everyone's feelings, not to disappoint the coach, not to make her father angry, not to let the media make fun of her, not to disappoint the fans... She carefully dealt with everyone, trying to maintain her image, and struggling to support a "tough" shell. It seems that this way, everyone can be satisfied.

But it makes her exhausted.

Now what Chen Hero is telling her is like a completely strange and new world to her. She has never thought about dealing with problems in such a simple, crude, and direct way before. She always wants skills, skills, and more skills.

So, she is still hesitant.

"I mean if... if I really fail?" she asked cautiously.

"Then find a chance to take revenge and get the place back. Anyway, I definitely can't bear it silently, I can't swallow this breath." Chen Hero paused and asked, "What trouble are you having, woman?"

Sharapova rolled her eyes at Chen Hero's name for her. "No, it's okay."

Chen Hero said oh. "Anyway, if you have any difficulties, don't run away..." He thought of his initial practice of locking himself in the room, escaping reality in World of Warcraft day and night. Thinking about it now, it was really stupid and too silly. "The more you escape, the more difficulties will entangle you. Who told you to be so easy to bully? You can't be too easy to bully. You have to be tough to the end! If you're tough, people will be afraid of you. If anyone bullies you, you bully them back! It's that simple!"

Chen Hero shrugged.

A chuckle suddenly sounded on the other end of the phone: "Like that time?"

Chen Hero was stunned for a moment and realized which "that time" she was talking about. He coughed a little awkwardly: "You still have to be reasonable..."

Hearing him say this a little aggrieved, Sharapova chuckled.

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Sharapova hung up the phone with a relaxed smile on her face. She was in such a good mood that she even wanted to sing out loud.

It was really magical. If her father, coach, or agent saw it, they would definitely be shocked.

Before the phone call, her face was gloomy, cloudy to overcast, but now it was sunny.

Communicating with that Chen Hero could make her feel relaxed without realizing it.

Sharapova found it incredible.

What magic did he have?

Why did she feel unconsciously calm when talking to him?

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Chen Hero didn't understand why Sharapova suddenly called him to talk about these things, but he didn't care. She must have her reasons.

He shrugged and put the phone aside. He closed his eyes and stood in the center of the room. Soon, the light in the air suddenly flickered and twisted, and then quickly, Chen Hero's figure disappeared out of thin air!

He had entered the dungeon.

After entering the dungeon, he did not see the new text message on his phone.

Thank you, man.

Sender: Woman.

Chapter 1 The Beginning