“……Chen Yingxiong suddenly struck by injury! Has missed team training for two consecutive days!"

"Advocaat said at the press conference that Hero's injury was just a minor one. We believed him the first day, but when Hero still couldn't appear on the training ground the second day… no one believes him!"

"Obviously, Chen Yingxiong, the main striker of Zenit St. Petersburg, has encountered trouble, and Zenit has also encountered trouble. I don't think this is a minor injury. He hasn't trained with the team for two consecutive days. Can this still be called a minor injury?"

"With the league entering the sprint stage, what does Hero's injury bring to Zenit? I'm afraid Advocaat is having a headache now!"

……

The media are rushing to report Chen Yingxiong's injury, just as Advocaat thought, no one believes him when he says Chen Yingxiong has a minor injury!

Everyone is flocking to think in the direction of serious injuries.

Some media have even boldly issued such predictions: “…Chen Yingxiong will most likely miss all the remaining games of this season, and will certainly miss all the UEFA Cup group stage games—if Zenit can make it to the UEFA Cup main round…”

"According to sources, Chen Yingxiong's injury is very serious, and the club is already considering whether to perform surgery on him…"

Chen Yingxiong didn't know whether to laugh or cry after seeing such news. He found that reporters all over the world are the same. They are all from YY novel backgrounds, with excellent brainpower and imagination. They are best at discovering what they think is the truth from a little clue, and then follow the vine and create an overhead world out of thin air in their minds. The biggest difference between this world and the real world is—they are nothing alike!

When Advocaat decided to implement this plan, he imposed a gag order on Chen Yingxiong, requiring him not to talk nonsense everywhere. He knows that Chen Yingxiong is the most popular star among the media, and it is difficult to guarantee that he will not say something confidential under the siege of many reporters.

So Chen Yingxiong is feeling stifled now.

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

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"…We have witnessed countless talented geniuses who were not defeated by the fame and fortune of the dazzling world after becoming famous at a young age, but were defeated by injuries. Now it seems that Chen Yingxiong, who is only nineteen years old, is facing a serious injury. Is this another prelude to the story of 'injury destroys genius'?"

Sharapova was stunned when she saw this news in the newspaper—that strong-as-an-ox bastard got injured?

When Chen Yingxiong broke the goal drought and showed off his back tattoo in front of the TV camera, she could see that his muscles seemed a little stronger than before. How could he be injured?

Some reports said that Chen Yingxiong's injured area was his calf, possibly a calf fracture, which was caused by a collision with a teammate during training.

Sharapova found it strange. Chen Yingxiong's body colliding with a teammate could break his leg bone. What kind of collision would that be? And the other person is fine?

She ran to the official website of Zenit St. Petersburg to find news about the injury. The news did mention Chen Yingxiong's injury, but it didn't mention how he was injured, and there were no reports of other players being injured at the same time.

Strange…

Sharapova was a little suspicious, but almost all the media confidently said that Chen Yingxiong was injured, and the injury must be serious, she also doubted her own judgment.

She suddenly patted her head. Listening to others always makes it difficult to know whether it is true or false, so why not go and see for herself? Anyway, she is in Moscow.

Sharapova returned to Moscow this time to participate in a commercial event. The brand she represents needs her to attend the opening ceremony of a专卖店 in Moscow.

After attending the ceremony and accepting a round of interviews with the media, there will be nothing else to do.

Logically, 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.

"Eh?" Agent Eisenbud was a little surprised. "Do you have anything else to do in Russia?"

As an agent, he knows Sharapova's itinerary very well, because these itineraries are arranged by him for Sharapova, but Sharapova suddenly told him that there are other schedules, how could he not be surprised?

"Well, I plan to relax. Don't you think the training was too hard some time ago, 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…" Eisenbud said dumbfounded.

"I know, but I always have to have some privacy, right?"

Seeing Sharapova insist on not saying, Eisenbud had to sigh: "Okay, but keep in touch at all times, I don't want to not know what you are doing when your father asks me… don't be like last time…"

The "last time" he said refers to Sharapova getting drunk in a bar and then losing contact with him, the agent, for a whole night and a half day.

He was so anxious at the time, but he didn't dare to tell Maria's father, for fear that this grumpy Russian would fire him in a fit of anger…

Sharapova's face turned red when she heard Eisenbud mention that incident, and she said: "Don't worry, I will keep in touch with you at any time."

She thought to herself, this time she probably won't get drunk and confused and go to bed with a man…

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

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Chen Yingxiong was quite surprised when he received the call from Sharapova, and this surprise was naturally reflected in his tone: "Huh, why are you calling?"

Sharapova didn't hang up the phone directly this time, but rolled her eyes. She is used to Chen Yingxiong's performance.

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

"Uh…" Chen Yingxiong also felt that his question was strange.

If he were to ask what kind of relationship he has with Sharapova now, he would still hesitate for a long time. He always feels that he and this woman are not like friends, but if they are not friends, why do they occasionally send text messages and chat for a long time? But if they are friends, it would be a bit too cold, right?

"No, I'm just surprised, a little surprised…" he could only explain in the end. He couldn't say exactly why he was surprised, and what was worth being surprised about.

Sharapova rolled her eyes: "I haven't had dinner yet."

Chen Yingxiong was stunned for a moment, thinking that this woman has a problem, what does it have to do with me that you haven't had dinner?

"Oh, then go eat."

Sharapova was so angry that she was smoking, isn't it said that this bastard is very good at coaxing girls? Is this how he coaxes them!

"I'm in St. Petersburg." She simply said directly.

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

"Hey!" Sharapova was really annoyed by Chen Yingxiong, what kind of way is this to talk? "What do you mean why am I in St. Petersburg again? Can't I come? Is St. Petersburg your home!"

When Sharapova first knew that Chen Yingxiong's injury was serious, she said she would come to see him, but now she doesn't have this idea at all, and even feels that she is too much… 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 very annoying floated over: "Ah, I know a good Chinese restaurant, are you interested?"

Sharapova's phone was already away from her ear, but when she suddenly heard this sentence, her hand froze in place.

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

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

"Oh." Sharapova nodded.

"Is there anything wrong?" Chen Yingxiong asked.

"Nothing, I just want to say… if you drive like this, I won't be able to have dinner by eleven o'clock."

"You think I'm driving too slow?"

"It's not driving slow, it's very, very slow! A bicycle can overtake you!"

"This is safe driving!"

"Just admit you're timid…"

"I'm telling you, don't offend anyone, especially the driver!" Chen Yingxiong raised a finger and pointed at Sharapova.

Sharapova rolled her eyes and said nothing.

At this moment, her stomach made a loud noise—she was hungry.

Hearing this sound, Chen Yingxiong laughed loudly.

Sharapova's cheeks were flushed, and she was a little embarrassed by this sound. But after hearing Chen Yingxiong's laughter, she glared angrily at this heartless bastard, not knowing who caused her to be so hungry!

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

This is so inexplicable!

She said to herself in her heart.

Why should I accept his suggestion to eat some 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 glove compartment, you can take some to fill your stomach."

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

Before she finished speaking, her stomach made another "Grumble—" sound.

"Pfft!" Chen Yingxiong laughed again.

Sharapova glared at him, pulled open the glove compartment in front of the passenger seat, and there was indeed a pack of Oreos lying inside, unopened.

She found that there is no need to be polite with this person! There is no need to be angry with him, because in the end, she will only make herself angry…

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

In front of this bastard, she never pretends to be a gentle and elegant lady, and she doesn't pay attention to any etiquette. Because she found that these are useless.

But there is one thing she didn't realize.

That is—only in front of him can she put aside all pretense, be her true self… and not feel anything bad about it.

Chapter 165 Oreo