Maria Sharapova opened her eyes groggily and found herself lying in a bed. The surroundings were unfamiliar.

"Damn it...where am I?" She tried to get up, but a splitting headache prevented her. She remembered that yesterday, due to a shoulder injury, she had reluctantly given up the rest of the season's competitions. Feeling depressed, she came to St. Petersburg to relax and unwind, inadvertently entering a bar, intending to drown her sorrows in alcohol.

She drank a lot of alcohol alone, and then a man came over. It seemed she chatted quite happily with him, and they drank a lot of alcohol together...

A man?

She suddenly woke up and turned her head to look beside her—as expected, there was a man lying there!

A man!!

What shocked her even more was the bulge between the man's legs... it was already standing tall!

Sharapova was not an innocent girl who didn't know anything. She knew exactly what this meant.

She quickly grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, then exerted all her strength and kicked the strange man!

There was a scream, and the man rolled off the bed...

Chen Yingxiong was dreaming, dreaming that he was kissing a blonde beauty. The blonde was almost naked, without a stitch of clothing. After kissing, it was natural to go straight to the point, to score.

Just at this crucial moment, the dream suddenly started, and the naked blonde beauty disappeared before his eyes. He only felt a dizzy spell, and then he landed...

His crotch hit the ground first, and his bones, separated by a thin layer of skin, made intimate contact with the wooden floor, causing him to scream in pain, and then he suddenly opened his eyes... and woke up.

One half of Chen Yingxiong's butt was on the ground, while the other half was against the edge of the bed. He supported his body with a crooked neck, and the whole person fell to the ground in a twisted and skewed position.

He looked at everything in front of him, which was both familiar and strange. Familiar because this was his home, no doubt. Strange because this was the first time he had observed his bedroom door and wardrobe from this angle...

Huh?

He reacted.

Usually, I should be lying properly on the bed, but why am I sleeping on the floor like this today, forming the third side of a triangle with the floor and the edge of the bed?

I don't usually toss and turn in my sleep...

Chen Yingxiong couldn't figure it out, but first he had to change his posture, because his neck couldn't take it for long in this position. He didn't want to be the first player to be sidelined with a neck injury from falling out of bed, that would be too embarrassing!

So he used his strength to flip over from the floor and climbed up.

As soon as he got up, he saw a woman lying on the bed, glaring at him.

A woman?

A woman!

Damn, when did I bring a woman back yesterday?

Wait, what did I do yesterday?

I went to the bar with Denisov and the others to drink, chat, and have fun, and then they seemed to ask me to invite a woman who was alone. Then I went over, and I chatted with her. It seemed that we had a good time chatting. And then what?

He couldn't remember. He only remembered drinking a lot of alcohol.

What exactly happened then?

Damn it...

Every time I drink too much, I have a brief amnesia from the hangover!

What the hell did I do yesterday?!

Chen Yingxiong really wanted to roar at the sky, if only God could know what he did last night.

Sharapova glared at the bewildered man in front of her.

Didn't he remember what he did to her yesterday?

Of course, she didn't actually remember what she did yesterday either... but things had already come to this, what was there to remember!

A man and a woman, lying in bed, wasn't that obvious enough?

She especially regretted that her kick just now should have directly hit the thing that was sticking up high on him, directly turning this despicable and shameless bastard who got her drunk and then did that to her into a eunuch!

Chen Yingxiong looked at the woman who was glaring at him, and felt that staring at each other like this was not a solution. If there was a problem, it had to be solved. If he accidentally slept with someone... uh, if she was a prostitute, then he would just pay her off. What if she wasn't... what should he do? Would she accuse him of rape?

Chen Yingxiong was especially frightened at the thought of this. Similar scandals in the world of football were not uncommon. There had been several in the English Premier League. But those guys had power and influence, what did he have?

If that were the case, wouldn't his career be ruined? No, he had to communicate with the other party, and persuade her with virtue...

"Um..." he tried to communicate with the strange woman.

"Bastard!" Sharapova cursed.

"It's like this..."

"Despicable and shameless!"

"I think..."

"Damn scoundrel!"

"Should we..."

"Go to hell! Go to hell!!"

"Enough!" Chen Yingxiong was not a good-tempered person to begin with. He had been interrupted by the other party's profanity, and Chen Yingxiong could no longer hold back. He roared at her.

"Get out of here—!!" Unexpectedly, the woman's voice was even louder than his. She pointed to the door and shouted. The loud voice startled Chen Yingxiong—if he knew that Sharapova often caused opponents to protest to the event organizers because of her loud shouts during matches, and that her voice even exceeded one hundred decibels, he wouldn't have been surprised.

Chen Yingxiong was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "This is my house, why the hell should I get out?!"

Sharapova was also stunned for a moment, and then realized that what she had just said was really illogical. It seemed that she was going crazy. She was definitely not the kind of person who could be easily slept with by a man in a confused state!

Extremely angry, she lifted the quilt: "Fine! I'll leave!!"

When the quilt was lifted, she was stunned...

Because she found that the camisole on her body and the tight jeans on her legs were still intact...

Chen Yingxiong thought he would see a naked beauty, but... he also realized at this moment, looked down at himself—it turned out that he was also wearing yesterday's clothes!

Damn! If I really slept with that girl, how could I be dressed like this?

His mind quickly calculated at this critical moment—in other words, I didn't actually do anything with her last night?!

Oh my god! You scared me to death!!

Chen Yingxiong, who was still worried about being accused of rape just now, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart fell back to its original place.

Sharapova looked at the intact clothes on her body in surprise—if there was anything untidy, it was because she had been sleeping on the bed and wrinkled them...

Chen Yingxiong was the first to react. He hadn't done anything to this woman, which meant that the girl's scolding just now was unreasonable and unfounded! Now it was his turn to be arrogant!

Hey!

He smiled, and said to the woman in front of him with a mocking smile: "Oh dear. Dear Miss, did you think I was the despicable and shameless bastard who got you drunk and then circle-circle-crossed you? You should also look in the mirror, with your appearance? Even if you gave yourself to me to circle-circle-cross, I wouldn't want it!"

What do girls hate the most about others saying about her? In addition to slandering her reputation, it is naturally scolding her for being ugly...

Chen Yingxiong was now scolding this girl for being an ugly monster.

After discovering the truth, Sharapova did have a brief moment of feeling sorry for misunderstanding the young man in front of her.

But when she heard Chen Yingxiong actually scolding her for being an ugly monster, the little bit of apology that had just emerged instantly disappeared, replaced by a burst of anger: "Ugly monster? How dare you call me an ugly monster?"

Sharapova, who had just celebrated her twentieth birthday, was known as the "most beautiful girl in women's tennis." She was confident in her appearance, and no one around her had ever said that she was ugly. Like the stars surrounding the moon, she was carefully cared for in the palm of everyone's hand.

Who would have thought that this man would dare to say she was ugly?!

"Look at your shoulders, they're so broad! You have so many muscles on your arms! Your skin isn't good either... what qualifications do you have to think you're a beauty?" Chen Yingxiong shrugged and curled his lips, his expression like he was picking a piece of pork at the market.

The reason why Sharapova's shoulders were broad and her arms had so many muscles was because she played tennis. She trained her upper body strength. If her shoulders weren't wide enough and her arms didn't have muscles, she would have no foundation in the fiercely competitive and cruel world of professional tennis.

Sharapova had already accumulated a lot of negative emotions recently because of her shoulder injury.

In particular, the decision to withdraw from all the competitions in the 2007 season had a great impact on her. She had high hopes for this season, and she knew that her fans and the media also had high hopes. She didn't want to disappoint others, but in the end, she still disappointed them—she knew that when she announced her withdrawal from the entire 2007 season, a voice had already emerged: "Maria Sharapova is already on the decline of her career. Frequent injuries will ruthlessly destroy her!"

But she was a public figure, she couldn't just lose her temper. She couldn't even show frustration and weakness in front of her agent and father, because that would make them worry.

She could only suppress all her emotions in her heart, digest them alone, and drown her sorrows in alcohol.

Now, Chen Yingxiong mentioned her broad and powerful shoulders and arms, which were the areas where her injuries were concentrated. He complained that her shoulders were broad and her arms had too many muscles, that she wasn't beautiful, but she now wished she had more muscles on her arms and that her shoulders could be more powerful, so that she wouldn't be troubled by injuries... Chen Yingxiong's words were like sprinkling salt on her wounds.

Her anger burned like a wildfire meeting dry grass!

"Whether I'm a beauty or not is none of your business! You animal who thinks with your lower body! Look at your disgusting thing!" She pointed to Chen Yingxiong's crotch, although after the previous scare, that thing was still stubbornly erect, just like Chen Yingxiong's personality...

Chen Yingxiong looked down, and didn't hide anything. Instead, he stubbornly stood up straight, very proud of how long and strong his thing was.

"What's wrong with my thing is none of your business!" Chen Yingxiong said with a double meaning. None of your business meant that he hadn't done anything to her before, and that she shouldn't slander him and call a deer a horse. "But you opened your mouth and cursed me, do you really think I have a good temper? If I hadn't helped you back last night, where would you be, and what would have happened, only ghosts know! But one thing I'm sure of, you would definitely be ten thousand times worse off than you are now! At least you wouldn't be able to stand in front of me, fully clothed and unscathed, and curse me!"

Chen Yingxiong's verbal skills were not weak either, especially since he felt that he was in the right! If he had done something, he would admit to being scolded for being despicable, shameless, and lewd, but he hadn't done anything! Trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice used to lure it, that was the mood he was in...

"Can I sue you for defamation and extortion, little girl!" Chen Yingxiong didn't know how to cherish women when facing a girl, which seemed too different from his previous style of chasing girls.

"Extort you? What do you have that's worth me extorting? Poor boy!" Sharapova laughed angrily. I make more than twenty million a year, extort a poor boy like you? People all over the world would laugh their heads off if they heard that!

Chen Yingxiong's salary alone was 160,000 euros a month, which was 1.92 million euros a year. This didn't include those goal bonuses, appearance bonuses, win bonuses and other miscellaneous income. A person with an annual income of more than two million euros could definitely not be considered "poor."

But the problem was that neither of them knew the other's details... After arguing for so long, Chen Yingxiong didn't even know who the person in front of him was—who told him to be uninterested in tennis and never watch tennis matches? As for Sharapova, naturally there was no reason to pay attention to a guy who was still a nobody to the whole world...

Currently, Chen Yingxiong was one of the highest-paid players in the club, which had always been something he was proud of.

Who would have thought that a woman who didn't know where she came from would say that he was a "poor boy." Chen Yingxiong decided to show her some color.

"Poor? Haha, I don't think you're qualified to say I'm poor in front of me, little girl!" Chen Yingxiong was so angry that he even changed his address.

"Not qualified? Do you know who I am!" Sharapova was only twenty years old and still had some childish temper.

"I don't care who you are! Ugly monster!"

"Disgusting man!"

"Premature menopausal ugly woman!"

"A beast with a mind full of sex!"

"A brainless idiot woman with small breasts!"

"A pathetic man with a big thing down there but nowhere to use it!"

……

The two of them had obviously forgotten how happy they were chatting and drinking together last night. Chen Yingxiong even made up a limerick to comfort Sharapova, who was in a bad mood...

"You have to apologize to me for your attitude just now! I didn't do anything, why should I be insulted and misunderstood by you for no reason?" This was the most wronged place Chen Yingxiong felt—my innocence!

"You didn't do anything? The reason you didn't do anything is because you incompetent man drank too much! You scoundrel! If you hadn't drunk too much, would you have done nothing?! You incompetent trash! You still have the nerve to say you didn't do anything?!"

Sarah only felt her cheeks burning as if they were about to catch fire. She knew it wasn't shyness or anything, but fire-like anger.

At the moment, her speech was extremely clear, and all kinds of insulting words were sprayed out uncontrollably like bullets, but her mind was in chaos.

She knew that she was being unreasonable. This man had not done anything to her, but a strange rage had completely seized her, making her unable to control her emotions at all.

This kind of indignation, helplessness, anxiety, and despair had accumulated in her heart for a long time. It had always been suppressed for various reasons. At this time, she felt like she had found a breakthrough—emotions were erupting like lava, she knew she was being unreasonable, but she felt happy—very happy.

This emotion was not only caused by this shoulder injury. The shoulder injury was only a part of it. As early as when she won the Wimbledon Grand Slam title at the age of seventeen, this emotion had gradually entangled her. She became famous overnight, the media hyped her up, and her fans increased dramatically. When her world ranking rose to second place, the pressure came to her.

The media and fans, and even her own father, had high expectations for her. As the world's number two player, winning was a must, and losing would be criticized—her starting point was too high, she won the Grand Slam at the age of seventeen, how should she go in her future career? She had to win one championship after another to satisfy these people's appetites. A slight mistake would plunge her into the quagmire of doubts that "Sharapova will become the second Kournikova," but she didn't want to be the second Kournikova who only relied on her beauty to show her face in the tennis world. She wanted to be herself. She didn't want to disappoint others, and she didn't want her career to disappear quickly, like a shooting star, just after it had begun to bloom. There were many stars in the tennis world, she wanted to be a star, not a meteor.

Under great pressure, she was often surrounded by feelings of indignation, helplessness, anxiety, and despair. Over time, this emotion grew bigger and bigger, like a stone pressing on her shoulders. Finally, her broad and powerful shoulders could no longer bear the heavy burden and collapsed.

These emotions were like rushing magma, and needed a breakthrough to vent out.

In public, she couldn't do this. But now she was in a relatively closed space, in this person's bedroom, there was no one else except them. She could unscrupulously vent the suppressed emotions and grievances and unwillingness in her heart, without worrying about affecting her brilliant image in front of the media and fans.

Venting!

Sharapova only had this thought in her mind. She thought that maybe letting herself vent would make her feel better. She didn't care whether Chen Yingxiong was wronged or not, she had found him.

Chen Yingxiong didn't know the entanglement behind Sharapova's actions. In his opinion, Sharapova was just an unreasonable ugly monster—he thought Sharapova looked good when he was drunk last night, but his teammates laughed at him. Now anger made the woman in front of him look especially ugly.

Every word Sharapova said was stabbing Chen Yingxiong in the heart. The one thing a man can't tolerate is a woman saying he's incompetent. A man can't say he can't do it, and naturally he can't let others say he's incompetent.

He was furious. If it was a man who was standing in front of him and insulting him like this, he would definitely punch the other party without hesitation. Now, although he clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and glared at the other party, he did not take further action.

He clenched his fists hard, trying to calm his angry mood. But it was a bit difficult. It wasn't that Sharapova's scolding was too harsh, but that the person's voice... was too loud, too ear-piercing! He thought his voice was loud enough, but it was no match for Sharapova's.

What to do? He couldn't hit her, and he couldn't out-curse her.

Fortunately, this woman was still human and needed to take a breath.

Taking advantage of her legendary kung fu, Chen Yingxiong took a step to the side and blocked the bedroom door. The burly guy blocked the door tightly, without any gaps.

"If you insist on being so unreasonable, fine, I don't care anymore! If you don't apologize today, don't even think about getting out of this door!"

He chose the most direct and representative way to resolve the dispute. He wasn't going to argue with a loud-mouthed woman, and he wasn't going to use force. He was just going to block the door. If you have the ability, you can break through from me, if you don't have the ability, then honestly apologize to me!

Sharapova didn't expect this person to make such a childish move. Her face changed. Although she was considered strong as a woman, she was no match for a man like this.

If he really trapped her in this bedroom... she thought of her agent.

She hadn't returned to the hotel all night yesterday and hadn't called her agent. She didn't know how anxious he must be. He must be looking for her everywhere... That's right! Call him, let him come and help her out! It doesn't matter if he doesn't know the location, as long as the phone is on, it can be automatically located, and a search will reveal where she is!

So she took out her phone from her bag, but in the next second she was disappointed... the phone was out of power and automatically turned off!

A dead phone meant that she couldn't contact her agent or call the police. So, in a strange man's house, she really couldn't call for help...

How could she have put herself in such a dangerous situation?

Sharapova began to regret going to the bar yesterday. Now it was considered the best of a bad situation. If that damn rogue hadn't been as drunk as she was, maybe she would have already... She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She was actually a girl who liked to have fun, but it was the first time she had played so dangerously like yesterday... After all, after losing to Serena Williams in the Australian Open final at the beginning of the year by a large margin, she had been suffering from shoulder injuries. Now she was almost unable to hit the ball with force. A few days ago, after careful consideration and multiple discussions with her coach and agent, she finally made a helpless and painful decision—to give up all the remaining games in the 2007 season! Although the 2007 season had only just begun...

Her agent helped her announce this decision, she really didn't know what kind of state she should use to face those reporters and her fans.

So she quietly returned to her motherland, Russia, to relax in beautiful St. Petersburg.

Who would have thought that she would encounter such a situation...

Just as the two of them were in a deadlock, the alarm clock on the bedside suddenly rang without warning!

The loud ringtone startled both of them at the same time.

After realizing that it was just the alarm clock, Sharapova breathed a sigh of relief, while Chen Yingxiong frowned—this alarm meant that he had to get up and go to training.

Today, because of Sharapova's trouble, he woke up a little earlier than usual. Now this time was his normal wake-up time.

After getting up, according to convention, he would wash up, eat a simple breakfast of milk and bread, and then take a taxi to the training base.

But today, he was in a stalemate with a strange woman in his bedroom.

If he continued to block the other party here, he would definitely be late for training. This was a situation he didn't want to see. No matter how crazy he played at the nightclub the day before, he would never be late for training.

This was also the reason why Advocaat mostly acquiesced to him going to nightclubs—Chen Yingxiong's professionalism was not reflected in his private life, but in the training ground and on the field.

Now, was he going to ruin his good reputation for a strange crazy woman?

Chen Yingxiong stared at the alarm clock for a long time, then turned to Sharapova.

Sharapova didn't know why Chen Yingxiong looked so angry and... unwilling when he looked at the alarm clock.

But when he looked at her again, he... let go of the bedroom door!

"Forget it, little girl. You're lucky today, I don't want to argue with you! You go!"

After saying that, he turned and walked to the bathroom, preparing to take a shower and change his clothes—yesterday's clothes were still on his body, all sticky and uncomfortable. Moreover, there was the woman's scent on these clothes! He didn't want to go to training smelling this scent, and then be asked by his unscrupulous friends with a lot of gossip about what happened with that woman last night...

Sharapova was stunned for a moment, not expecting that the other party would let her go so easily?

When she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, she realized that she was really free!

She didn't hesitate any longer and quickly packed her things, preparing to leave this damn place.

She picked up her small bag, wanting to find her sunglasses, and found that they were missing... Maybe she drank too much last night and didn't know where she had thrown them... Forget it, never mind! Leaving quickly was the most important thing at this time!

Sharapova hurriedly fled Chen Yingxiong's apartment. When the door closed behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

That damn scoundrel! Don't let me see you again!

After spitting at the door and making a fierce expression, Sharapova turned and left quickly. The sound of her stiletto heels echoed in the empty corridor.

Across the street from Chen Yingxiong's apartment, there were several cars parked for a long time.

Chen Yingxiong was very familiar with the owners of these cars—they were all entertainment gossip or sports reporters who were squatting and waiting, wanting to take some sensational photos outside his apartment. But they had not been able to get anything—before the new season's training camp, when Chen Yingxiong held a party at home, these reporters hadn't thought of squatting outside Chen Yingxiong's apartment yet.

Chen Yingxiong would also shrug, curl his lips, and make faces at those reporters every day when he went to training, teasing them. "I'm sorry, I've made you wait in vain again!"

But the reporters persevered and continued to wait at the door, like lurking snipers, vowing not to give up until they achieved their goal.

They firmly believed that with Chen Yingxiong's character, it would be strange if there was no news!

So when Maria Sharapova, without any disguise, walked out of the apartment and appeared on the side of the road, looking like she was waiting for a car, all the reporters were shocked!

Someone's cigarette fell directly into the car, and another person moaned in a trembling voice: "God... please forgive me for seeing what I shouldn't have seen..."

Although they knew that a person like Chen Yingxiong would definitely have no shortage of women around him, and there would be no shortage of news, no one thought that the first woman to appear in front of everyone would be Maria Sharapova!

A sound of inhalation sounded, followed by the frantic clicking of shutters.

This kid... Chen Yingxiong this kid... is simply a disaster!