NBA's King of Talking

Chapter 126 Girlfriend +1

The waiter came quickly and asked what we wanted.

"What would you like to drink?" Jia Fei asked Sharapova.

“American style, please!” Sharapova replied with a smile.

"Okay, one Americano, no ice!" Jia Fei instructed.

The waiter immediately went back down. He wasn't stupid; what if the waiter stood there like a third wheel and the tip was returned?

Sharapova met Jia Fei's eyes, a little hesitant to look at him. She bit her lip, unsure what to say. Online, she was quite talkative when chatting with him, without any pressure. But seeing him, the pressure suddenly intensified. She even felt her breathing quicken. But as a professional athlete, her lung capacity was naturally greater than the average woman's; this could only mean she was excited.

“We haven’t seen each other in a long time!” Jia Fei said.

“Yes!” Sharapova nodded. “The last time we met was in Miami last year.”

Jia Fei nodded: "Don't you want to know why I'm here today?"

Sharapova nodded.

“My college teammate Kemba Walker is from New York. I would visit his house every offseason, and he invited me here this time!” Jia Fei said.

"Oh, I see!" Sharapova was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this explanation.

“But I didn’t agree to go until…” Jia Fei stared at Sharapova, “when I learned that you said you were coming to New York for a new product launch, I decided to come!”

After speaking, Sharapova felt her heart begin to race, just like the heartbeat she experienced while running on the tennis court. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Is everything you're saying true?" Sharapova's eyes shone brightly, and combined with her glossy lips, she looked even more beautiful and charming.

Jia Fei nodded solemnly.

……

In the evening, on the banks of the Hudson River, Jia Fei held Maria Sharapova's hand as they strolled through the park after the product launch.

“Jia Fei, I never imagined I’d be taking a walk with you here. Today feels like a dream!” Sharapova murmured.

“Yes, I was also a little surprised that you came to New York, so it’s a kind of fate!” Jia Fei said.

A gentle breeze blew across their faces, a pleasant sensation. The two stopped, Sharapova leaning against Jia Fei's arm, looking so delicate and submissive—it was hard to imagine her fierce, polar bear-like presence on the court.

Everyone has two sides. Even a tough woman like Serena Williams has a soft side, but she usually doesn't show it easily.

Sharapova turned her head, raised her head slightly, and looked at Jia Fei: "Jia Fei, do you like me?"

Jia Fei didn't answer; he simply lowered his head and kissed her lips. She quickly responded, her voice passionate and her breathing rapid.

After the kiss, Sharapova leaned against Jia Fei's chest and murmured, "I understand!"

Jia Fei gently stroked her golden hair, so tenderly and affectionately.

Jia Fei was certainly no novice when it came to love. He knew that for a woman, a man's confession was sometimes pale and powerless, while actions were the best confession.

Many inexperienced young people think that a classic love confession is the key to winning over a girl, like the "Once upon a time..." line from the movie "A Chinese Odyssey." But in reality, many girls don't fall for that.

If she has truly fallen in love with you, such a classic confession can certainly add spice to the relationship. But if the feelings haven't warmed up yet, expecting to use this to win her over is simply wishful thinking.

Around 11 p.m., Jia Fei took Sharapova to her hotel to rest.

"Would you like to come up and have a seat?" Sharapova extended an invitation.

"No, I really want to stay with you some more, but you need to rest now. Okay, bye!" Jia Fei declined her invitation with concern in his words.

Sharapova was not disappointed at all; on the contrary, she was happy that Jia Fei had not accepted her invitation. She had just wanted to test him to see if he was really only after her body. It seemed that was not the case; he respected her and cared about her.

Sharapova and Jia Fei said goodbye, and the two parted ways reluctantly at the hotel entrance.

After parting ways with Sharapova, Jia Fei took a taxi back to Kemba Walker's house.

Upon arriving at Kemba Walker's house, he sent a message to Sharapova and saw Art Mayork and Kemba Walker playing video games in the living room.

"You're back, our busy man!" Kemba Walker said, his eyes still glued to the screen. He hadn't even seen Jia Fei; he could hear it coming from his footsteps.

"Hmm, Art, how's your chrysanthemum?" Jia Fei asked. He was actually surprised that these two guys weren't asleep yet.

Art Mayor was stunned. His character in the game had been killed by the other party. He turned to look at Jia Fei, his eyes full of stories.

"I understand. We won't eat Sichuan food next time. Let's just eat something lighter!" Jia Fei had experienced the bitterness of chrysanthemums withering and wounds scattered all over the ground. Some people like this feeling, but such people are ultimately a minority!

“Jay, shall we go see the Statue of Liberty tomorrow?” Kemba Walker asked.

“Great, there’s nothing wrong with that!” Jia Fei said. He had been there once and found it very impressive, so naturally he wanted to go again.

The following morning, Jia Fei and two others went to see the Statue of Liberty on Liberty Island.

From a distance, the Statue of Liberty doesn't seem that big, but up close, it's truly enormous. Weighing 45 pounds and standing 46 meters tall, with its pedestal reaching 45 meters, a person standing next to it truly looks like an ant.

That night, Jia Fei and his friends went to a bar to party again. Bars in New York are very open and have a lot of fun. The girls there are also very outgoing; touching someone is nothing, they're just afraid you won't touch them. If you like someone, you can do it that night.

Under the influence of alcohol and stimulated by electronic music, it's easy for something to happen.

Jia Fei and his two companions kept a relatively low profile; they didn't have too much fun and didn't take any girls back to the hotel to continue researching Nuwa's creation techniques.

To Jia Fei's surprise, Art Mayork had also drunk quite a bit that night, yet he wasn't drunk. This showed that it wasn't that his alcohol tolerance had suddenly increased, but rather that the drinks at the bar simply weren't very potent.

The three took a taxi back to Kemba Walker's house, and Jia Fei received a phone call from Sharapova in the car.

"What are you doing today?" Sharapova asked.

"I was drinking with some friends, I'm going home now!" Jia Fei said.

"Oh, I see. Don't drink too much, it's bad for your health!" Sharapova said with concern.

"Okay, I understand. How long will you be staying in New York?"

"I'm leaving tomorrow; I'm going back to Europe!"

"Time to prepare for the French Open!"

"Yes."

I'll take you there tomorrow!

"Really? Okay!"