in2ebook Chapter 76 Too much
Chapter 76 Too much
After spending some time signing autographs and taking photos with fans at the player tunnel entrance, Wang Xiucheng finally entered the player tunnel.
Ouyang Na stood there holding a black notebook, looking at Wang Xiucheng with a white towel hanging on his arm, her heart pounding.
I haven't felt this way at first sight in a long time.
The last time I saw him playing basketball was when I was in junior high school.
Ouyang Na thought she would never fall in love with anyone at first sight again.
But she realized she was wrong, and very wrong.
This is no longer love at first sight.
It's a fall!
Wang Xiucheng walked over with a smile, assuming that Ouyang Na had already left.
After the match, he first gave an interview, and then signed autographs and took photos with fans, which took a total of 20 minutes.
Looking up at the boy in front of her, Ouyang Na handed the notebook in her hand to Wang Xiucheng.
Wang Xiucheng stared into Ouyang Na's eyes, seemingly thinking about what to write. After several seconds, he opened his notebook and wrote in Chinese characters:
"Wishing Ms. Ouyang Na to become more and more beautiful and her acting skills to improve. I will always be your fan — Wang Xiucheng."
Wang Xiucheng even drew a small heart under his name.
Returning the notebook to Ouyang Na, Wang Xiucheng said with some regret, "I'm going back to Houston soon, otherwise I would have asked you to show me around Boston properly."
Berklee College of Music is located in Boston, so Ouyang Na should be very familiar with the area.
“I’m going to Houston next week, can you show me around?” Ouyang Na asked expectantly.
"Of course, no problem. I've lived in Houston for four or five years."
Hearing Wang Xiucheng say that, Ouyang Na smiled happily, took out her phone, switched to selfie mode, and said, "Let's take a picture."
"it is good."
Wang Xiucheng squatted down to put himself and Ouyang Na in the same frame, then, finding the towel in the way, he threw it into a basket behind him.
Click!
A photo of the two people standing very close together has been captured.
Wang Xiucheng checked the time and knew it was time for him to leave.
"I have to go back now. Here's my phone number. You can also add me on WeChat; it's the same number."
Wang Xiucheng entered the phone number into Ouyang Na's phone, then jogged into the locker room.
Ouyang Na looked at the photos on her phone and couldn't help but smile.
She set the photo as her lock screen wallpaper before leaving, satisfied.
But she stopped the next moment, and Ouyang Na turned around, saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she picked up the towel.
With a slightly flushed face, she quickly left the players' tunnel as if she had done something wrong.
The flight from Boston to Houston takes more than four hours.
Most of the people on the plane were asleep, except for people like Silas Lucas who weren't sleepy.
Wang Xiucheng was also tired, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, a WeChat message came into my phone.
"Where are you?"
"They all say I'm a terrible actor, do you think so too?"
"I didn't actually like the cello when I was a child."
“I actually really like snow. Taipei doesn’t have it, but Yanjing does.”
Wang Xiucheng finally understood why his sister was good in bed and not clingy.
The girl, barely in her early twenties, had her mind full of romantic and beautiful things, and once she started talking, it would go on and on.
Whenever Wang Xiucheng tries to turn off his phone or WeChat, Ouyang Na will ask, "Am I bothering you?"
What could Wang Xiucheng say?
I can only endure it.
Fortunately, the plane finally landed, and Ouyang Na finally stopped sending messages.
Pushing his luggage out of the airport, Wang Xiucheng immediately spotted Ma Wei squatting by the roadside smoking, with a pile of cigarette butts already on the ground.
"Brother, I'm here, I'm here."
Ma Wei spotted Wang Xiucheng immediately and jogged over to take the luggage.
Standing in front of the black Chrysler Grand Voyager, Wang Xiucheng sighed, "It's really good to be rich."
As long as Ma Wei isn't allowed to go to school, he's quite reliable when it comes to getting things done.
Dozens of cars gradually left the parking lot, and Wang Xiucheng's car also mingled with the flow of traffic.
The two arrived home in less than an hour.
Before he even got out of the car, Wang Xiucheng realized something was wrong.
"When did there become so many cars near my home?" Wang Xiucheng asked.
"They must all be your fans."
As Wang Xiucheng became more and more famous, more and more people, having somehow obtained his address, began to gather near his home.
“My sister called the police yesterday, but after investigating, they couldn’t find anything. The other person didn’t even enter our house,” Ma Wei said helplessly.
Wang Xiucheng frowned slightly.
Now I know why NBA players live in safe and private areas.
Without taking any luggage, Wang Xiucheng and Ma Wei quietly entered the house.
After washing up, Wang Xiucheng returned to his room and stood in front of the window looking at the cars outside.
I didn't originally intend to buy a house now, but living at Uncle Ma's house inevitably brings some risks to them as well.
Wang Xiucheng knew that there were many extreme fans in the United States who might do something drastic.
"Looks like I'll have to contact Old Gordon tomorrow, no, I mean Old Gordon."
Just as Wang Xiucheng had this thought, the roar of a sports car engine sounded on the road.
The Ferrari quickly stopped beside Wang Xiucheng's house, right where Wang Xiucheng could see it.
Then He Yuman, with red hair and wearing tight jeans, got out of the car.
Instead of heading straight for Wang Xiucheng as usual, He Yuman went to the front of the house.
The door of a white Toyota SUV opened, and He Yuman said something to the person inside before walking towards Wang Xiucheng.
After swooping down a few steps, He Yuman nimbly grabbed the window, then propped herself up on her elbow and slipped into Wang Xiucheng's room.
This woman seems to have gotten even more formidable!
"What happened there?" Wang Xiucheng asked, pointing to the car from earlier.
“When I came back from New York, I found a lot of people waiting outside. I guessed they were there for you. I wasn’t sure if they were in danger, so I had my two junior brothers come and keep watch over them.”
As He Yuman spoke, she began to take off her clothes.
He spoke so casually, Wang Xiucheng never expected He Yuman to take this matter so seriously.
Wang Xiucheng simply lay down, resting his hands behind his head, and said, "I'm going to buy a house, then you won't be able to find me anymore."
The thought that he wouldn't live in Chinatown anymore and that He Yuman's influence wouldn't be able to reach him made Wang Xiucheng feel a little happy.
"Buy a house?" He Yuman was slightly taken aback: "Where should I buy a house?"
Wang Xiucheng didn't hide anything, since she wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous anyway.
"Sugar City." Wang Xiucheng pressed his legs down tightly, preventing He Yuman from succeeding.
"Sugar City?" He Yuman chuckled and sent a message on her phone.
"What are you laughing at?" Wang Xiucheng had a bad feeling.
"It's nothing." He Yuman pressed one hand on some acupoint on Wang Xiucheng's leg, and Wang Xiucheng cried out and subconsciously lifted his leg.
Wang Xiucheng felt that he had become very strong recently, so he took the initiative and used all the ball control skills he had practiced on others to hone them on her.
But half an hour later, after He Yuman finished dressing, she gave Wang Xiucheng a light kiss on the face, still feeling a little unsatisfied. Wang Xiucheng then simply buried the blanket in his face.
That woman is going too far!