All-round Athlete

Chapter 574 Fatal Mistake

It was already late at night when Zhang Guan arrived in Mumbai.

After all, Mumbai is also the largest city in India. It is not easy to find someone in a city.

However, Zhang Guan was not completely without goals. After he got into the taxi, he began to ask the driver for the best hotel in Mumbai.

"Are you asking about the best hotel in Mumbai? This is really not easy to answer. There are many hotels in Mumbai that are very good." The taxi driver answered.

"Then what are the more distinctive ones?" Zhang Guan continued to ask.

"If you talk about the most distinctive thing, it should be the Taj Mahal Hotel. This hotel has a history of more than 100 years, and has hosted many dignitaries, such as the president of the United States, the royal family of Europe, and many others. Well-known entrepreneurs, they will stay at the Taj Mahal Hotel when they visit Mumbai. Generally speaking, it is the most popular hotel for foreigners.” The taxi driver said.

"Taj Mahal Hotel, the name sounds familiar." Zhang Guan said.

"Yes, many foreigners think that this hotel is related to the Taj Mahal, but in fact there is no connection between the two. Taj Mahal comes from Arabic, which means the place where the crown is placed." Taxi The driver said very chatty.

"I see." Zhang Guan nodded, but he felt that the name of this hotel was very familiar, definitely not because of the Taj Mahal, but because he had really heard of the name of this hotel.

"Where did you hear it? I can't remember it at all." Zhang Guan shook his head.

"Sir, are you going there?" the taxi driver asked.

"Yes, let's go there!" Zhang Guan said.

"It has a rich history, a great reputation, and it's a place that welcomes foreigners. I think Martha probably lives there." Zhang Guan thought silently.

...

"Hello, please help me find out which room Ms. Sharapova lives in." Zhang Guan handed over the tip as he spoke.

Zhang Guan actually doesn't know whether Sharapova lives in this hotel, but if he asks Sharapova if she lives here, the other party may not tell him at all, but instead directly asks which room she lives in, which is more like It is a real visitor, and there is a chance to ask and take it.

But the management of the Taj Mahal Hotel is obviously much stricter, at least the front desk personnel are not tempted by 200 dollars.

"Sorry, sir, I can't disclose the privacy of the guests." The staff at the front desk said. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Guan was a foreigner, perhaps the receptionist had already asked someone to blow Zhang Guan away.

"What happened?" The manager walked over and asked.

"This gentleman wants to ask me for customer information." The front desk said.

"I'm very sorry, sir, we can't divulge the privacy of the guests." The manager made a gesture of invitation, motioning Zhang Guan to leave.

"The girlfriend I'm looking for." Zhang Guan took off his sunglasses while speaking, revealing his appearance.

"Oh, my God! You are Zhang Guan!" The manager whispered. As a lobby manager of a top hotel in India, of course he must know celebrities all over the world, and he is very familiar with Zhang Guan's face.

"Are you looking for your girlfriend? Do you mean Ms. Sharapova?" the lobby manager asked.

"Yes. But she doesn't know I'm here, and I want to surprise her." Zhang Guan said.

"I understand, I understand!" The lobby manager hesitated, and finally said in a low voice: "But we still can't tell you which room she lives in. I'm very sorry."

After the lobby manager finished speaking, he blinked at Zhang Guan, and then said loudly to the staff at the front desk: "Is the air conditioner in room 422 overhauled? The lady who just moved into room 422 is a tennis grand slam champion. He is our valued guest."

"Thank you!" Zhang Guan said.

Air conditioner maintenance has nothing to do with the front desk of the hotel. Obviously, the manager's words were intended for Zhang Guan. The tennis grand slam lady was of course referring to Sharapova. According to the regulations, the manager cannot disclose the privacy of the guests, but if the guest overhears it, then the manager's affairs will not be cared about.

So Zhang Guan took the elevator and ran directly to room 422.

...

The doorbell woke Sharapova up. She walked to the door and saw the familiar face through the cat's eyes.

"He's here!" Sharapova hesitated for half a minute before finally opening the doors.

"How did you find it?" Sharapova asked.

"Good luck, this is the first hotel I found after I came to Mumbai." Zhang Guan walked into the room, he didn't restrain himself, but asked directly: "Why did you reject me?"

"It's not your problem, it's me. I don't want to get married yet." Sharapova closed the door and motioned Zhang Guan to sit down.

Zhang Guan was silent for more than ten seconds, and then said: "I'm sorry, maybe I misunderstood. I think, I love you, I should give you a promise, a family is to give you happiness promise."

"As I said, it's not your problem." Sharapova sat opposite Zhang Guan, and she continued: "I know you love me, but have you considered my thoughts?"

"I have, I just considered your thoughts, I just..."

"No, you didn't!" Sharapova interrupted Zhang Guan, and he continued: "In the Olympics, you won 10 gold medals, you broke the world records in seven events, and you won the gold medal in tennis. Well, you also beat the American Dream Team, yes, you are the greatest athlete in the world, you achieved your dream, and me?"

Sharapova took a deep breath and continued: "I also have my own dream. I want to win the Grand Slam, and I also want to win the Golden Grand Slam! I am not you, you only need one year to get it." I won the Grand Slam, and I practiced for more than ten years before I finally won a Wimbledon championship. Yes, I have indeed won three Grand Slams now, but I feel that I The Grand Slam is getting farther and farther away, and my injuries have almost made it impossible for me to go on!"

"I'm still short of the last French Open champion, and I want to get her! So I don't want to end up, I don't want to be bound by my family, I have to continue to pursue my dream!"

After Sharapova finished speaking in one breath, his chest heaved and his eyes were even more crystal clear.

"Family is not a bondage, I don't think this is a conflict!" Zhang Guan said subconsciously, at this time he seemed to be looking for a reason to prove himself right.

"No conflict? How can there be no conflict? Family, living together is a family! If you only meet a few times a year, it's more like a 'husband' or 'wife'! That's not a real family. If we really form a family, we both have to give up something." Sharapova took a deep breath, and then said: "I know you are a genius, a strange field of sports, you may only need a few days to learn You can be familiar, maybe it only takes one month to become a world champion, you can not train for a year, and then you can still break the world record on the field, but not everyone can do this, or in this world except you, Nobody can do that, you understand?"

Zhang Guan's body trembled violently, he understood what Sharapova wanted to express.

She is an athlete. If she wants to maintain her fitness, she must put in a lot of training and a lot of competitions. She can't be like Zhang Guan, who can learn a few skills to become a sports expert, and drink a few bottles of medicine to improve her physical strength. The infinite state is bursting, and after reading a few experience books, she becomes a sports master. Her success is accumulated little by little, and these accumulations take time.

So for Sharapova, a family is really like a bondage.

"I won't affect you." Zhang Guan then said: "At worst, I will give up the game, I can be with you, I can always be by your side, train with you, compete with you..."

"Can you?" Sharapova asked rhetorically.

"I..." Zhang Guan hesitated, the word "can" came to his lips, but he couldn't say it.

Because he can't!

The current Zhang Guan really bears too many burdens, not to mention the commercial value. It is just that he represents a banner of Chinese sports. Based on this alone, he cannot give up or shrink back. He must be strong Standing there, it is like a lighthouse in the distance, illuminating the surroundings and providing direction for countless athletes.

At this moment, a sense of powerlessness rose from Zhang Guan's heart. He had never felt this kind of feeling before. It was the feeling of a loser. He laughed bitterly at himself, and his smile was full of the sadness of losing to himself.

"Boom!" A voice suddenly sounded from outside, and the chandelier on the ceiling also vibrated.

"What's wrong? An earthquake?" Zhang Guan was slightly taken aback.

"Da da da da da da..." The continuous sound of firecrackers came, and Zhang Guan was surprised.

"It's not the New Year's Eve, who is setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night? No, this is India, how could it be possible to set off firecrackers." Zhang Guan stood up fiercely, wanting to go out to see what was going on.

However, his arm was held by Sharapova. Zhang Guan turned around and saw Sharapova's frightened face.

"That's gunfire! Don't go out! It's a gunfight!" Sharapova said.

"Gunshots?" Zhang Guan also came back to his senses. Zhang Guan, who grew up in China, of course couldn’t think of it as a gunshot at the first time. Any of us Chinese who heard a "pop" on the street would think it was some unlucky car tire blowout in all likelihood. up. As for firearms, it is estimated that many people have never even seen a real gun.

But Sharapova lived through the chaos of the collapse of the Soviet Union and grew up in the United States, so she immediately recognized that it was gunshots. Any American has been educated as a child, and the first time he hears this sound, he will lie on the ground or find a place to hide.

"Gunshots? How could there be gunshots? Then the bang just now, isn't it just..."

"Boom!" It was the same voice just now.

"It's a bomb!" Sharapova said.

"Gunshots, bombs, Mumbai!" Zhang Guan was taken aback. He seemed to have remembered something, and then he took out his cell phone.

"Yes, call the police!" Sharapova said.

However, Zhang Guan didn't want to call the police, but to see the date displayed on the phone.

"Oops, it's over!" Zhang Guan suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a fatal mistake. He forgot a very important thing.

"No wonder I heard the name of the Taj Mahal Hotel before and felt familiar. It turned out to be like this. If I remembered it earlier, I took Martha and ran away just now! I don't know if there is still time to run? If not, it is really possible today. I will die!" Zhang Guan's eyes were full of fear.

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