Chapter 79

Maria Sharapova leaned against the wall in the corridor and looked ahead. She saw that all the room doors were closed, except for the first one, which was slightly ajar. She couldn't help but walk over, open the door, and peer inside.

In the dim light, she saw that the room was empty, and the large bed was neatly made, showing no signs of use.

"Nobody's in the room." Sharapova entered the room, worried that someone might come in, so she turned the lock and turned off the light, then walked towards the bed, taking off her black dress as she went.

"This bed is so soft and comfortable." Sharapova buried herself in the snow-white sheets. The cold air from the air conditioner made it harder for her to resist the alcohol in her system, and she felt dizzy.

Faintly, she heard the sound of a faucet. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a shadow moving in the bathroom!

"God, there's someone in the room!" She tried to get up, but her body wouldn't obey her.

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The waiter had just returned from the restroom when he saw someone enter Zhang Guan's room. He was about to ask, but then stopped because he saw a tall blonde woman, over 1.8 meters tall in high heels, with a black dress that accentuated her perfect figure.

"She's quite tall, definitely a model. I thought the guest earlier wouldn't be alone; it turns out he had a date arranged." The waiter walked up and heard the door lock. He had seen this kind of situation many times before, so he smiled, took a "Do Not Disturb" sign from his pocket, and hung it on the doorknob, thinking that the guest would be very satisfied with his "thoughtful" service.

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"Feeling so bad!" After taking a cold shower, Zhang Guan felt even more drunk. He cursed Phelps again, then wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom.

"Why is the light off!" Zhang Guan was not used to the darkness, but he remembered where the bed was and walked straight to it, then pulled off the robe and lay down.

"The bed is so soft and comfortable, a good sleep will make everything better!" Zhang Guan closed his eyes.

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In the darkness, Zhang Guan touched something soft, which felt quite nice.

"The pillows in Greece are really good, so comfortable, maybe I should buy one to take back..."

The next moment, he suddenly realized it was a person. He took a deep breath, and a tickling sensation came to his nose, followed by a faint scent of shampoo.

Zhang Guan opened his eyes wide. In the faint light from outside, he saw a strand of blonde hair.

"Perhaps the generous prince will arrange a surprise for you!" Phelps' words from earlier echoed in his mind, and at the time, Zhang Guan thought it was just a joke.

"Could this be the surprise from the Dubai prince!" Zhang Guan thought mischievously, but under the influence of alcohol, his body moved uncontrollably, and the blonde woman also hugged him.

Alcohol can give a coward a strong heart and make a rational person do crazy things!

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The Aegean Sea in the early morning was like a sleeping baby, calm and peaceful.

Sharapova looked at the man beside her, recalling what had happened the night before. She had been drunk, walked into someone else's room, locked the door, took off her clothes, and got into bed, then...

"Damn, what did I do!" Sharapova felt wronged. Since the age of five, her life had been all about tennis, with almost no entertainment and no time for a boyfriend. But she had lost her virginity so inexplicably, and the memory was not very clear.

Sharapova didn't know how to face this. She instinctively wanted to escape.

"Who is he? An Easterner, young, and somewhat familiar." Sharapova gazed at Zhang Guan and his well-built muscles, which seemed out of place for his age.

"Easterners can have such well-defined muscles." Sharapova couldn't help but marvel, but then realized it wasn't the time to marvel. She quickly got up and dressed, still feeling a bit uncomfortable, but years of athletic training made her movements agile. She put on her high heels, opened the door, and ran out of the room.

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The sound of the door closing woke Zhang Guan.

"Why do I feel so tired!" Zhang Guan opened his eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling.

"Where am I? Right, I came to the Dubai prince's party, then I drank too much, took a shower, and went to sleep... slept... there was something else... right, I had a naughty dream." Zhang Guan sat up, ready to get out of bed, but saw spots of red on the white sheets, which were very noticeable.

Zhang Guan jumped out of bed, at a loss.

"That naughty dream wasn't a dream!" Zhang Guan suddenly realized that everything that happened last night was real.

"Perhaps the generous prince will arrange a 'surprise' for you!"

Zhang Guan's mind flashed back to Phelps' words, confirming that last night's experience was the "surprise" arranged by the Dubai prince. However, the prominent red on the sheets made Zhang Guan feel that the prince's "surprise" was a bit too much! He couldn't guess that the prince would have such special arrangements. He suddenly felt that the prince was too generous!

"Who is she?" Zhang Guan tried to recall everything from last night. He remembered she didn't seem too old, that she was tall, that her frame was broad, that her body was elastic, and that her face was familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere. He even began to savor the night's pleasures.

Then Zhang Guan shook his head violently, wishing he could slap himself!

"What am I thinking, I gave my first time to a tall foreign girl, and I'm still thinking about this!" Zhang Guan quickly dressed and, feeling guilty, opened the door, looked out to see no one in the corridor, and then walked out, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Zhang, I didn't expect you to be up so early. Breakfast is ready, would you like to eat now?"

This voice made Zhang Guan panic. He guiltily turned around and saw an unfamiliar waiter smiling at him.

Zhang Guan took a deep breath, acted as if nothing had happened, and said, "Thank you, I am a bit hungry. Please take me to breakfast."

The waiter led Zhang Guan to the restaurant. On the way, Zhang Guan kept looking for her, but he didn't find her until they reached the restaurant, which made him both relieved and disappointed.

"I probably won't see her again!" Zhang Guan thought to himself.

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The butler saw Zhang Guan out of the villa.

In the car, Zhang Guan was alone except for the driver. The "translator" was not there, perhaps having returned last night or still in the villa with the prince. From the driver's smile, it was clear that some progress had been made. Zhang Guan didn't ask, as it wasn't necessary, and he had done his part.

On the way, Zhang Guan was distracted but still asked the driver to take him to the Athens Olympic Stadium.

Zhang Guan didn't find Coach Yu in the athlete's lounge, and the time was already approaching nine o'clock. So he quickly ran to the athlete's entrance and finally saw Coach Yu in the waiting area, along with Director Ma, the head coach of the hurdles, and the head coach of the long-distance running.

"Good, the race hasn't started yet." Zhang Guan breathed a sigh of relief.

Coach Yu also saw Zhang Guan and asked, "Why are you here? Didn't you go with the embassy people? Is everything done?"

"Everything is done." Zhang Guan nodded and said, "I came to see Liu Fei win the gold medal."

Hearing this, the head coach of the hurdles, Coach Sun, smiled at Zhang Guan, though Zhang Guan could sense his nervousness.

Liu Fei turned to look at his coach and saw Zhang Guan giving him a thumbs up.

"Zhang Guan is here too!" Liu Fei's originally tense mood suddenly calmed down. He looked at the finish line, his eyes filled with determination!

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"12.91 seconds! Won! Won! We won! Tied the world record!"

Liu Fei led the 110-meter hurdles and was the first to cross the finish line, winning another gold medal for the national team.

The national team's coaches hugged each other in excitement. Director Ma and Coach Yu were a bit calmer, having experienced Zhang Guan's victory, while Coach Sun of the hurdles was already in tears...

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More than half an hour later, the women's 10,000-meter final.

The final 100 meters sprint, the finish line was in sight.

At the finish line, the Ethiopian runner Dibaba raised her arms high in celebration, thinking she had won. Although there was a Chinese athlete in front of her, Dibaba confidently assumed it was a lapped runner.

But then, the "lapped" runner also stopped and began to celebrate.

"Is she giving up the race?" Dibaba thought, but the next moment, when the cameras focused on the Chinese athlete, she realized something was wrong.

The other runner was not lapped but the first to cross the finish line!

"The Eastern Deer" won another gold medal for the national team!

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In this Olympic Games, the national track and field team won three gold medals, two of which were in men's sprint events. Their performance in this Olympic Games was nearly perfect!

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