New York, Plaza Hotel.

Since it opened in 1907, it has always been the place of choice for celebrities from all walks of life to stay when they visit New York.

This retro building in the style of a French castle in the Renaissance period is considered synonymous with celebrities.

It is not only a restaurant, but also one of New York's landmarks.

As soon as Wayne's private car approached the Plaza Hotel, there was a traffic jam.

Here, no matter what car you take, you have to line up.

"What's the matter? Isn't it coming soon?" Wayne looked out the window, good fellow, there was a crowd of people outside the Plaza Hotel.

The reporters' flashes never stopped.

On the outer wall of the hotel, a huge poster of Sharapova and a huge Motorola logo are hung.

Birthday parties can be commercialized into this, evil capitalism!

"This is the first time you have come to the Plaza Hotel to participate in this kind of event, Mr. Wei." Wayne's driver turned his head and smiled at Wayne. "In this case, traffic jams are normal. Because every one gets off the bus. Everyone will show off in front of the red carpet."

"Red...red carpet?" Wayne people are stupid. Is this Nima a birthday party or a catwalk.

"This is New York, Mr. Wei. Everything is luxurious here."

Wayne sighed as he looked at the long convoy outside the window.

Fortunately, Nike didn't ask for such a birthday party. It was...too terrible.

At this time, Wayne's cell phone received a text message from today's protagonist Sharapova.

"Where have you been, Wei."

"It's at the door, well, I'm stuck in a traffic jam at the door!"

"Haha, there are a lot of people today. Can't wait to see you, Wei~"

"see you later."

In this way, after about another twenty minutes in the car, Wayne's car finally reached the gate of the Plaza Hotel.

Wayne turned his head and looked out the window, the formation was really exaggerated.

A long red carpet stretches from the parking area to the entrance of the hotel, both sides are full of unsmiling security guards with sunglasses.

On the periphery, there are countless reporters.

I have to say that Sharapova's commercial value and popularity at this time are indeed very high.

Even people who don’t watch tennis have heard of this name.

This morning, Wayne also heard a news, saying that *have written a birthday congratulatory letter to Sharapova.

Dare to ask how many athletes in this world can receive a congratulatory letter from the president on their 18th birthday?

She may not be the strongest female tennis player, but she is definitely one of the most commercially valuable.

Yes, I have bought a villa by the Manhattan Beach in Los Angeles at a young age. Can the commercial value be low?

Before Wayne could react, a waiter came to help Wayne open the car door.

"Have fun, Mr. Wei. If you need to leave, call me at any time, I'll be on call, Boss." The driver smiled at Wayne and nodded, as if saying: "You have to go the next way, kid. "

Wayne took a deep breath and got out of the car.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light all around.

"Wei, is your relationship with Sharapova true?"

"How long have you been together? How did you meet?"

"Will attending Sharapova's birthday party affect your preparations for the playoffs?"

In addition to the flash, the reporters also asked Wayne a series of questions.

When were you with Sharapova?

I really want to ask you!

Of course, since the reporters were blocked from the periphery, Wayne didn't have to answer any questions.

Stepping onto the red carpet, Wayne swaggered towards the hotel.

After all, he is also a star player, and he still has this confidence.

Today's Wayne is wearing a black suit, um, never dare to wear red anymore!

The look at the last draft conference is simply Wayne's non-mainstream black history.

Wayne did not pose on the red carpet like those female stars, but passed at a normal speed, very calm.

When he walked to the door of the hotel, Wayne and Sharapova's agent Max shook hands.

"Welcome, Wei. Go in, she is already waiting for you."

Wayne nodded and walked into the hotel lobby.

Suddenly, the surroundings became less noisy.

Although there were still a lot of people in the hall, the soothing music played by the live band made Wayne relax quickly.

In the crowd, Wayne saw today's protagonist at a glance.

Sharapova wore a beautiful blue dress today with makeup, but it was not as thick as she thought.

At this time, she was surrounded by cameras, and there were a few journalists who were admitted to the venue. Sharapova seemed to be interviewing them.

Inadvertently, Sharapova saw Wayne.

Well, after all, Wayne's size is indeed very conspicuous, and no amount of people can bury him.

Then, Sharapova, who was still expressionless, smiled suddenly.

"Wei, you are finally here."

Sharapova ignored the reporters around her, but walked straight towards Wayne and gave a warm hug.

Wayne is among all the male guests present today. It can be said that he is the only one who is not tall in front of Sharapova wearing high heels.

In front of Wayne, Shava, who was originally tall, instantly became a little birdy.

"Happy birthday, Maria."

"Thank you, I'm glad you can come~"

When the two embraced and greeted each other, the surrounding reporters were murdering the film frantically.

Many of the guests present turned their attention to the two of them.

Today, 90% of the people present can only get one chance to shake Sharapova at most.

Wayne is the only one who is embraced by today's heroine.

Coupled with the various scandals between the two after the All-Star Game, can this not attract attention?

"You go around first, I'll come to you later, okay?" Shava unconsciously grabbed Wayne's hand when she said this.

"Yeah, go ahead, it's still growing tonight."

After Shava left, Wayne glanced around the hall.

Sure enough, no well-known tennis player came to support Shava.

Anyway, Wayne is currently ranked in the top ten in the world and he hasn't seen one at present.

Worthy of being a female version of herself, worthy of being the reverse social flower of tennis.

Sharapova has very few friends in tennis because of her paranoia and almost impersonal desire to win.

Tennis and basketball are not the same. Basketball is a team sport after all. Even if you have a bad relationship with your opponent, you can have a good relationship with your teammates, so you won't have no friends in the circle.

But tennis is mostly played alone. If you have a bad relationship with your opponent, you really have no friends.

There were a lot of people at the scene, but apart from being very wealthy, everyone had almost nothing in common.

After all, it was a commercial party, and most of the people who came were invited by Motorola, everyone.

If only the friends Sharapova invited by herself, it would not take a whole hall at all, and only one private room would be enough.

"Hey, Wei, Vasap." At this moment, someone walked up to Wayne and said hello.

Wayne turned his head curiously. Are there any basketball players on this occasion?

Because if it is a business cooperation, they will not come to Wayne directly, but will go to Schwartz.

Therefore, there is a high probability that only people in the basketball world will greet Wayne.

Wayne turned his head to see, hey, there really is, this is not Spike Lee.

It was the one sitting on the sidelines of Madison Square Garden, who was locked in the air by Miller.

"How are you Spike."

"Hello, how is the old guy Reggie? He should have no problem playing the playoffs, right?"

Wayne never expected that the first question Spike Lee asked was actually related to Miller.

Care about him so much? Are you not enemies?

This is really black and black, then the feelings come out.

"Reggie is in very good physical condition, and he must have performed very well in the playoffs." Wayne replied.

"Really? That's great. You know, without Reggie's playoffs... it always feels like something is missing. By the way, did Reggie reveal his retirement plan to you, Will he stay after this season?"

Spike Lee is concerned, for fear of missing a familiar old friend.

"Reggie hasn't said about his retirement. No one knows if he can see him in the locker room next season." Wayne shrugged. Miller really hasn't said about his retirement so far.

Although this is Miller's last season in the original history, Wayne can't guarantee that history will follow the original path.

If he wins this season, will Miller not be willing to continue playing?

When Miller retired in the original history, it was generally believed that Miller was capable of continuing to fight, and his condition was maintained very well.

Even in 2007, when the Celtics formed the Big Three, they all invited Miller to come out again, but they were still optimistic about Miller's status.

But Miller refused the invitation, maybe he felt that if the Pacers won the championship, it wouldn't be interesting to win the championship.

"I really hope he can play for a few more years. In this league, we have fewer and fewer familiar figures, right?" Spike Lee took a sip of his drink, as if very sad.

Wayne really wanted to tell him: "Actually, the figures I know are still young now..."

At this time, the entrance of the hotel flashed once again.

Wayne thought it was who brought the celebrity, but after a closer look, it was Sharapova who went to pose on the red carpet again.

No way, this is a business party.

On the hour, Shava will go out to pose for Motorola for a few minutes.

"By the way, can I ask? Are you and him really a couple?" Looking at the glorious Sharapova outside, Spike Lee stabbed Wayne with his elbow.

"Uh... let's talk about Reggie, Spike."

Spike Lee is an old fan after all, and the two still have a lot of common language.

Although he had a lot of unhappiness with Reggie Miller, Spike Lee did not have much resentment and prejudice against the Pacers.

In his own words: "I have had holidays with many players. The "bad boy" of the Pistons used to smash my glasses with a ball before warming up. But I don't think this is a despicable behavior, like I don't think Miller, who had a feast with me, is a mean person.

Reggie doesn't have Barkley's rebounding ability or Michael's flying in the air, but he is a fighter and he has a great heart. To be honest, I respect him. "

Wayne also asked Spike Lee a question: "So is there a player you really hate?"

The New York director nodded very positively: "Scott Pippen."

"Huh?" This answer really surprised Wayne.

"He was very young. When Michael was there, he had to rebel. Michael was gone. He proved his ability, but he was jealous of Kukoc's salary twice as much as a grudge every day.

Also, he humiliated Ewing's dunk, which is probably the real reason I hate him. "

In this way, in the chat with Spike Lee, the party became less boring.

Spike. Lee told Wayne many stories about him and the NBA stars. Finally, he also wished the Pacers good results in the playoffs.

Of course, the blessing is very hardcore: "I hope the old and undead Reggie can hold on for a few more rounds, and I want to see more of his funny shooting.

Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening, Sharapova got out and could enjoy her 18th birthday party.

"Wei, have been waiting for a long time." Although she was tired, Shava still smiled when she returned to Wayne.

"What, I enjoy your party very much."

"By the way, the band performance is about to begin, let's go over."

Shaval led Wayne to a stage, on which several handsome singers were preparing.

Magic Red Band is said to be a very popular rock band in the United States.

Anyway, Wayne doesn't know him...

When the band began to perform, Sharapova took Wayne's hand and shook it, jumping to and fro with the music, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around.

Wayne felt as if this was the real beginning of her birthday party.

After the band's performance, Sharapova cut a five-story super-exaggerated cake under the witness of everyone, announcing that she has officially entered the adult world, and the birthday party has also entered the climax.

Everyone raised their wine glasses to congratulate Shava Happy Birthday.

After the climax, the atmosphere fell faster than Wayne imagined.

The party was over and everyone left one by one.

Many of them, Sharapova can't even call their names, and may never see them again in her life.

But it was this group of people who appeared in their grand 18th birthday party.

Commercial birthday parties are just so ridiculous.

Wayne was also about to call the driver to come and drive, but Sharapova held him down.

"Are you leaving?" Sharapova looked at Wayne, her eyes full of dismay.

"Um... don't worry."

"Then...Can you accompany me back to the room later? I...I have too much stuff for a person to take."

"Oh... it's okay, I'll wait for you." Wayne nodded and continued to sit in the same place.

Watching people leave from the hotel, step onto the luxury cars, and walk away in the eyes of reporters and the envy of pedestrians...

Tonight, Wayne has a deeper understanding of the term "Zhuzujin".

Indeed, this atmosphere is easy to get lost.

Wayne couldn't help but patted his chest-fortunately, I was strong enough!

Ok? Why do you feel there is something strange in your chest?

After half an hour, everyone was almost gone, and Sharapova's car arrived at the door.

Wayne helped her carry some greeting cards and small gifts on the car, but when she arrived at the hotel, Sharapova said she didn't need to take them!

"The waiter will deliver me to the door of the room later."

"I wipe, then what do you tell me to do!?" Wayne asked silently in his heart.

Why do you feel like you have been abducted?

Yes, there are routines!

I didn't expect you to be such a little Shava!

I consider you a good friend, but you want to...

"Actually, I want to share a little cake with you alone. Haha, just now... To be honest, I don't feel like having a birthday at all. I'm just doing a show.

So, would you like to cut the real birthday cake with me, Wei. "

Oh, it turned out to be cake, then it's okay.

As soon as Shava went into the room, she immediately took out a small cake from the refrigerator.

Wayne helped her light candles and put on a birthday hat.

Shava smiled very happily, at least more real than just laughed at the party.

"Then, I make a wish." Looking at the candle in front of her, Shava put her hands on her chest and made a serious wish.

Wayne looked at the candlelight and went away. How long has it been since his birthday?

"Huh~"

Sharapova blew out all the candles in one breath. At this time, it was just past 12 o'clock.

She has really grown up.

"Thank you, Wayne, it's nice to have you with me tonight."

"Well, it's an honor to attend your adult birthday party."

"Wei..." Suddenly, Sharapova wrapped her arms around Wayne's arm, and she leaned up.

There are no excuses next!

Things were moved, and the secret cake was cut.

It's time for a showdown.

"I... do you know what wish I just made?"

Wayne was stunned and shook his head mechanically.

Because at this time Sharapova almost all fell on Wayne.

What about eating cake? You eat it!

Sharapova slowly approached Wayne's ear, and then said softly.

"My wish is, I hope you can be my boy-friend-friend~ Can you realize my wish, Wei."

"I......"

Wayne did not continue to answer because his mouth had been blocked.

In the midst of the fire, Shava stretched her hand into Wayne's suit.

Then... she inadvertently found out the gift Artest had given Wayne.

Wayne:! ! !

By ~lightnovelpub.net~ when! ? No wonder I just felt something strange on my chest!

"Wei, you...really..." Sharapova blushed and pinched the gift in her hand.

"No, this thing..." Wayne remembered that after buying this suit, only Artest had touched it.

That bastard!

Knowing that I am coming to New York to celebrate her birthday, deliberately!

Don't just put weird things in the inner pocket of my suit!

"Don't explain, I don't need to explain." Sharapova put her index finger lightly on Wayne's lips.

The beautiful blue dress also fell to the ground.

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