Plaza Hotel, New York.

Since its opening in 1907, it has been a popular destination for celebrities visiting New York.

This Renaissance French castle-style retro building is considered synonymous with celebrities.

It's not just a hotel, it's one of New York's landmarks.

Wayne's car was just getting close to the Plaza Hotel when it got stuck in traffic.

Here, no matter what bus you take, you have to queue up.

"What's going on? Isn't it coming soon? Wayne looked out the window, good guys, there was a sea of people outside the Plaza Hotel.

The reporters' flashing lights never stopped.

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

Birthday parties can be commercialized like this, all evil capitalism!

"This is your first time at the Plaza Hotel for this kind of event, Mr. Wei." Wayne's driver turned his head and smiled at Wayne, "In this case, it's normal to get stuck in traffic. Because everyone who gets off the bus will put on a good show in front of the red carpet. ”

"Red ...... Red carpet? "Wayne people are stupid, is this Nima a birthday party or a catwalk meeting.

"This is New York, Mr. Way. Here, everything is luxurious. ”

Wayne sighed as he looked out the window at the long motorcade.

Fortunately, Nike didn't ask itself to have a birthday party like this, it's just ...... It's terrible.

At this point, Wayne's phone receives a text message from today's main character, Sharapova.

"Where have you been, Wei?"

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

"Haha, there are quite 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 drove to the gate of the Plaza Hotel.

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

A long red carpet stretches from the parking lot to the entrance of the hotel, flanked by unsmiling security guards wearing sunglasses.

On the periphery, there are countless reporters under the pressure of the black.

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 the name.

This morning, Wayne also heard the news that *** had written a congratulatory letter to Sharapova to celebrate her birthday.

How many athletes in the 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 bought a villa by the beach in Manhattan in Los Angeles at a young age, can this be a low commercial value?

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

"Have fun, Mr. Way. If you need to leave, feel free to call me, I'm always on standby, Boss. The driver smiled at Wayne and nodded, as if to say, "You'll have to go the rest of the way, kid." ”

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

Suddenly, there was a flash of light all around.

"Wei, is your love affair with Sharapova real?"

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

"Will attending Sharapova's birthday party affect your playoff preparations?"

In addition to the flash, the reporters also threw out a series of questions from Wayne.

When was you with Sharapova?

I want to ask you!

Of course, since the reporters were kept out, Wayne didn't have to answer any questions.

Walking down the red carpet, Wayne strode toward the hotel.

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

Wayne wore a black suit today, well, wouldn't dare to wear a red one again!

The look at the last draft 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 calmly.

As he walked to the hotel door, Wayne shook hands with Max, Sharapova's agent.

"Welcome, Way. Come inside, she's already waiting for you. ”

Wayne nodded, then 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 quickly relax.

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

Sharapova wore a beautiful blue dress today and put on makeup, but not as strong as expected.

At this point, she was surrounded by cameras and several journalists who had been admitted to the venue, and Sharapova appeared to be being interviewed by 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 had just been expressionless, suddenly smiled.

"Wei, you're finally here."

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

Wayne is the only one of all the male guests present today who is not inferior in height in front of Sharapova in high heels.

The originally tall Sava became a bird in front of Wayne in an instant.

"Happy birthday, Maria."

"Thank you, I'm glad you came~"

While the two hugged and exchanged pleasantries, the reporters around them were going on a murder spree again.

Many of the guests present had their eyes on the two.

Today, 90% of the people present will only get a chance to shake Sharapova's hand at most.

Wayne is the only one who is actively 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?" As she said this, Sava unconsciously tugged at Wayne's hand.

"Mmmm, you go get busy first, it's still long tonight."

After Sava left, Wayne glanced at the hall.

Sure enough, there wasn't a single well-known tennis player who came to cheer for Sava.

Anyway, now the top ten in the world, Wayne has not seen any of them at present.

is worthy of being a female version of herself, and she is worthy of being a reverse courtesan in the tennis world.

Sharapova's paranoid and almost impersonal desire to win on the court has left her tennis friends few.

Tennis is not the same as basketball, after all, basketball is a team sport, even if you have a bad relationship with your opponent, you can have a good relationship with your teammates, so that you don't have no friends in the circle.

But tennis is mostly played alone, and if you don't have a good relationship with your opponent, then you really have no friends.

There were a lot of people on the scene, but apart from the fact that they were all rich, they had little in common.

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

If you only count the friends that Sharapova invited herself, it would not take an entire hall at all, and only one private room would be enough to complete it.

"Hey, Way, Vasap." Just then, someone walked up to Wayne and said hello.

Wayne turned his head curiously, is there anyone in the basketball world on this occasion?

Because if it's a business partnership, they won't come to Wayne directly, but to Schwartz.

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

Wayne turned his head and looked, hey, really, this wasn't Spike. Lee.

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

"Hello, Spike."

"Hello, how is that old fellow Reggie doing? He shouldn't have a problem playing the playoffs physically, right? ”

Wayne never expected this Spike. The first question Lee asked was actually related to Miller.

Concerned about him so much? Are you not enemies?

This is really black and black, and black feelings.

"Reggie is in great physical condition and he's definitely been outstanding in the playoffs." Wayne replied.

"Really? That's great. You know, there is no Reggie in the playoffs...... It always feels like something is missing. By the way, did Reggie reveal to you his retirement plans, and will he stay after this season? ”

Spike. Li cares, for fear that he will lose a familiar old friend.

'Reggie hasn't said anything about retiring and no one knows if he'll be seen in the dressing room next season.' Wayne shrugged, Miller really hasn't said anything about 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 the championship this season, is Miller willing to keep playing?

When Miller retired in the original history, it was widely believed that Miller was capable of continuing to play, and he was in very good shape.

Even in 2007, when the Celtics triumvirate was formed, they invited Miller to come back to the mountain, but they were still optimistic about Miller's form.

But Miller declined the invitation, perhaps thinking that if he didn't win the championship with the Pacers, it wouldn't be interesting to win the championship.

"I really wish he could play for a few more years, in this league, there are fewer and fewer familiar figures, don't we?" Spike. Lee took a sip of wine and looked very sad.

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

At this time, the door of the hotel flashed again.

Wayne thought it was someone who brought the star, but when he looked closely, it was Sharapova who went to pose on the red carpet again.

No way, it's a business party.

Every hour, Sava would go out and pose for a few minutes for Motorola.

"By the way, may I ask? Are you and him really a couple? "Looking at Sharapova in all her glory outside, Spike. Lee stabbed Wayne with his elbow.

"Uh...... Let's talk about Reggie, Spike. ”

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

Although once and Reggie. Miller had a lot of unpleasantness, but Spike. Lee doesn't have much resentment or prejudice against the Pacers.

In his own words: "I've had holidays with a lot of players, and the Pistons' 'bad boys' used to smash my glasses with a ball before warming up. But I don't think it's despicable behavior, just as I don't think Miller, who had a holiday with me, is a vile villain.

Reggie doesn't have Barkley's rebounding prowess and Michael's aerial flights, but he's a fighter and he's got a great heart. To be honest, I respect him. ”

Wayne then asked Spike as well. Lee asked: "So is there a player you really hate?" ”

The famous New York director nodded very affirmatively: "Scott. Pippen. ”

"Huh?" This answer really surprised Wayne.

"He was very small, and when Michael was there, he was going to rebel. Michael is gone, proving his abilities, but every day he is jealous of Kukoczy's double pay like a resentful woman.

Also, the dunk he humiliated Ewing, I guess that's the real reason I hate him. ”

That's it, in and Spike. In Lee's chat, the party became less boring.

Spike. Lee told Wayne a lot of stories about himself and the NBA stars, and finally, wished the Pacers the best of luck in the playoffs.

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

Finally, at ten o'clock in the evening, Sharapova was able to get out and enjoy her 18th birthday party.

"Wei, I've been waiting for a long time." Exhausted, she returned to Wayne with a smile on her face.

"What, I'm enjoying your party."

"By the way, the band show is about to start, let's go over."

Sava pulled Wayne to a stage where several good-looking singers were preparing.

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

Anyway, Wayne doesn't know him......

When the band began to perform, Sharapova took Wayne's hand and shook it, bouncing along to the music, completely oblivious to the gazes of the people around her.

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

After the band's performance, Sharapova cut a five-story exaggerated cake in front of everyone, announcing that she had officially entered the adult world, and the birthday party was at its climax.

Everyone raised their glasses and congratulated Sava on her birthday.

After the climax, the vibe also dropped faster than Wayne had imagined.

The party is over and everyone is leaving.

Many of them, Sharapova can't even name them, and she may never see them again in her life.

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

Commercialized birthday parties are so ridiculous.

Wayne was about to call the driver to come and drive away, but was held back by Sharapova.

"Are you leaving?" Sharapova looked at Wayne with reluctance in her eyes.

"Hmm...... There is no rush either. ”

"So...... Can you accompany me back to my room later? I...... I have too many things to hold alone. ”

"Oh...... It's okay, I'll wait for you. Wayne nodded, continuing to sit still.

Watch people leave the hotel, step into limousines, and walk away under the gaze of reporters and the envious gaze of passers-by......

Tonight, Wayne has a deeper understanding of the word "drunken gold fan".

Indeed, it's easy to get lost in this vibe.

Wayne couldn't help but pat his chest - fortunately, Lao Tzu was strong enough!

Well? How do you feel like there's something strange in your chest?

Half an hour later, everyone was almost gone, and Sharapova's car had arrived at the door.

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

"The waiter will help me get to the door of my room later."

"I'm rubbing, so what did you call me for!?" Wayne asked silently in his mind.

How do you have the feeling of being abducted?

Yes, there are routines!

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

I treat you as a good friend, but you want to ......

"Actually, I want to share a small cake with you alone. Haha, just ...... To be honest, I didn't feel like I had a birthday at all, it was just a show.

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

Oh, it turned out to be cake, so it's fine.

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

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

Sava was smiling happily, at least more truly, than she had just laughed at the party.

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

Wayne looked at the candlelight and lost his mind, how long had it been since he had a birthday?

"Whew~"

Sharapova blew out all the candles in one go, just after 12 o'clock.

She's really an adult.

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

"Well, it's an honor to be at your coming-of-age birthday party."

"...... Wayne" Suddenly, Sharapova grabbed Wayne's arm with both hands, and the whole person leaned forward.

There's no excuse for that!

The things were also moved, and the secret cake was cut.

It's time for a showdown.

"I ...... Do you know what I just wished? ”

Wayne froze and shook his head mechanically.

Because at this time, Sharapova almost pounced on Wayne.

What about eating cake? You're eating!

Sharapova slowly approached Wayne's ear and spoke softly.

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

"I ......"

Wayne didn't continue answering because his mouth was gagged.

Between the firewood, Sarawa's hand reached into Wayne's suit.

And then...... She inadvertently pulled out the gift that Artai had given Wayne.

Wayne:!!!

Damn, when!? No wonder I just felt something strange in my chest!

"Wei, you...... It's really ......" Sharapova blushed and crumpled the gift in the palm of her hand.

"No, it's ......," Wayne remembered, and since the suit was bought, only Artai had touched it.

That bastard!

I knew I was coming to New York to celebrate Sava's birthday, on purpose!

Don't put weird stuff in my inner pocket of my suit!

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

The beautiful blue skirt also fell to the ground.