Chapter 231: Call Me Chrissy (Part II)

"What game?"

That is, one person uses body language to tell the second person what he is going to say, and the second person uses body language to relay what he understands to the third person, and so on...... Then let the last man speak what he understood to be the sentence, and see how far it was from the first man's meaning—often as far as the distance from England to China.

The first person said, 'Hey, do you see I'm dressed beautifully today?' ’”

Donn said as he stood up and imitated. He pointed to his clothes, then spun in circles, as if to show off his new clothes to his friends.

Then the second man nodded, turned to the third and said, 'Do you see any dirt on me?' ”

Don spun around, turning his head from side to side and looking behind him with great difficulty.

Seeing this, Gronia had already begun to laugh.

"The third man understood, he nodded, turned to the fourth and said, 'I'm a little dizzy, I'm spinning in circles.' ”

Gronia looked up and laughed.

"The fourth man said to the fifth: 'I like to exercise with a hula hoop!' Don twisted his stomach.

"The fifth said to the sixth; Don't do strenuous exercise when you're pregnant! Don arced his hands in front of his stomach this time, then raised and waved.

Gronia was lying on the table this time, laughing and her shoulders kept shaking.

"Then we asked the sixth man, 'Do you know what he just told you?' The sixth man nodded confidently and said, 'I'm fat, don't dislike me!' ’”

Gronia laughed and leaned back in her chair, loud, not ladylike at all.

Don sat down, looked at each other with a smile, and waited for her to finish.

It took a long time for Gronia to intermittently say, "Don...... Mr. Donn. You...... Sure enough...... Ha ha! Ha ha...... Thankfully, I wasn't eating......"

Don winked at her.

Finally Gronia stopped laughing and leaned back in her chair to gasp for air. "Mr. Donn...... You're a great amusement to be. ”

Don scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Looking at his childlike movements, the corners of Gronia's mouth hooked. "You know what, Mr. Donn. When I decided to do this interview with you and your team, I studied your profile specifically as a host and producer.

This includes your coaching experience and media coverage over the years...... I can't come to a conclusion. For the vast majority of people, I can know what kind of person they are just by a few impressions, and their image can be established in my mind.

But I see you differently...... Well, how to say it? When I first started to get into those things, I felt that you were the kind of person you are, and that image had been established in my heart, but as I went deeper.

I found a new image that was completely different from the one I had just had, and they were completely opposite and contradictory...... But it's all one person, I don't understand.

Eventually, all the images that I had built up before were gone, and I don't know what kind of image you should be. ”

Don pretended to be deep and said, "Your question is very profound. Miss Gronia. This is the ultimate philosophical reflection on 'who am I?'...... I don't know who I am, where I'm from, or where I'm going......"

Gronia laughed again: "Nasty! ”

Don laughed.

In fact, Gronia's words made him a little unsure of how to deal with it, and the atmosphere became heavy when he said it was serious. It's not a good thing, and it doesn't seem to be very polite. simply prevaricated with a joking attitude.

In addition, Don really never thinks about "who am I, where am I from, where am I going?" and so on. He doesn't think about "what kind of person I am", what if he figured it out, what if he couldn't figure it out.

I am who I am, and I figured out that I could make my life better. Can I get more money in the bank?

Gronia tilted her head to look at Donn, squinting at the man in front of her.

She had been filming and interviewing inside Nottingham Forest for three days, not just observing the man, but many people within the club, even the old man watching the gate.

Everyone will say that this man is incredible, when he took over, no one thought that the team would have such a brilliant day, and some people even thought that there must be an unknown secret behind Donn.

In short, this is the man you want to get close to. But as you get closer to him, you find it even harder.

What kind of man is he......

An Englishman who is a fanatical lover of Chinese culture. A man whose temperament has changed dramatically because of a concussion, a young and promising man. A man who looks much younger than his actual age.

But these are just one side of his place, he is like a man with a thousand faces, you don't know whether what is shown in front of you is real and complete, or only one face.

The Man with a Thousand Faces – Tony;; Donne?

That's a good question.

Don noticed that Gronia suddenly stopped talking, but stared at him, and his heart was furious when he saw it, so he asked, "What are you thinking, Miss Gronia?" ”

Gronia retracted her thoughts, refocused her gaze on Donne's face, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Donn, do you have a girlfriend?" ”

This question made Tang En unexpected, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked rhetorically: "You have read so many materials about me, but you haven't introduced this aspect?" ”

Gronia shook her head slightly: "You have been very successful in protecting your private life, and the British media don't know much about your life outside of football, and I don't know much about it. ”

"If the private life of a football coach is the focus of a lot of newspaper hype, that's not normal, right? The coach is not a football star, he is not handsome, there will be no company to sign any endorsement contract, there is no hype value......"

"That's why I thought to ask, Mr. Donne, do you have a girlfriend?" Gronia repeated the question.

Donn's digression was recognized, he hesitated, and the names of the two people flashed through his mind, and it was clear that they were definitely not. He shook his head, "Not yet." ”

Gronia was surprised: "It's incredible, how can such an excellent man as you not have a girlfriend?" ”

"At the moment...... Maybe football is a good girlfriend for me? Don used a questioning tone, for he wasn't sure himself.

"Are you asking me, Mr. Donne?" Gronia was keenly aware of it, and she winked at Donn.

"Uh...... It's not, it's just ...... I'm a very demanding person, and I haven't met a ...... who meets the requirements so far," Donn casually added.

"And what are your specific requirements, Mr. Donn?" Gronia put her chin in her hands and looked at Don across from her and asked.

"Request......" Don suddenly came to his senses, and he decided to turn against the customer, "Are you going to apply, Miss Gronia?" ”

"I'm just interested in the criteria for choosing a mate for a man who is obsessed with it." Gronia grinned and defused Donn's counterattack. 

The two laughed, and no one talked about it again.

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After eating, Don insisted on sending Gronia back to the hotel where they were staying, how could he say that the lady would go back by herself? 

When sending Gronia to the hotel, the two said goodbye at the gate.

"I have one more question, Miss Gronia." 

"Please, Mr. Donne." Gronia stood at the entrance of the hotel, dressed in a white dress, like a lily blooming quietly in the night breeze. 

"You said you didn't come to the conclusion of what kind of person I am, but now?" 

"Now...... "Gronia's voice was deliberately prolonged, her eyes wandering, and she was appetizing Donn. Finally, her gaze fell back on Donn, "Still not." ”

"Ah...... That's a shame. Don sighed exaggeratedly.

"Any questions, Mr. Donn?" 

"I want to ...... Yes, there is no more. ”

"Goodbye, then, Mr. Donne." Gronia waved her hand slightly, and the lily swayed in the wind. 

"Goodbye, Miss Gronia......" A finger was placed on Donne's lips, and the movement brought the fragrance of a woman, and with the breath penetrated Donne's nostrils.

Don was stunned, and Glonia smiled and said, "Call me Chris." ”

"Goodbye...... Chriss. ”

Gronia retracted her hand contentedly, turned and walked into the hotel lobby.

Don raised his hand and touched his lips, then turned around and walked back to the taxi, where the driver, Randy, was waiting for him.

"Who is that woman, Tony? Your girlfriend? ”

Don, who got into the car, turned his head to look at the brightly lit hotel door outside the window, and shook his head: "No, it's not." Let's go, go home, Randy. ”