Chapter 1257: Chapter 398: Whoever You Are, Get Off Roger Right Now!
Last summer, Roger had just participated in the grand opening ceremony of the Warriors’ new stadium.
And today, he arrived at Reebok’s new global headquarters located in Boston Harbor District, to attend the inauguration ceremony of the new headquarters.
Reebok’s roster of sports superstars is already countless, and today there were quite a few people attending the inauguration ceremony.
But when Roger arrived, everyone else seemed to become the appetizers to the main course—the appetizers that would lose all attention the moment the main course appeared on the table.
Joe Abunassar got out of the car and opened the door for Roger.
Over years of collaboration, he’s not just a trainer but one of the closest people to Roger in his inner circle.
Besides being a trainer, he also works as Roger’s driver, errand runner, secretary, and a generous distributor of ’friend cards’ to ladies of questionable origins, among other things.
He’s like Happy Hogan next to Tony Stark; you can’t quite pin down his specific role, but everyone knows he’s Roger’s man.
Roger, dressed in a suit, was immediately surrounded by reporters as he got out of the car, with flashlights aggressively flashing in his face, which is why he wore sunglasses.
"Roger, how do you view Andrei Kirilenko’s decision to join the Cavaliers?"
"Congratulations to LeBron, after Michael Jordan and Michael Reed, he’s gained another All-Star teammate."
"Do you think the Cleveland Cavaliers will disrupt the order of the East?"
"Next question, I don’t want to break LeBron’s heart, you all know I love him."
"Was winning against a team consisting of three current-season All-Stars really tough in the finals?"
"It’s not too bad, considering the three of them together couldn’t muster a single ring. I still miss Michael; at least he had three on his own back then."
"Between Andrew Bogut and Marvin Williams, who do you think could be the top pick?"
"Hasn’t anyone actually considered Chris Paul?"
"The thug who punched an opponent’s testicle?"
"It’s nothing surprising, trust me, Chris Paul’s fists won’t behave even after entering the NBA. But are we choosing the top pick or the player with the best character?"
Roger skillfully answered a series of questions from the reporters and squeezed into the inauguration ceremony site.
Tom Brady warmly opened his arms and hugged his friend: "Great win, the whole of New York went crazy!"
"San Francisco went crazy too, buddy, Amar’e told me ten girls in wedding dresses ’married’ my statue this morning."
The two had a great conversation, and Roger also greeted other sports stars.
The scene was lively, but there were also people who didn’t fit in.
The most aloof among them was a Russian tennis star, 18 and a half years old, Maria Sharapova.
She was very cool, her overly polite smile keeping a sense of distance from everyone.
After all, the sports world and the entertainment industry are different; a female star in the entertainment industry may rise to fame with her looks or somewhat provocative talents.
But in the sports world, there’s only one way for a star to rise: their skills must be solid.
And for a young girl, just 18, who overturned superstar Williams to win the Wimbledon champion with her skills and gained global fame rapidly while still looking pretty decent, she often fantasizes she’s a high and mighty princess.
But when Roger appeared, the princess put aside her pride.
When Roger and Tom Brady were talking, Maria Sharapova proactively picked up a drink and approached: "Roger, nice to meet you, I’m Maria."
Roger raised his glass to clink with Sharapova: "I totally respect Serena Williams, but many media said that 2004 comeback was luck, as Serena claimed she was unwell before the match. I disagree; a win is a win, a loss is a loss, no excuses. If I lose a game, I wouldn’t say it was because my groin was uncomfortable. I loved that match, watched it many times, it was a great performance, you are the real winner."
Tom Brady took a sip at the side, he finally understood why Roger could be so attractive to women.
He didn’t say the usual "nice to meet you," but instead directly said what the lady most liked to hear.
Tom Brady would bet that he hadn’t seen even a round of the classic game between Serena Williams and Maria Sharapova, but listen to what he’s saying now?
Bastard!
An 18-year-old girl loves the feeling of being cherished by a superstar, especially if he’s a handsome superstar: "Thank you, I also love watching your matches, you know, because of Boki, you’re very popular in Russia. Maybe if you wanna come to Russia for visits, I could be your guide."
Saying that, the 18-year-old tennis rising star pulled out her phone.
In less than five minutes, Roger got the phone number of the coldest woman present.
After Sharapova left, Tom Brady put his arm around Roger’s shoulder: "Another one who’s 18, huh?"
"Why is your mind so dirty, I just met Maria."
"Screw you, I was just thinking, but how many times have you already done it?"
"Okay, Tom, I can give you Maria’s phone number."
"You said the same thing last time!"
"Last time you chickened out."
"Alright, just give me the number later!"
The two hadn’t finished discussing when the inauguration ceremony officially began.