Chapter 439

In the United States or North America, the most popular sport was American football, also known as football. Although this sport was not very popular around the world, it was extremely popular in North America. Almost everyone had their own favorite team. Every family would go to the stadium or watch football at home on weekends. And in high schools, an excellent quarterback on a football team did not have to worry about not finding a girlfriend.

Every year, the Super Bowl, which was also the football final, was a festival that was even more lively than Independence Day. If a singer could be invited to sing at the Super Bowl, not only was it a manifestation of fame, but it was also of considerable help to the promotion of fame and popularity. Michael Jackson sang on stage at the Super Bowl more than once.

Therefore, the Major League Football was also the most high-profile organization in the American sports world. Its status was equivalent to Hollywood's MPAA. Even presidential candidates had to try their best to please the Major League boss during the election.

Baseball ranked second. Although it was not as popular as football, the upper-class people who liked sports did not mind bringing their children to the baseball field and watching the game with binoculars from afar. It was much more interesting than the rough collision of muscles in football.

Third and fourth were basketball and ice hockey. These two sports were basically equal in status. However, basketball had always been prone to some freakish players, who could beat five players at their best. Just like football, it was very much in line with the American concept of individual heroism, so it was slightly ahead of the other two sports. For example, with Michael Jordan's goal of the Triple Crown, basketball had surpassed baseball as the second most popular sport in North America.

Ice hockey also inherited the focus of the fight between the muscles of football. It was easy to attract attention when players wore thick, armor-like protective clothing and fought on a narrow field. Moreover, how to put the small ball into the opponent's net was a test of strength and skill, so it was also very popular. It was probably because it wanted to take care of both aspects, but it was not as good as those sports that only worked on one aspect, so it became the bottom of the list.

However, these four sports were the most popular in North America, so it was very suitable for friends or couples to watch football in the stadium on weekends.

"Foul, this is foul!" With the loud mockery of the audience, Julia also shouted with her hands rolled up. Although the brim of her hat was very low, Adriaan could totally imagine her excited expression.

Just a minute ago, a member of the Detroit Red Wings made a relatively covert foul. He used his knee to knock away a Los Angeles Kings player who was close to him and then shot the ball into the goal. The referee did not make a penalty call because his line of sight was blocked, so the surrounding crowd began to jeer and jeer.

Because he wanted to experience a more direct atmosphere, Adriaan did not buy a box ticket. Instead, he and Julia, who was in disguise, sat in the most common seats in the audience. Although Julia looked very calm at the beginning, as the rhythm of the game became more intense, she began to get excited. She grabbed Adriaan's arm and shouted.

Therefore, when she saw the unfairness of the referee and faced such a passionate atmosphere, she could not help but shout out loud. She did not care about the possibility of being recognized.

"God! This is foul! Foul! "Adriaan also waved his arm and shouted.

To be honest, he did not like to vent his emotions in such a way. In his opinion, it was a sign of a lack of self-control. After merging the memories of two lives, he preferred to be a person who could remain calm and rational at all times. He could look on coldly from the sidelines in the face of any situation. Only then could he better analyze the nature of things on the basis of foresight and achieve the goal he wanted!

However, this did not mean that he could not show a fanatical expression with the audience. After all, he was on a date. His date was starting to get excited, and he was still sitting there calmly. Did he not intend to continue?

"Damn it! If it wasn't for the referee's mistake, the Kings would not have lost this game! " After coming out of the ice hockey arena, Julia said angrily as she walked. She was still brooding over the result of the game.

Although Adriaan wanted to say that even if the referee did not make that mistake, the Kings' chances of losing were more than 70%. The Red Wings had already far exceeded the Kings' number of shots. However, at the moment, the indignant Julia was obviously on the Kings' side, so it was better to put such words to the back of his mind.

"Yes, it was precisely because of this misjudgment that the Kings' morale plummeted. As a result, the Red Wings scored several times in a row," he said in the end.

"I think the Kings should file a complaint to the referee committee! Otherwise, who knows when this kind of unfair situation will happen again. "Julia's tone was still a little intense, just like the Kings fans around her.

"Alright, let's calm down. I don't think you want to see something like 'Julia Roberts lost her temper on the street because she was in a bad mood' in tomorrow's newspaper, right?" Adriaan laughed and took her arm. "Let's go somewhere else and have fun. Let's throw away all the unhappiness from just now!"

The two then went to a nightclub to relax. During this time, Julia would scold the referee from time to time. Naturally, Adriaan echoed her, comforted her, and teased her. This made Julia smile a lot more.

"You know, Eide, every time I go on a date with you, I feel very relaxed. It's really … strange." Julia said this as she stretched her arms and swayed as she walked on the flower bed. Although the large windbreaker covered her figure, it was quite attractive from the back when she was stretched out like this.

"Be careful, Julie!" Seeing that she almost slipped, Adriaan quickly went forward and hugged her.

"It's okay, I'm fine. I'm just … a little excited." Julia grabbed his arm and said with a smile. After staring at him for a long time, she suddenly turned her head and stopped smiling. "I think I should go back."

"Okay, I'll send you." Adriaan did not say anything else.

The two then went to the parking lot. After getting in the car and fastening their seatbelts, Julia said, "I have a small detached villa in Santa Monica. Send me there. When you came to pick me up today, I think I saw some reporters nearby."

"My pleasure." Adriaan nodded, started the car, and drove in the direction of Santa Monica.

On the way, they still did not say anything. Adriaan concentrated on driving, while Julia looked at the scenery outside without turning her head. Because it was late, and the road conditions in Los Angeles were not bad, it took about 20 minutes for Adriaan to send Julia to the small villa in Santa Monica.

"Then, that's it …" After standing outside the villa for a few minutes, Julia, who was playing with her keys with her head down, finally raised her head. However, before she could finish, she was interrupted by Adriaan. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

The other party looked at her with a piercing gaze that carried a trace of aggressiveness, causing her to suddenly feel flustered and flustered.

"Um … okay!" Julia said almost subconsciously.

They opened the door into the living room and turned on the wall lights. The slightly dim living room looked quite romantic. The furnishings were very simple, but at the same time very harmonious. The glass door faced the small garden, which gave people a sense of peace.

"When I'm in a bad mood, I come here and sit quietly on the sofa, looking at the scenery outside, or do yoga on the floor for a few minutes. That way, I can calm myself down," Julia said as she took off her coat.

"It's a good pastime, but I prefer to go to the gym to work out. Not only can I use my sweat to drive away my worries, but I can also maintain my figure." Adriaan took her coat and hung it on the hanger for her.

Julia glanced at him and then sat down on the sofa. At first, the two were silent for a few minutes, but after Julia came out with a bottle of champagne, the atmosphere gradually began to warm up, and the laughter gradually increased.

"I don't think so. You're quibbling. You're quibbling again, Eide …" Julia couldn't remember how many times she had laughed, but this time, she suddenly realized that the two of them seemed to be a little closer than before. At first, she sat on the sofa, and Adriaan sat on the armchair, but now, Adriaan was very close to her.

"So, how am I quibbling, Julie?" Adriaan looked at her with a smile, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes.

"Um … I'm sorry, I have to go." Julia put the long-necked glass in her hand on the coffee table, got up, and hurried into the bathroom.

"Damn it, what the hell are you thinking?" Julia asked as she stared at herself in the mirror with both hands on the sink counter. "You actually took out champagne."

When they were at the nightclub, Adriaan didn't order any alcoholic drinks because he said that he was driving. But now, Julia took out champagne. Although the alcohol content of this thing was pitifully small, the meaning behind it was self-evident.

"He has an official girlfriend, and …" Julia murmured as she covered her forehead. She stared blankly for a few minutes, then suddenly puffed out her chest, combed her hair in front of the mirror, and unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt. Then, she lifted her breasts and shook them. After turning around twice, she walked toward the door.

"So what? It's not like I haven't seen a man before. This is Hollywood, let's just treat it as … "Julia shrugged and didn't continue speaking. She opened the door and returned to the living room.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Julia sat down on the sofa again and smiled charmingly at Adriaan. Compared to before, she looked even more charming now that she had completely let go.

"It's okay. Most of the time, the wait is worth it." Adriaan smiled. Without waiting for her to speak, he cupped her face and kissed her iconic mouth.

Julia whimpered twice at first, then began to respond enthusiastically, clicking her tongue incessantly. Then, Adriaan's hands began to wander around her body, caressing and unbuttoning his shirt. Julia also reached out and pulled on the belt around his waist.

Plop. Adriaan pressed Julia down on the sofa, and their legs bumped together. Although there was still something between them, Julia could feel it and couldn't help but moan with desire.

However, just as Adriaan was about to move further, she suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Eide … You have a girlfriend …"

Adriaan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled. Julia seemed to be refusing, but her legs that were wrapped around his waist were clearly reminding him that she didn't want to wait any longer.

"Don't worry about it," he said as he leaned down and sucked on the two nipples that appeared when her bra was pulled down.