Who would still play tennis after being reborn?

Chapter 85 I even have fans picking me up at the airport? (13)

After breakfast, at 10:30 a.m., on the flight back to Ningbo.

Xia Zhitong probably hadn't stayed up all night, and might not have even gone to bed before 10 p.m. Even after a night, she was still groggy, and it was Gu Cheng who pulled her onto the plane.

"Go back to sleep!"

"Ah."

Xia Zhitong didn't try to tough it out. Gu Cheng asked a flight attendant for a blanket to cover her up, and then idly pulled out a magazine from the back pocket of the seat in front of him and started reading.

A short while later, several people rushed into the cabin.

The commotion was a little loud, and Gu Cheng subconsciously looked up and saw that quite a few people had entered the cabin.

A man and a woman walked towards him, both wearing masks, and then sat down in front of him in his row.

As Gu Cheng lowered his head to continue reading the magazine, he heard the masked young man in front of him whisper in the woman's ear, "I told you to book business class, why is it economy class?"

The woman explained, "You suddenly changed your plans, and by the time I booked a business class ticket, it was all sold out. Only economy class was available, unless I took an afternoon flight."

The young man shook his head: "The afternoon won't work. My flight arrives in Ningbo late at night, and I won't be able to issue the announcement. This announcement is very helpful to me, so I can't be late. Besides, I can't afford to offend the organizers."

The woman sighed, "The main problem is that the trip was too rushed. If it were any afternoon, I could have gotten a business class ticket."

Although the young man complained a little, he finally shook his head: "Forget it, it's already like this, let's just sit in economy class. It's only a few hours anyway, it's just uncomfortable to wear a mask all the time."

Upon hearing this, the woman turned around and glanced behind her twice: "Why don't you take off your mask?"

The young man was somewhat tempted, but in the end he shook his head: "Forget it, it wouldn't be good if I got recognized later. We're on a plane, so let's try to keep a low profile and not make too much of a fuss."

"Ah."

"By the way, there wasn't any fan pick-up or anything like that, right?"

"No."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "That's good. Let's not do it this time. We're in a hurry. If we get stuck at the airport, it will be hard to explain if we're late."

The two chatted quietly for a few minutes, then sat down as reminded by the flight attendant.

Gu Cheng, who was behind the two, seemed to understand somewhat.

star?

It's pretty much the same.

He couldn't recognize who it was, and he couldn't recall it. It was probably a young, fresh-faced guy. Anyway, the voice sounded young, maybe in his early twenties.

Gu Cheng ignored the two of them and kept looking down at his magazine.

As he watched, he lost track of time before turning to look at the girl beside him.

Xia Zhitong was wearing a loose-fitting knitted cardigan today, with the collar slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck and her collarbone faintly visible.

The girl tilted her head slightly to one side, leaning against the porthole. Her soft black hair fell down, and a few strands rose and fell gently with her breath. The dim light in the cabin was like a thin veil, gently covering her face.

Xia Zhitong was sleeping soundly at this moment. If you got close, you could even hear her even and shallow breathing, as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Outside the window, the clouds shimmered with a faint golden light under the sun. Occasionally, turbulence caused the plane to vibrate slightly, but it did not disturb the girl's sweet dream. She leaned there quietly, like a painting that one couldn't help but admire closely.

Especially those gently touched pink lips, their movement and stillness instantly took root in Gu Cheng's heart.

The two-hour journey ended quickly. As the plane landed and taxied and slowed down on the runway, the huge jolt instantly woke the sleeping girl.

Eyes open.

Still drowsy, her eyes appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light, like a lake veiled in a thin mist. She blinked, her gaze slowly focusing, finally settling on Gu Cheng's face, who was looking at her.

"Gu Cheng, have we arrived?"

As she spoke, she pursed her lips slightly, and her tongue unconsciously licked her slightly dry lips, leaving a moist sheen.

Gu Cheng smiled at her and nodded gently: "Mm."

Xia Zhitong raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. Her fingers were slender, and her movements were slow, as if her body had not yet fully caught up with the rhythm of her consciousness.

"Well……"

A soft, nasal sound escaped her throat, carrying a hint of dazed charm. She gently shook her head, letting stray strands of hair slide off her cheeks. Her eyes gradually cleared, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips, as if she had remembered something pleasant.

"Aunt Wu has asked Uncle Lu to pick you up. You and Aunt Wu can go home first. If you need anything, please contact us via WeChat."

"Oh."

At this moment, the plane gradually came to a stop, and the man and woman in front quickly put their masks on tightly.

After passing through security, there were several hundred people standing at the airport entrance. As more and more people came out of the airport, the scene gradually got out of control.

"what!"

"It's him!"

"Come out, come out!"

"I saw him! He's so handsome!"

"Ahhh! I'm going crazy, I'm about to see my idol!"

It was full of people, both men and women, and almost all of them were young, with most being seventeen or eighteen years old.

The screams nearly startled the passengers who were leaving the airport.

The young heartthrob was walking not far ahead of Gu Cheng. Seeing the commotion outside, the young man frowned, turned around to look at the woman, and said with a hint of resentment, "Didn't I tell you not to do that fan-welcome-at-the-air thing?"

"What should we do now?"

"I'll be surrounded soon, and the fans will want autographs. I can't just ignore them, can I?"

"If that were to happen, tomorrow's trending topic would probably be about a certain young male celebrity being met by fans at the airport, whose cold attitude has angered the public."

"It would be one thing under normal circumstances, but today is such an important day, how could you..."

The woman was also a little stunned, and immediately turned around to explain, "I didn't mention your visit to Ningbo today in the fan group." "If you didn't mention it, how did they know?"

The woman frowned and said, "Could it be that the fans in the group got the information from other channels? You know, there are many children from wealthy families among the fans, and they have plenty of ways to find out your schedule."

Upon hearing this, the young man could only sigh helplessly: "Fine, let's leave it at that. I'll deal with it for now, explain things to my fans, and then post an apology on Weibo in my name later. That should be fine."

"It can only be the."

The two quickly finalized the next steps and then walked towards the crowd with smiles on their faces.

Uncle Lu had already picked up Xia Zhitong and Aunt Wu from another entrance. Gu Cheng, pulling his suitcase, watched as the young man and his assistant, who were walking ahead, suddenly stopped and chatted for a while. The young man's expression changed from anger to helplessness and then to a smile. Gu Cheng could roughly guess what was going on.

I thought to myself, "Fans these days really have a lot of influence; they can find out celebrities' schedules so easily."

However, it's also possible that it was staged by himself.

It can only be said that although being a celebrity is glamorous, sometimes their privacy is practically nonexistent.

Unlike ordinary people like him, who would probably be unknown on the street, he smiled nonchalantly as he watched the young idol walk towards the crowd of fans, and swaggered out.

But just as the young man in front of him was about to take off his mask and Gu Cheng came out with his suitcase, the scene suddenly changed.

Before Gu Cheng could react, he saw the group of fans who had been chattering earlier suddenly turn their gazes toward him. They looked at him as if they had seen a relative, howling and then pouncing on him like ferocious tigers.

"God Gu!!"

"It's Gu Cheng!"

"It's finally out! He really did come back on this flight. The big shots in the group are amazing! They even managed to get Gu Shen's itinerary. That's incredible!"

"Holy crap! Gu Shen! I'm your fan!"

"Gu Shen! Count me in with you in Evolution!"

"Gu Shen! Teach me how to hit a topspin serve!"

"Ha! This ball will disappear!"

……

No one glanced at the young man who was about to pull off his mask; every single one of them rushed straight towards Gu Cheng, as if they had been waiting for him for some time.

Gu Cheng was dumbfounded.

A cutely dressed girl rushed up to Gu Cheng immediately: "Gu God, I'm a die-hard fan of The Prince of Tennis! I've watched every single one of your matches, you're amazing! Can I get your autograph?"

Gu Cheng: "..."

what?
Are these my fans who came to greet me at the airport?

Before long, a boy about the same age as Gu Cheng came up to him with a Prince of Tennis manga in his arms: "Gu Cheng, your tennis skills in the final against Verin were amazing! You really brought glory to our country! Can you sign my name? Just in the Prince of Tennis manga."

"Gu Shen, please sign your autograph for me!"

Within seconds, Gu Cheng found himself surrounded by a dense crowd of comic books and pens offered for autographs.

For a moment, Gu Cheng's eyes were almost dazzled.

This……

Nobody's going to hand me an IOU to sign, is that right?
I'm not even 18 yet, so my signature doesn't count.

Gu Cheng felt a pang of sympathy. Having lived three lifetimes, this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene, and he was somewhat at a loss for words. However, looking at the group of young men and women in front of him who were about the same age as him, Gu Cheng felt too embarrassed to refuse, so he had no choice but to agree to sign their names one by one.

"Ah! I got Gu Shen's autograph."

"Gu Cheng, can you sign five words for me? You're a fraudster on the sports field!"

"I got it too!"

"Gu Shen's autograph! Haha, this is Gu Shen's autograph from when he first became famous, it's bound to be valuable in the future!"

"Gu Shen, sign one for me too!"

"Don't push! One at a time."

……

Gu Cheng's hands were numb from signing, and the number of people surrounding him didn't decrease; on the contrary, it seemed to be increasing.

On one side, the young man and his assistant, who had already prepared to reveal their identities, were both dumbfounded.

The young man even subconsciously took off his mask, only to find that no one paid any attention to him.

The assistant took one look and pulled it down as well.

No one even glanced at them.

The young man was dumbfounded: "He's a celebrity? I have absolutely no recollection of him! These fans are crazy!"

The assistant shook his head: "Never seen it before!"

Seeing the scene before him, the young heartthrob suddenly remembered his preparations to greet fans at the airport, and felt an instant, awkward embarrassment.

That's so awkward!
Scratching the back of his head, the young man smiled helplessly: "So it turns out they weren't here to pick us up at all."

"I thought they were here to pick us up, but I didn't expect..."

The assistant gave an awkward smile.

This is a big deal!

Gu Cheng was surrounded and had no way to get through. He was extremely helpless and thought to himself that he should have left with Xia Zhitong.

However, he really didn't expect that after playing in the Australian Open wildcard tournament, he would have fans waiting for him at the airport, and they would be so crazy about him.

It turns out that being a celebrity isn't easy!

Just signing autographs is exhausting!

(End of this chapter)