Chapter 233： Won't you come in for a cup of coffee?

"Quickly, Charlie, he's here!" Ryan pointed to the side of the court and loudly reminded Charlize.

There is no runway at the Rose Bowl Stadium, and the stadium is not far from the stands. The Galaxy No. 10 just came to the wing and was ready to kick a free kick.

"Charlie, it's now!"

The guy stood in front of the ball with his hands on his hips. Although they were still some distance away from Ryan and Charlize, the two of them were condescending and had an absolute advantage.

"Look at me!"

Charlize threw out the energy drink with the help of his height and arm length. The bottle traversed a wonderful arc, passed over the heads of many spectators, and flew towards the guy.

It's a pity that Charlize Theron's accuracy was still a little worse, and the bottle fell directly next to No. Ten, immediately alarming this guy.

Probably just kicked off a penalty kick and was booed by the audience. This guy was very angry. He picked up the bottle and looked at the stands behind him angrily, as if he wanted to find the culprit.

"Hurry up and let me hide."

After all, Charlize Theron was only twenty-one years old, playing with a positive heart, and pulled Ryan directly in front of him and hid behind him.

"Come on, Charlie." With a beautiful woman behind him, Ryan was a little unnatural. "There are so many people in the stands, that fool will definitely not find a murderer!"

"I'm not a murderer~" Charlize murmured behind him.

"Look, Charlie! The great show is coming on stage!" Ryan yelled excitedly, "Hurry up!"

"what?"

Charlize Theron stepped on the seat, supported Ryan's shoulder, and stuck his head out from behind, "What happened?"

During the moment she asked, the number ten was booed by the audience again, and he couldn't help it anymore, his lips flipped as if he was cursing something. He threw the bottle of energy drink back onto the stand.

"Red card! Red card!"

After watching so many ball games in his previous life, Ryan naturally knew what the result would be, waving his arms and shouting constantly.

"Red card! Send him off!"

Perhaps it was the relationship between Ryan shaking his body. Charlize was completely lying on his back, and at the same time made a smirking sound. It doesn't matter if the opponent is a player of the home team they support.

The obvious action of No. 10 naturally could not escape the eyes of the chief referee. The tall black referee rushed to the front of No. 10 with a red card, and threw him off the court without hesitation.

"Yes!"

Ryan turned around to celebrate with Charlize's high-five, then the audience erupted with a loud boo, when it turned out that the tenth was off. He raised his **** to the stand here.

"!..."

Ryan and Charlize burst into words starting with f. The two of them did not have the usual graceful temperament, and they vented their passionate emotions.

"What's the name of that number ten? I want to buy the Los Angeles Galaxy and sign a long contract with him. Let him sit on the bench!" Ryan's words were so bold, a bit of a nouveau riche.

"No! He should be sent to Africa as a cowherd!"

Charlize Theron suddenly woke up and said with hindsight, "He is a player of the Galaxy team! Oh, my God! We took our players off the court!"

"Follow him. As long as we are happy!"

Ryan said carelessly, anyway, he is not a fan of the Los Angeles Galaxy.

The fans in the stands turned to each other and seemed to hit the Galaxy players. They quickly lost a goal, but the opponent made a mistake before the end. They were given an Oolong, which equalized the score.

However, the game did not end there. What happened next made Ryan and Charlize, who are familiar with football, looked at each other and sighed that the rules of Major League Soccer were too weird.

According to the rules, the winner must be divided after the game is tied. However, the way to decide the winner is neither overtime nor penalty kicks, but...35-yard single-handed shots.

As the name suggests, the offensive player starts to dribble the ball outside the penalty area 35 yards from the goal, and must shoot the ball into the opponent's goal within 5 seconds, and the goalkeeper can block the opponent's scoring by attacking. This is the so-called single-handed kick. .

Oh, God! Save these Yankees who play football! Ryan shook his head.

No wonder the early development of major professional leagues has not been smooth, and this rule may have played a lot in it.

"Let's go."

After the game, the Galaxy team left the field dejectedly. Ryan and Charlize realized that they were too excited just now, and their postures are a bit too intimate now.

The two chose a less crowded passage and walked out of the court, discussing as they walked.

"35-yard single-handed ball to decide the winner, this seems to be the only one in the world, Ryan?

"I haven't heard of it anyway." Ryan shrugged, and then said with a playful smile, "Charlie, you are the culprit for the Galaxy's loss."

"It seems you are in it, Ryan?" Charlize Theron smiled very sweetly, "Don't forget, you made me throw it away."

After a game, the relationship between the two obviously got closer.

As the night was getting late, Ryan sent Charlize Theron back to Santa Monica and watched the South African Diamond get out of the car. When he was about to drive away, the other party spoke.

"Don't you come in for a cup of coffee, Ryan?"

"This..." Ryan looked at the dark night, then looked at the hands of the watch, and shook his head vigorously, "It's getting late, let's forget it."

I have to go back to catch up with the script of "Eileen Brockovich"! Also prepare for the trip to New York after the New Year! And an essay for "Vanity Fair"! Ryan easily found an excuse to persuade himself. He said that he would not admit anything. For a moment, he really wanted to go in for a cup of coffee.

After the New Year, Ryan went to New York as planned. He first came to the Blue Sky Studio in Blaircliff Manor.

"Our main job now is to produce virtual scenes for "Titanic". James Cameron is very anxious, and the studio has to concentrate on this project."

After a brief circle around the studio, everyone came to a reception room, and Chris Witch introduced the current situation of the studio.

Ryan nodded. No one knew better than him, what kind of attitude James Cameron was using for post-production. The set tyrant almost put his home in the editing room, the blade of the press conference. He was posted in a prominent position, always reminding him and his team.

"Ryan, after "Titanic". I don't plan to let the studio accept the business of special effects for movies anymore. Blue Sky's advantage lies in animation. Animation feature films are our pursuit." After Pixar's great success, Chris • Wedge is naturally unwilling to follow.

"Okay." Ryan nodded, "Chris, I will not interfere with your specific operations. I just want to say one thing. As long as the animated short films you make can be recognized by the Oscars, I will come up with With a budget of US$50 million. Support your animated feature film plan."

"Then you wait and see, Ryan." Chris Witch's mouth almost reached the base of his ears.

This is a production budget of 50 million US dollars. It is said that Pixar's "Toy Story 2" is no more than this. Blue Sky Studios will soon usher in the opportunity to rise.

Leaving the blue sky studio. Ryan rushed directly to the theater on Broadway, and the rehearsal of "Anne's Diary" had begun.

After a brief negotiation with the staff at the door, Ryan entered the theater, which is currently not scheduled for performances. The men and women on the stage are playing against each other.

Randomly found no one's location. After Ryan sat down, his eyes followed the slender **** the stage. Natalie didn't put on makeup, her delicate appearance was not so beautiful, and the clothes she wore were not tasteful. But it seems unusually true and self-evident, these are the most moving parts of her.

Although there were a few short breaks in the crew, Ryan didn't come forward to say hello. He just watched silently, until the rehearsal was over, when the actors had all exited, then he walked into the backstage.

"I'm looking for Miss Natalie." Ryan's face is the best pass.

"Sorry, Mr. Jenkins, this is a dressing room for ladies."

Hearing this female staff member say so, Ryan shrugged and waited by the door.

"Hey, Natalie, I heard that you and Ryan are good friends, can you help me get an autographed photo of him." A girl's voice came out in the locker room.

"He should be right outside the door, you can ask for it yourself."

Hearing Natalie's voice, Ryan shook his head. He didn't know when Natalie found herself.

"Really, Natalie, this is impossible!"

"When we were rehearsing, he was sitting under the theater, but you didn't notice it."

"Will it be true...?"

Accompanied by this female voice, the locker room door suddenly opened from the inside, and the person behind asked, "What happened?"

"Ryan..."

"Is he really outside?"

"It's true!"

Looking at the group of girls who were surrounding him, Ryan gave Natalie a grin. Is this fun?

After meeting their signature requirements, the girls who had finished changing their clothes dispersed. Many of them swept between Ryan and Natalie with strange eyes, as if they were admiring the eight o'clock stall. The soap opera is average.

"When did you see me?" Ryan asked after taking the handbag from Natalie .

"Just when you sit down." Natalie put on her coat and looked at Ryan and said, "Your clothes are too thin. This is New York, not Los Angeles. Ryan, pay attention to your physique!"

"Don't worry, Nat, I'm not as weak as you think." Ryan said, walking towards the back door of the theater with Natalie, "The weather in New York today is very good, it's not cold at all."

"Where to go next?" Ryan asked again.

"I want to go home." Natalie's face was unnoticeably tired.

"Well then, may I ask Miss Natalie, can I be a guest at your house?" Ryan said very seriously, "I haven't seen Mrs. Shelly and Mr. Avner for a long time."

ps:

Four more today! I have oversized pimples in the middle of my head. When I open my mouth, my scalp hurts. Eating and drinking are about to become a problem. I feel depressed! ()