In the fourth NBA game, Jiang Siming finally appeared at the venue again. This time, he had come alone.
The Lakers currently led the Heat 2–1. The two sides still had to play at least two more games, and the series would only end if the Lakers won both of them in a row.
Mei Mei, who had appeared in all three games after missing the first, finally got to see Jiang Siming today.
The moment she saw Jiang Siming, Mei Mei hurriedly waved at him and pointed to the empty seat beside her. Her meaning could not have been clearer.
"Could you be a little more reserved, darling?" Christine said helplessly, covering her head.
She really could not understand it. He was just a man—was there any need to be so proactive and attentive?
"Reserved? What's that? I figured it out a long time ago. I'm going to pursue him!"
The word "reserved" did not exist in Mei Mei's dictionary.
She had started thinking that way after Jiang Siming returned her call.
"You'd better think it through. He already has a wife, and not just one wife, either," Christine said, even more baffled.
Could this be the bandwagon effect? The more sought-after a man was, the more people liked him?
"Don't misunderstand. I just want to date him."
At that moment, Christine really wanted to say, If you want to date someone, you can date me. I'd dump all my girlfriends in a heartbeat.
But clearly, Mei Mei would never agree.
Jiang Siming had already walked over.
"Shifu, shifu, sit here!" O'Neal waved at Jiang Siming as well.
That was the extent of the Chinese he had learned over the past few days.
If Jiang Siming had not known he was a foreigner, he might even have suspected that