The Directionally Challenged Girl

Chapter 13: Directionally Challenged Girl

The girl's eyes suddenly sparkled, as if Sun Hao was the Monkey King she'd been waiting five hundred years for.

Bah, why did Sun Hao have to be surnamed Sun?

"Are you American?"

Sun Hao shook his head with a smile.

In his past life, he'd been an assistant coach in the NCAA for a long time, so his accent was very American.

Plus, there were plenty of Asian-Americans in the States, so it was no wonder the girl had that impression.

She was probably American, then.

The delight on the girl's face faded, but a hint of joy still lingered.

"Sun, I've got something to take care of, so I'll head back first."

Fernandez was a clever little imp; seeing the situation was favorable, he spoke up directly.

Sun Hao shot Fernandez a speechless look, but Fernandez had already turned and walked away.

His frame was small, but his back looked mighty tall.

The kid was even walking with his hands behind his back? Were you reincarnated too, huh!

"Sorry, are you in a hurry?"

The girl had no idea about the exchange between Sun Hao and Fernandez; she thought she'd interrupted something important, and her face showed a hint of apology.

"No, it's fine. Are you having some trouble?"

Sun Hao withdrew his gaze—business first.

"I want to go to Las Ventas Bullring, but I got lost. I asked a few people on the street, but I don't speak Spanish."

The girl explained her situation.

Sun Hao nodded after hearing her out.

For over five hundred years before the 19th century, Spain had been a maritime power, unlike countries like Australia or the United States that were colonized by Britain.

That difference meant they weren't like those colonized nations either; their official language was Spanish, not English.

Sun Hao still hadn't fully adjusted, but luckily, the youth team players came from all over the world, and the default official language for communication was English.

He usually trained at the gym, and even when he went out, it was with Fernandez, so he hadn't run into this kind of trouble.

"Then how did you end up here?"

After nodding, Sun Hao couldn't help asking.

He understood the situation, but how had this girl ended up alone on these streets?

If it had happened at a train station, he'd find it more believable, but the problem was this was near the youth team gym.

This place was so remote that pigeons outnumbered people.

"I took a taxi here. The driver spoke English, but his car broke down. He dropped me off at that intersection over there, said if I walked north a bit more, I'd be there. But I've been walking and still haven't made it."

The girl's explanation was clear, but when Sun Hao saw the direction she pointed, his head started to ache.

Because that wasn't north at all!

That was south!

This girl was probably directionally challenged.

But back then, there were no phone maps, so getting lost in an unfamiliar place was somewhat understandable.

Though theoretically, mistaking south for north was a low-probability event.

"You went the wrong way. You should head that direction instead. But at this hour, Las Ventas Bullring is about to close. If you want to go, you'd better do it tomorrow."

Sun Hao pointed out the correct route, but then added an extra reminder.

"Ah? Well... okay..."

The girl's expression turned helpless, and she looked a bit deflated.

Sun Hao thought about asking about her parents, but decided against it.

Fernandez had created an opportunity for him to chat up a girl, not to play dad.

"Do you know if there's a place to stay around here?"

The girl quickly followed up.

She was a stranger in a strange land, and meeting someone who spoke English made her cling to Sun Hao like a lifeline.

"There's a hotel two blocks that way. You brought your passport, right?"

Sun Hao asked.

The girl nodded.

"Forget it, it's not far. I'll take you there."

Sun Hao now felt like this girl might be directionally challenged, and since he was already being a good Samaritan, he might as well see it through.

The girl stuck her tongue out at Sun Hao and said thanks, clearly aware that her sense of direction wasn't great.

After walking the girl to the hotel entrance, Sun Hao was about to leave.

The girl looked about his age—fine as someone to practice flirting with to sharpen his skills, but anything more... Juvenile Protection Law warning.

"Wait, let me treat you to a meal, thanks for showing me the way and for bringing me to the hotel."

The girl took the initiative to speak to Sun Hao.

Sun Hao checked the time; it was about dinner hour anyway, and there happened to be a Western restaurant downstairs from the hotel.

Besides, how could he turn down a free meal?

The two went to the Western restaurant, ordered their food, and started chatting.

The girl might have been bad with directions, but she was outgoing and talkative.

Sun Hao felt a strange sense of familiarity with her, but even after she said her name was Jocelyn, he still couldn't place it.

If he had any impression of someone from the US, it would likely be a female celebrity, but he didn't know any Jocelyn.

Maybe it was just an illusion—face blindness was pretty normal sometimes.

As they talked more, the conversation gradually expanded.

And Jocelyn was indeed proactive, already starting to share with Sun Hao about her work and why she'd come to Spain.

She was an actress, a child star who'd debuted very early.

But the information coming out of her mouth was a bit different from what Sun Hao had imagined.

In Sun Hao's view, a child star who achieved fame young, like a five-star high school recruit in the US, should have a bright future ahead.

But from what Jocelyn said, she hadn't had a fulfilling childhood like ordinary people; she'd been busy with acting from a very young age.

Either she was acting, or she was preparing to act—day after day of the same routine left her exhausted.

So this time, she'd specifically turned down a movie and run off to travel and relax.

It was just that, due to her age, she lacked experience in this area, chose Spain, and didn't even bring a translator.

If she hadn't run into Sun Hao, she might not have even found a place to stay that night.

"Do you have anything to do these next couple of days? Can you take me to Las Ventas Bullring? I'm afraid I'll get lost again."

Jocelyn made a reluctant request to Sun Hao.

"Tomorrow works, but the day after doesn't—I have a game the night after."

Now that they were closer, Sun Hao didn't mind helping out.

But the day after was the game against the Student Team, so there'd definitely be training during the day.

"Are you a sports athlete?"

Jocelyn was surprised.

She'd been the one doing all the talking earlier; Sun Hao hadn't even mentioned what he did.

Sun Hao nodded.

"Football?"

Jocelyn pressed.

Football was America's number one sport, and Sun Hao looked pretty strong after years of systematic training.

Sun Hao smiled and shook his head.

"Basketball."

He added.

"NBA, I know it, I've been to a game."

To Sun Hao's surprise, Jocelyn had actually been exposed to basketball before.

This gave them even more to talk about.

And honestly, Sun Hao playing professional basketball—whether in real-life training or system training—day after day, his body and mind sometimes got tired too.

From a certain angle, even though their careers were different, they resonated on this point.

And as they went deeper, they found not only common topics but also shared hobbies.

Besides acting, Jocelyn's biggest hobby was also traveling!

That was clear from how she chose to relieve stress through travel.

This discovery made them chat even more intently, and before they knew it, over an hour had passed.

By the end, Sun Hao also agreed to come pick her up tomorrow morning to take her to Las Ventas Bullring.

After the meal, Sun Hao walked Jocelyn to the hotel entrance.

Jocelyn suddenly stepped forward, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Sun Hao on the cheek.

Sun Hao was stunned.

"See you tomorrow, then."

Jocelyn waved as she added.

Sun Hao hadn't snapped out of it yet, nodding mechanically.

By the time he came to, Jocelyn had already turned and entered the hotel.

A gust of wind blew.

His face felt a bit cool. Sun Hao wiped it, then turned and left as well.

That just now... was probably basic etiquette, right?

Americans are more open; meeting with handshakes, hugs, and cheek kisses should all be basic etiquette.

Yeah, that must be it.

Sun Hao thought so, but deep down, there was still an uncontrollable restlessness.

He'd spent a long time in the States in his past life, so he understood American culture.

But damn it, he'd never received this kind of etiquette back then either.

Not to mention the girl was still a minor, and he'd only met her today.

Could it be...

At that moment, Sun Hao actually felt a flutter in his chest, like he'd truly become fifteen again.

That night, he even slept much later than usual.

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