When the Lakers woke up the next day, they found themselves naked in the locker room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info covered their heads one by one and recalled last night's events, but everyone found that their memories were only to the scene when Zhao Wei walked towards him with wine.

As soon as everyone woke up, Wharton came and directly announced that he would be off today. Everyone can go home and have a good rest for the day. Although Wharton's coaching philosophy is to play basketball, even if it is a practice today, the current state of the gang is sure that they can really play basketball.

Everyone shook their heads and got dressed. There is no memory of what happened after last night.

Wharton, who was standing in the doorway, suddenly thought of something and smiled slyly.

"Do you want to know what happened last night?"

Everyone stopped their movements and looked at Wharton suspiciously. I wondered if the coach had already left last night! Did he still know what was going on?

"Don't guess there, if you want to know then I know." Wharton dangled a disc in his hand.

When Wharton took out the disc in his hand, Zhao Wei, who was hiding at the back of everyone, shrank his pupils, remembered something, and sneaked out of the locker room without waiting to finish dressing.

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By the time everyone finished reading the contents of the disc in Wharton's hand, their faces were already dark.

"Zhao Wei." The grumpy Randall jumped first.

Looking for the sound, everyone looked at the place where Zhao Wei was just now, but there. Where is Zhao Wei's figure. Everyone searched for Zhao Wei from inside the cabinet, but they didn't find him.

"No need to look for it. Zhao Wei had already slipped away. If you stay here, you must not skin him and cramp him. Wharton said lightly, he watched this video several times last night, and each time he almost burst out laughing.

"From today onwards, I decided on a penalty for the team. I'm not going to give you any team bans or fines. It's so old-fashioned and there's no fun. When Wharton said this, everyone sensed that something bad was going to happen, "If someone in the team makes a mistake in the future, especially if they don't train hard and don't have a good attitude towards the game." Then this thing will be played on the big screen of the game. What do you think? You're definitely going to get an invitation from Hollywood. Wharton's eyes narrowed with delight.

"Nope." Wharton didn't care about the crying in the locker room, humming a little song before leaving.

Ingram, who was hiding on the side, secretly covered his mouth and laughed.

"Oh, by the way, Ingram, I asked Zhao Wei for a video of your college days. Good belly dancing. ”

Wharton's words made Zhao Wei feel like eating a dead fly. Then Ingram's angry roar came from the locker room: "Zhao Wei, you bastard, didn't you say delete it." It's still there, I'm going to look for you desperately. ”

"Desperately." It resonated.

......

Zhao Wei escaped from the Staples Center and immediately called a taxi and went straight home.

"I'm back." Zhao Weiwei shouted, but no one came out of the house.

Zhao Wei muttered: "What's the matter, is it easy for me to come back." ”

Open the master bedroom and it's empty. "The two of them won't be traveling, just forget to go home. It's been a long time. Zhao Wei muttered and closed the door.

Another bedroom opens. "I'm going, these two aren't here, so I'm not going to learn to travel too." This bedroom is Dong Minghui's. Usually Lucy and Dong Minghui are there. Since Zhao Wei returned to California, neither of them has worked. Considered a vagrant.

Click!! When he opened the last Dong Wenhao's bedroom, Zhao Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief. I saw Dong Wenhao, who only showed a little hair in a pile of books.

"Uncle Wen Hao, what are you doing?" Zhao Wei walked into the room in surprise.

"Hmm. Xiaowei, you're back. Didn't have a game today? Dong Wenhao put down the book in his hand and raised his head and asked.

"Well, today the coach is on vacation, let's take a day off to adjust." Zhao Wei threw the book on the stool to the ground and sat down.

"Don't... Yes... Ay!!! Dong Wenhao stretched out his hand and exclaimed, but unfortunately it was too late. The book was ruthlessly thrown to the ground by Zhao Wei.

"Hey." Zhao Wei looked at Dong Wenhao and looked at the book that he threw on the ground with pain, "Uncle Wenhao, the way you look now is not because I threw the book on the ground." ”

"If you throw it like that, you'll break it." Dong Wenhao said sadly.

"Oh. Uncle Wen Hao, when did you love reading so much? Zhao Wei asked curiously.

"You're not at home. I'm just on my own, so I've grown to like it. Dong Wenhao forcibly refused to let himself not read those books.

"yes, I was wrong." Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, Zhao Wei stood up depressedly and gently put the book on the stool again. At this time, seeing Dong Wenhao's finally comfortable smile, Zhao Wei shouted in his heart, 'No conscience'.

There was no place to sit, so Zhao Wei simply came to Dong Wenhao.

"Uncle Wen Hao, what are you doing under this pile of books every day?" Zhao Wei asked curiously as he leaned on the book that was almost up to his chest.

"No, nothing." Dong Wenhao hurriedly covered what he was writing with his arm.

"Cut, do you think I'm still a kid. Hurry up and take it out. "If you don't show it, then grab it. Dong Wenhao doesn't look old, but where can he catch up with Zhao Wei's strength.

"Be careful, don't break it." Dong Wenhao saw that he couldn't stop Zhao Wei, so he instructed repeatedly.

"What, so secretive and cherished." Zhao Wei smiled in reverse, but the originally indifferent smile on his face froze suddenly, when he saw the front of the paper.

Those eyes seemed to be black holes, and they deeply attracted all of Zhao Wei's gaze.

For several minutes, Zhao Wei froze there. Suddenly, Zhao Wei took two steps back in a panic, and his pupils trembled as if he was frightened. It took a few gasps to calm the violently heaving chest.

"What is this?" Zhao Wei's voice was still a little trembling, and he asked while holding up the paper. This is not an ordinary piece of paper, but a pictorial. According to Zhao Wei's knowledge, this looks more like the cover of a book. 16On the open paper, there is only one pair of eyes, from the forehead to the nose. At the bottom of the cover is a W. What made Zhao Wei panic was those eyes. There is no whites of the whole eye, and there are spiral lines in the completely black eyeballs. It's like a whirlpool, drawing in everything that sees him.

"Well, this one!" Dong Wenhao showed a smug expression, "Of course it's my uncle, my baby." At the same time, Dong Wenhao reached out and took out a very thick dozen papers from the drawer.

"What is this?" Zhao Wei regained his spirits.

"I didn't want to tell you so sooner. Your uncle and I are a man of letters. So, you're busy every day, and I can't be alone and relaxed. So, I wrote a book. Dong Wenhao beckoned Zhao Wei to come over.

"What." Zhao Wei came over excitedly. "Uncle Wen Hao, this is a book you wrote."

"How? Do you want to help my uncle take a look? However, there is a premise, and you are not allowed to say it to other people. Including Uncle De and Minghui. Dong Wenhao took the draft and shook it in front of Zhao Wei's eyes.

"I didn't say yes." Zhao Wei pretended to refuse, but then laughed excitedly, "Okay, I want to see what Uncle Wen Hao can write." ”

"Uncle Wen Hao, won't your real name be called W." Zhao Wei picked up the cover and asked.

“bingo！！！” Dong Wenhao snapped his fingers.

"Why such a strange name?" Zhao Wei asked suspiciously, "And with such a terrifying portrait." ”

"Who said it was weird. W has a lot of meaning. In our Chinese, w means me, and in English, w means us. For the whole human race, W means the world. Dong Wenhao explained proudly.

"Wow!!" Dong Wenhao's explanation, for Zhao Wei, who is not good at cultural classes, can only sigh with admiration.

Looking at Zhao Wei's excited departure, Dong Wenhao sighed, not knowing if it was right to show Zhao Wei. But he smiled and sat down again. Write a w on a blank piece of paper again. However, he wrote it in a strange way, and it was not written in one go. Instead, a v was written first, and then a v was written, and it became a w.

Since Zhao Wei got Dong Wenhao's manuscript, he hasn't left his room all day. Even the rice was sent to him by Dong Wenhao. As for whether to eat or not, Dong Wenhao doesn't know.

The next morning, Zhao Wei came out of the room with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Xiaowei, did you stay up late last night?" Dong Wenhao asked with concern.

"It's so well written." Zhao Wei shouted to Dong Wenhao excitedly.

"Then you don't have to stay up all night to watch it. Come over and get a bite to eat and get a good night's sleep. Dong Wenhao took the manuscript in Zhao Wei's hand, put it aside, and pulled him to the table.

"No, Uncle Wen Hao, we still have training this morning." Zhao Wei was about to leave.

Dong Wenhao resolutely disagreed. Zhao Wei had no choice but to gobble up breakfast.

Sitting in the taxi, Zhao Wei was still recalling the story told by Dong Wenhao's manuscript before. A strong teenager who struggles tirelessly for his dreams can't help but make Zhao Wei think of himself. And coincidentally, Louis, the protagonist of Dong Wenhao's book, is also a teenager who loves basketball. Even when he learned that he might have a hereditary heart disease, he continued to play basketball. The spirit of not giving up made Zhao Wei almost moved to tears.

When Zhao Wei came out of his reminiscence, he found that the taxi happened to arrive in Staples.

When Zhao Wei walked to the door of the locker room, his footsteps stopped. The things that came to mind when I ran away came to mind.

Zhao Wei hesitated again and again, preparing to hide first today and go directly to the court. If there is a coach like that, these guys don't dare to be presumptuous.

"Zhao Wei." Just as Zhao Wei was about to turn around, an arm suddenly wrapped around him.

Zhao Wei turned his head tremblingly and found that it was Xiao Nansi who was hugging him. Xiao Nansi was looking at Zhao Wei with a wicked smile.

"Hey, brother. I was wrong. Zhao Wei smirked.

"Are you wrong?" Xiao Nansi looked at Zhao Wei suspiciously, and his other idle arm also stretched out.

"Coach." Zhao Wei suddenly shouted.

Xiao Nansi was stunned for a moment, but then reacted and knew that he had been deceived by Zhao Wei again.

Zhao Wei took advantage of Xiao Nansi's stunned second and twisted his head back flexibly. Escaping the restraints of Little Nance, he was about to run backwards, but his steps immediately stopped. Because he found that the rest of his teammates were already waiting for him not far behind.

Zhao Wei smiled awkwardly: "Hello everyone." ”

"Hello." Everyone said this sentence almost through gritted teeth.

"Huh." Zhao Wei laughed dryly, the atmosphere was too embarrassing, making Zhao Wei uncomfortable, and asked, "Hehe, when I drank that night, I wasn't drunk, right?" ”

It's okay not to mention it, but the anger that everyone is ready to do explodes instantly.

The backpack in his hand was thrown away, and all of them rushed towards Zhao Wei. So in the locker room of the Lakers' training ground, a martial arts action scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping was staged.

Zhao Wei flexibly leaped, squatted, or got out of the way under the interception. Others, due to the large number of people, let Zhao Wei escape the round-up several times in a row, and the anger was even more frustrating.

"Ahem......" Several coughs suddenly sounded at the door of the locker room. But no one noticed who was standing at the door of the locker room.

Kobe coughed several times in a row, and found that this group of guys actually completely regarded themselves as transparent people. Think about how long I've just retired, and forget my majesty!

"Stop it all for the old man." Kobe Bryant had a lion roar.

Little Nance felt his skin chill near the locker room door. At this time, everyone saw Kobe Bryant, who was standing at the door of the locker room, angry.

"Big brother." Little Nance hurriedly leaned over with a smile on his face.

"Get out of the way." Bryant kicked Nance Jr. in the ass. Little Nance flew a meter or two away. Zhao Wei, who noticed Kobe, couldn't help but be secretly stunned when he saw this scene. Isn't the boss retiring because he is old and has too many injuries? And isn't there a wound in his leg? Where did you get so much strength. It won't be the boss who makes excuses for bad performance. Zhao Wei is in the innermost insidious yy.

The Lakers, including the veterans who have just arrived, dare not breathe. It is enough to see Kobe's majesty and status with the Lakers. Even though he has retired.

"Kobe." Wharton's voice rang out in the hallway.

"Wharton." Kobe Bryant said in a cold voice.

"Why are you here?" Wharton held out his hand kindly.

"I'll see what you've done during this time." Bryant's hands were still in his pockets.

"Hehe, how's it going?" Wharton smiled and didn't get angry when he got his hand back, he has been a teammate for so many years, he knows Kobe Bryant very well, and he is not so unkind on the outside. In fact, Kobe's principle of making friends is that if you can be recognized by him and he will recognize you, then he will treat you as a true brother. Whatever will come out for you. Just like Odom and Gasol at the beginning.

"It's like." Kobe Bryant didn't care about the thoughts of Zhao Wei and the others in the locker room, and frowned. (To be continued.) )